Page 124 of Runaway in the Mafia
I didn’t answer. We both knew the only napping I’d be doing was with my head tucked between her legs. But I let her fume for a minute or five. If that’s what she needed, not to feel guilty, I’d let her do it.
The door pinged open. She marched off. I went after her and caught the suite door just before it slammed shut in my face. Quietly, I switched the ‘do not disturb’ sign and turned the lock. She’d already moved past to the bedroom. I dropped my coatand tie leisurely on the sofa. Kicked off my shoes and socks on the way to her.
She was tearing her jewellery off and dropping it onto the dressing table with little angry jabs. I watched her for a few minutes. Let her have a go at the metal pieces coming off her. The bangles on her hands jiggled off and scattered all over the table. Her little earrings were ripped off her. When her necklace came off, leaving a sharp line of red in a chokehold, I decided she’d had enough time to cool off. Her glare caught me in the mirror as I approached. I ran my knuckle along her spine. The blouse she wore was almost nonexistent on her back. Three pieces of tiny gold ribbons tied in a pretty bow held it in place.
“You know I’m fucking proud of you, right?”
She stilled. Nodded, slowly, her wide eyes fixed on mine.
My hands moved to the ribbons. One by one, they came loose like curtains, untying to reveal the magic behind. “Give me another set of rules.”
Her hand twisted to grab mine, fingers clenched tightly around mine. “No rules.”
My gaze pulled up to hers. “No?”
“I would have done the same.”
“Yeah?”
Her eyes sparkled. “Our own traditions, right? Not the ones we were born to.”
“You and me,mia ammaliatrice.”
She nodded. Her throat bobbed. “Thank you for choosing me.”
“Silly girl. You know I always will.”
My arm fell on her waist. She spun and jumped into them. I smashed my lips to hers. Backtracked us to the four-poster bed. We kissed like we hadn’t fucked in ages, when I’d had her for breakfast between coffee and eggs.
My knees hit the bed, and I dropped on to it. She landed on top, straddling me. In one beat, the tail of her saree fell, and her blouse came apart like a green leaf floating onto the bed. The hot air didn’t get to touch her breasts before my mouth was on her, sucking on her dark brown nipple. Tracing it. Biting it. Pulling it in and letting it go like my favourite plaything. Her hands clutched my head, making me play again. My hands crawled on her naked waist.
I let go of one disturbed nipple to create havoc on the other. Her moan slid to the tip of my cock. The fan on top of our head whirled, shifting the air, heat and cold all at once. Her breasts scattered with goose bumps when I squeezed them in between my palms.
Her hands dropped to my belt. They worked fast. Insistent as they unbuckled and unzipped. In one instant, she pushed herself up. I lifted my hips, and she yanked my pants and boxer briefs down. Then in one go, fluid as silk, she sank into me, cock deep right up to my heavy balls. She moaned. I groaned. My vision drenched in lust, but a single awareness pulsed in me when I gripped her hip, trapping her from moving.
“What am I missing?”
A devilish grin coasted her lips. “Our own traditions, right?”
“Jesus fuck, I love you.” She’d skipped out on her underwear to visit her parents. I lifted her up and bounced her up and down on my cock. Again and again. Her brown breasts jiggled like Christmas delights up for grabs.
She was so tight. So perfect. Her pussy grated along my cock. In and out. A light bead of sweat coated her forehead, and a flush rose from her pussy right up to her forehead. Her inner muscles spasmed around me insistently. She was close. Ready to burst. “Let me see you shatter,mia ammaliatrice.”And she exploded on top of me. Her pussy walls gripped my cock and clenched. “Fuck,” I groaned. My cock thickened, and my balls tightened.An instant later, my vision blurred, and I was coming inside her, filling her up with my cum.
The heat and the drain of energy blacked me out. When I came back, she’d collapsed on top of me. Sweat pasted us together, and her saree was a crumpled mess in between. I traced my hand along her naked back, a tangle of silky hair and perspiration. “I thought you were mad,” I murmured.
She snuggled closer, her breath tickling my chest. “Tried to be.”
“Didn’t work, huh?”
She shook her head.
“So you okay with the rest of the family knowing?”
“Hell yes. I already sent a picture of you to all my cousins.”
I gathered her hair in a ponytail and pulled her head up. “That’s unexpected.”
Pure wickedness spilled from her smile. “I wanted them to picture you when I talk about your big, fat cock.”
