Page 134 of Dirty Mafia Torment
Hard as steel, I let the toy hum inside her while I walk away, savoring her helpless little sounds. I check the drawers of a side table, rummage through a useless desk, then swing open the doors of the armoire.
Bing-fucking-go.
“Where are you?” Her voice trembles with frustration and need. “I want you. Not this toy.”
I find what I’m after and head back to her, the lube in one hand.
“I’m close,” she warns, voice high, breath catching.
I coat my fingers, before pressing one slick fingertip against the tight little star of her ass. “You’re about to be full, baby. While that sweet pussy’s still throbbing around the vibrator, I’m going to fuckyour other hole. Unless…” I draw the word out, teasing, “you’d rather I kept flogging you until you beg.”
“No,” she pants. “I want it. Please.”
Her words light something savage in me.
I take my time, adding more lube, fingers working her open. My hand shakes with restraint. I grab her hips, position myself, and push in slow, inch by inch, her body stretching and welcoming me.
The tight heat swallows me whole.
I nearly come on the spot.
“You like being stuffed full?” I growl, rocking into her with small grinding thrusts. “That’s your kink, isn’t it?”
“I love the thought of you, Renzo, getting off, your handsome face filled with lust as women … men … line up to pleasure you.”
Well, shit.
“Problem is”—her laugh is breathless and broken by a moan—“the idea of you with anyone else kills me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
My dick thickens as my heart swells. “You’re possessive.”
“Yes,” she admits, the word trembling with honesty. “So possessive.”
“I get it, babe,” I reply, voice raw with emotion. “So am I.”
The truth startles me. A man raised in sex clubs, who was keen on keeping things detached and impersonal. Always moving on, always chasing the next thrill, boredom nipping at my heels.
But this is different.
My feelings for Fina run deep. Always have, even when she was breathing down my neck and not allowing me the choice.
I love her.
I want to tell her but instead show her, picking up the rhythm until she’s arching her back and mewing my name.
Renzo. Renzo. Renzo.
I bury myself deep and hold, shaking from the force of it all.
She shudders, orgasm ripping through her like a storm.
Quickly sliding the vibrator free and easing the blindfold fromher face, I fold over her, body soaked in sweat and pleasure, heart racing against her spine.
I may have blacked out, hard to say, but my pulse slows and the reality of where we are sets in. Her eyes flutter open as I scoop her up and carry her to bed.
“Renzo,” she whispers, voice soft and dreamy. “I think…”
I press a kiss to her temple. “Shhh. Sleep, baby. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
