Page 56 of Runaway in the Mafia
It was an intensity I’d never felt before. Switching between moments of insane speed to waves of calm in between. Therewas no rhythm. No pattern. No logic. It was only hot breaths, heated skin, and a need like I’d never known before.
My hand found naked skin and crawled underneath her dress to her ass. She was wearing a flimsy satin thing again. I could tell already from the way it clenched in my hand. With seamless edges and perhaps in hot pink, like the one I had tucked in my drawer. I tested it out. Hooked my finger underneath the edge right next to her pussy and snapped it back. She gasped, and a hot flush rode from the dip between her breasts all the way up to her forehead. She was so fucking gorgeous it pissed me off. I pulled her lower lip into mine and bit hard. She moaned and rubbed herself wildly on my thick cock suffocating behind the zipper of my pants.
Fuck!I growled onto her skin, looking for my self-control. Not a thread of it was to be found. Her eyes were big, wild, and glittered with lust. Our breaths were harsh, mingled in heat, like we’d just done a sprint.
Impatience rattled me as I shoved her back, latched onto her dress, and ripped it in two. The satisfaction of torn fabric sizzled through my veins.
Fuck me.
Her bra was nothing magical. Soft and simple. Hot pink satin against her mocha skin. No lace. Covered up her tits perfectly. But it must have had hidden powers because it made me go all feral. Lose my shit like marbles scattering on a waxed floor.
My hands fucking trembled as I shoved it up and popped one perfect breast into my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was an addiction I needed to get inside me. My hand was all needy and shaky when it found her other tit. I was a hot fever. Out of control. I was rough. There was no synchronisation between the sucks, licks, and bites. I scared the shit out of myself.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I groaned right before I took her nipple and bit. She showed her rebellion by grabbing my hair and yanking me closer, bringing me to near suffocation. My only thought was that heaven would be splendid if I died between her dips. I indulged her. Who was I kidding? This was about me. I was too starved to give a shit about her needs. I left a trail of bite marks to prove it and shifted to the other breast.
Her hands fumbled in between. She was trying to get my shirt off, and I had as much patience as a man starving. With a grunt, I pushed back and ripped my shirt into two, sending half a dozen buttons flying behind the sofa.
She shoved her hand out to my chest and kept me away.
Fuck no.Not now.
I threw my arms on the back of the sofa and rolled my head up. Looked at the ceiling. Counted the lamps inNonna’sancient chandelier. Deep breaths. In. And out. “Please don’t stop me now,” I said through gritted teeth. I’d never been one to beg, but to have her, I’d drop to my knees and crawl. But I didn’t need to. She was on me. She pounced on my chest and trailed soft kisses from top to bottom.
“Oh fuck.”
My hands fisted on the couch, muscles straining, following her black silky hair trailing down my torso. When she was lapping around my navel, I had doubts about whether I would last. My abdomen muscles clenched, and I tried to count an inventory check. The sound of my belt buckle being unclasped was like the gates to paradise falling apart. One hand fisted around her hair. “Fuck, stop.”
“Fuck or stop?” she asked in a voice that grated on my skin before my zipper was dragged down, and she rolled the cotton of my black briefs down.
“Jesus fuck,” I groaned. Her hands were hot velvet. They wrapped around my cock like a warm fucking glove. I sank fiveinches down along the sofa. For a heartbeat, I thought I could handle this. My thighs spread wide. They trembled like tin cans in a storm, but it felt too good to stop. Just a bit and I was going to drag her to my room. I wasn’t going to fuck her in the living room on myNonna’sbattered old sofa. But I made a mistake. I pulled her hair away.Fuck me.The sight of her hand on my cock. Thick, red, and pulsing with those warm brown shaky fingers around it. I lost it.
With a growl, I picked her up and threw her onto the sofa. The bowl with the tarts rolled off the sofa and clattered to the floor, making way for the real meal to be devoured. My pants, boxers, shoes, and socks came off in a record time. My shirt was still hanging off me, but I didn’t need that off to put my dick inside her. Best part? You’d think I would scare the living daylights out of her. But my insanity only seemed to spur her on.
“I really hope you’re dripping wet because you just kicked foreplay out the door with your little act.”
She blinked. As if she hadn’t realised what we’d been doing until now. I didn’t give her time to respond. Couldn’t. I crawled onto the sofa, hooked my fingers in her underwear, and ripped it apart. I should have done so many things. Made her come on my fingers. On my mouth. Several million times. I wanted to know her inside and out before I stuck my cock inside her. A plan. I needed a plan. My gaze dropped. She was clean-shaven and glistening. I didn’t even give my dick permission. But before I knew it, I’d pinned her down and shoved it in.
“Fuck.” She was so fucking tight, and she gripped me like a metal clasp. My jaw ticked as I tried to still. She was tensed underneath me. I’d just shoved right into her. Fuck, I didn’t want to lose her before we’d even started. Breathing heavily, I pulled my hips back until only the swollen head of my cock was plunged in. My chest ripped apart when she winced. “Fuck.” I ran myknuckles over her heated cheek. She tipped her head and sank into it. “I’m sorry.”
“It feels different.”
My heart scattered up my throat. “Good different? Or...” I forced the words off my lips. “Bad?”
Her lips trembled, and just when I was going to kill myself for breaking her, they tilted into a smile. “Good. So much more.” Her gaze dropped to where we joined. An exhale, loud and lengthy. “You’re so big,” she moaned.
Fuck me.Of all the things to say to a man. My cock jerked in response. Stood to attention. Ready to put on a show of a lifetime. My hand fisted in her hair. My teeth grated along her neck. “All for you,mia ammaliatrice,”I growled into her skin.
Her gaze held so much awe, it made me feel like a fucking God. But I’d already let my fervour break her. I wasn’t taking any risks anymore. “Can we fuck?” I asked, even though I didn’t know what I’d do if she said no. But my girl didn’t disappoint.
“Yes, please.”
The thing with ego was, once you gave it to a man, we ran with it. I pinned her head to the arm of the couch and plunged in with a roar. “Good?”
“Yes.” I pulled out and plunged in again. “Yes,” she moaned.
I wanted to fuck her hard till there was no me and no her. I repeated it like a mantra and pulled in and out. Her head rolled back, and her breathing shallowed. Desperately, she clutched onto my arm, nails digging in. “Vitale?”
“What?” I hissed.
