Page 147 of Broken Mafia Prince
I raise an eyebrow, and she grins, reaching for the belt I tossed to the side of the bed. She pushes my hands over my head and winds the belt around my wrists. I’ve never been restrained by a woman, but I’m not surprised when excitement thrums through me. She shoots me a satisfied smirk.
“Now you’re mine,” she says proudly.
“Always been yours.”
This time around, she’s the one who closes the distance between us, her mouth on mine. I kiss her back, but just when I try to deepen the kiss, she pulls away. She goes up to her knees, hovering over me.
“Fuck baby,” I pant, focus entirely on her. I don’t think even an explosion of the entire city block could have made me look away as she drags the head of my cock over her wet entrance.
I hiss, impatient to be inside her, but she continues to torture us both, teasing my mushroom head against her folds, over and over again. And then what feels like forever later, her eyes lock on mine and she sinks on my length, burying me to the hilt.
“Fuck!” I roar.
“Oh my god, Raffaele,” she cries, chest heaving with the effort of taking all of me. We stay like that for a minute, reveling in the incredible feeling of being joined like this. I don’t think it’s possible, but my dick swells even more inside her. I grit my teeth as her tight walls squeeze around me.
She’s going to make me come embarrassingly fast, and she knows it, if that twinkle in her eyes is any indication.
Giulia bites down on her lower lip and then braces her hand against the headboard, rocking against me slowly. I press my mouth into a thin line, swallowing down all my protest for her to stop being a tease. I want her to find her confidence and enjoy her foray into taking charge.
She starts slow at first, rolling her hips tentatively, but after a while, she finds her rhythm, head thrown back in pleasure as she bounces on my cock, faster and faster, harder, more urgent.
“Oh god!” she screams when she makes a move that hits her G-spot. Her eyes fly wide, but she never stops, using me shamelessly to reach her peak.
I watch her, breasts bouncing and eyes rolling, feeling like I’ve won the goddamn lottery. I must have done something very right in my past life to have Giulia Montanari in my bed, dark locks of hair falling down her back, mouth slack, untamed, wild, looking like every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.
“I need…” Her face contorts with confusion. “Raffaele, please!”
“Can’t help you, baby,” I croak.
Her head falls to my shoulder, nails digging into my arms. “I need you.” Those three little words echo her frustration, her need.
Growling, I hear my leather belt snap behind me, and then my hand is around her neck, spinning her and pinning her down to the bed. She lets out a startled cry at the move, but I know what my girl needs, and I’m going to give it to her. I lift her hips, stuffing a pillow under her before driving into her with a hard thrust.
The scream she lets out is earsplitting. If I had neighbors, they’d have been banging on my door or reporting me to the cops. It’s a good fucking thing then, that I own the entire floor… and building.
“That’s it, baby,” I tell her, hips pumping. “You want me to pin you down and fill you up with my cum.”
“Raff!” She bites down on the fabric of the bed cover, trembling.
I bring my palm down on her ass, and again and again until the skin is red. I grab a fistful of her hair, tearing her head awayfrom the bed cover. “I want to hear you. I want all of Chicago to know how much you love being fucked by me. I want them to know who owns you.”
“You!”
“Who owns this pussy?” I grab her bruising ass, massaging it.
“You. Raffaele, you. You!”
“Good girl.” Her reply is a long, keening cry. I shift my hips and resume pounding into her, my next thrusts hitting against a spot that makes her thrash in bed, trying to crawl away from me and the extreme sensation while still begging for more.
“I can’t. I can’t,” she pants.
“Yes, you fucking can, and you will take everything I give you,” I tell her.
“I’m coming!” Giulia screams, but I don’t stop fucking her. Her orgasm rolls into another, body convulsing with it.
Finally, I let the pressure that’s been building inside me burst. I reach down and pinch her clit just as I start to come, pumping her full of me. Another wave of orgasm takes over her, pussy spasming around me. I continue to move my hips until she’s dripping, half-unconscious, and very satisfied.
“I love you,” I tell her.
