Page 41 of Mafia Men Need Love Too
“Hurry,” she pleaded.
Well, what do you know? She found the one thing he would happily refuse her.
No way was he going to hurry through this.
River’s body was more than ready for him, but her mind was a cluttered mess when Nico crawled up her body, pausing only briefly to give her nipples the attention they were practically begging for.
Then he lifted his head and the look in his eyes was so open and raw it pushed her nerves to their limit, and she blurted, “Did you know that flatworms are hermaphroditic and engage in penis fencing to stab each other and determine who will inseminate who?”
He pulled back, brow furrowed. “Why are you nervous? If you want to stop, we’ll stop.”
She swallowed hard. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. What if I do something stupid and ruin it?”
“There’s nothing you can do to ruin what’s between us.”
“You promise?”
She gasped when he caught her lower lip between his teeth and gave it a little nip. “I promise.”
“Because you’re my otter?”
“You’re damned right I’m your otter,” he murmured.
She let out a deep breath. “Thank God, because I might die if you don’t fuck me right?—”
He slid into her in one smooth, long, hard thrust.
Holy. Hell.
The heat, the hardness, the fullness…oh, God, it was so good. But was it too good? Her heart was pounding so hard her ears were ringing with the force of the blood rushing through her body. Was she about to have a sex-induced stroke?
He went still. “You OK?” he asked, his voice low, strained.
Oh, what the hell? If she died, at least she’d die happy. “Fuck, yes! Don’t stop!”
His only response came in the form of smooth, hard thrusts that left her gasping for breath like a landed trout. The muscles in his neck and shoulders flexed. He was holding back, she realized. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe he was afraid of hurting her. Or maybe he was trying to make it last.
That was the last thing she wanted. She wanted him to completely let go and fuck her like a rutting beast. She wanted him to be as crazy for her as she was for him. So, she grabbed his ass and cried, “More!”
The rough groan that escaped him raised goose bumps all over her body. But true to form, Nico wasn’t one to deny her anything she desired. So, he bent his head down and took her nipple between his teeth, giving it a sharp nip. Then, he reached between their straining bodies and stroked her aching clit with his thumb.
That’s all it took. She broke into a million pieces, coming so hard her entire body cramped. She’d probably be sore and dehydrated for a week.
And she couldn’t possibly care any less.
Especially not when Nico scooped her up, flipped her over onto her stomach, and slammed back into her from behind.
His name fell from her lips on a throaty moan. She felt his muscles tighten. “Fucking hell,” he whispered roughly in her ear. “You feel so good. So fucking wet.”
Yep. Wetter than she’d ever been in her life. Hopefully, there was a waterproof mattress pad under the sheets. Otherwise…yikes.
He didn’t give her any time to ponder what cleanup was going to be like, though. Because that’s when he wrapped his big body around hers and licked a path up her spine. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she said on a breathy moan.
He rewarded her compliance with long, hard strokes—in and out, in and out—while he gripped her hips, tipping them back so he could go even deeper. She pushed back against him, silently begging for more.
And he gave it to her—so good and so hard. All she could do was lay there, tightening her inner muscles around him as he pounded into her, over and over again, hitting a spot—oh, fuck, yes!—that made her see heaven, hell, and everything in between.
