Page 92 of Broken Mafia Prince
“Fuck, baby,” I hiss.
Her cheeks are flushed red, but she bravely holds her shoulders back and lets me take in the perfect teardrop mounds of flesh topped with stiff, pink nipples.
“I want to see your cum all over them,” she whispers.
I grip her jaw in my hands and tug her into a bruising kiss, and she surrenders to it immediately, her hands going for the buttons of my shirt. She undoes it in record time, and finally her small palms are pressing against my bare chest, exploringeagerly, hands sliding over my pecs and abs with reckless abandon.
I cup her breasts in my hands, and she stills. I tear my mouth away from hers and kiss a line down her throat. There’s a strange medallion around her throat, and I make a mental note to ask her about it later. I’m too curious about her for my own good. I want to know every damn thing about Giulia Montanari.
“Argh,” she cries as my tongue drags over the hard bud of her nipple. Finally, my mouth closes around it. Giulia shudders in my arms, nails digging into my shoulders.
My other hand continues to knead at the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between my index finger and thumb.
Giulia moans, throwing her head back. “Raffaele, please! I c-can’t—” Her words end with another drawn-out moan.
I know what she wants. I can read her like a book. She wants this to be as hard and as fast as possible, because she thinks it’ll feel less significant that way. I’m not letting her get this the easy way, though. She wanted this, so I’m going to show her how close to heaven she can get.
My hands leave her breast to slip to her hip. I drag the zipper of her jeans down, and then I push her down until she’s lying across my leather seats, staring up at me like she’s entirely at my mercy and there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.
“Up.” I tap her hip. She obediently raises up for me to drag the rest of her clothes down, including her panties.
Finally, she’s completely naked under me. I sit back on my haunches to take her in, from her hair spread around her like a sea of lush brown, to her raw, bitten mouth. My hand grips her waist right where it flares out into rounded hips.
“Fucking beautiful,” I say.
“Are you just going to stare all night?” she taunts.
“Maybe,” I tell her, shrugging my shirt off and tossing it away. Her heavy gaze drags down my body and stops at where my hands are unclasping the buckle of my belt. Her eyes widen as I shuck my pants and boxer briefs.
“Holy fuck.” The words explode out of her mouth, jaw dropping open in shock as she stares at where my hard cock curves up from a short tuft of hair.
My mouth twitches with a grin, and I wrap one hand against my erection, dragging it up and down the length. She watches in rapt attention for a long while. My eyes narrow on her face, searching for the slightest bit of hesitation.
Even though my blood is bubbling in my veins, imagining taking her over and over again, I’m ready to get dressed and drive her back to her own bed if she so much as looks uncertain. Electricity crackles like live wires inside the car as her dark eyes meet mine. Instead of hesitation, all I see is burning need.
“Teach me how to pleasure you,” she says softly.
“You don’t have to,” I tell her.
“I want to.” Her chin pushes into the air stubbornly, that familiar stubborn spark glinting in her eyes as she stares me down.
If there’s one thing I know about her, it’s that she always gets what she wants. And if there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that I could never say no to her when she looks at me like that. Slowly, she rises to her knees and presses her hands to my chest, pushing me back until I’m reclining against the car door.
“Tell me what to do.” She glances up at me through dark, sooty lashes, bending over my erection.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper when her pink mouth drops open, waiting. I wrap her hair around my fists, then urge her head down until my tip slips into her mouth.
“Christ!” I bark. She moans at the first taste of me. The sound shoots all the way down to my balls, and I have to make aconscious effort for my hand to not tighten in her hair and make her choke on all of me.
She peeks up at me, amusement written all over her face.
So she thinks this is funny? I’ll show her funny.
I lift her away from my cock, and she makes a squawking sound of protest, eyebrows drawing down on displeasure. I ignore the daggers she’s shooting my way, maneuvering us until she’s kneeling over me, her sweet pussy right at the tip of my tongue.
I breathe her in, filling my lungs with the smell of her desire. It’s been years since I thought about having superpowers, but I suddenly wish I could stop time. I’d keep us in this moment forever. Giulia, naked and aroused, surrendering herself to me while all our problems remain locked outside.
“Oh god,” she cries, when I grab her by the hips and pull her down into my waiting mouth, tongue dragging over her soaked center.
