Page 59 of The Mafia's Bride
“Fucking hell, woman,” he groans, trailing fingers over my thighs. He doesn’t touch me where I need him most and I whimper.
“So fucking needy,” he drawls, retching my legs wider. I hear his zipper over the roaring of excitement in my ears.
His cock presses to my entrance, dipping inside the barest amount. Immediately, my pussy locks down, hungry, trying to pull him in.
Lex laughs, hand falling to the back of my neck. He pushes my head down, forehead cradled by supple leather. I can smell his cologne of amber and cashmere and the faintest traces of tobacco. It smells like home.
“This isn’t going to be romantic,” he reminds me, pushing further into me in the slowest pace imaginable. My body reacts violently, shaking with absolute need, my body stretching to accommodate him. God, I just need him inside of me, to ease this pain, to finally let me have my release.
“I don’t want romantic,” I say, words muffled into the car seat. “I just wantyou.”
He groans, my words the permission he needs as he slams his hips into me, ass cradling him like he belongs there. “Mio Dio, you don’t know what it means to hear that.” Once he’s fully seated, my breath lodges, nails clawing into the fabric under me.
He’s large, uncomfortably so. No matter of foreplay would’ve prepared me for this.
“Breathe, menace. Breathe.”
I sigh, relaxing against him, slowly letting the discomfort turn into crippling pleasure. He hasn’t moved yet and already, my body is burning.
Shifting, I push back against him to offset it. He chuckles and I take a perverse satisfaction in how strained he sounds. He’s not as completely in control as he’d like to think.
“Do you need something?” It’s teasing and I slap the chair.
“Move, Lex. I need more.” It’s a goddamn plea at this point.
The lust in my belly is growing ravenous, my body humming with need. If he edges me again I’ll die, I just know it.
The hand at my neck moves, skimming my back almost lovingly. He’s memorizing my body, imprinting my curves, the softness, where each muscle tenses under him. He still doesn’t move, his cock lodged so deep inside me I can feel every pulse, ever throb like it’s my own.
Fuck, he feels good. My pussy is wrapped snug around his cock and it feels right.
I’m in so much trouble.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy raw until she’s full of my cum.” His dirty words make me clench, groaning low in my throat. “And then, I’m going to do it all over again. I want this whole fucking world to see who you belong to, little menace. Who’s marked you as theirs.”
He pulls out until the tip is still inside me and I exhale. “Hold on.”
It’s the only warning I get before his hips snap forward and he’s fully seated once more. But he doesn’t stay there, no. He fucks me ruthlessly, his cock sliding in and out as if he trying to burrow as deeply inside me as he can.
He’s trying to lay claim to my soul, brand me from the inside and all I can do is hold on. I’ll gladly give him everything I am for just a few more moments like this.
I can’t help the noises I make, my orgasm barreling so quickly inside me that I hate myself for it. I wanted to last, to make him work for it, but he moves his hips, circling to hit my G spot so high, that his balls slap tantalizingly against my clit.
His hand pushes my dress further up, until it hangs around my neck and shoulders, and he wraps it around his fist like a leash. There’s a slight pressure on my neck, enough to stutter my breath and my pussy tightens, mimicking his actions.
“Do you like being choked?” He’s ragged, words panting against my body. “Of course you do. You’re such a fucking slut, you’ll let me do whatever I want to this perfect body. Fuck, Sloane. Listen to how wet you are. My balls are drenched.”
I moan, uncaring how loud we are or who is watching us. I’m so wet I’m making a mess on his seat, and I bite the console to stop from outright screaming. Let the whole world see this because it’s finally what I’ve always wanted.
Attention, pleasure, passion, devotion.
His free hand dips to my breasts, my bra failing at keeping the girls restrained from his assault. He plucks one nipple, pulling until pain erupts, followed by intense pleasure.
My pussy clenches and my whole body goes rigid as I shout out, climax exploding so harshly that it steals my breath and causes my vision to darken. I float, pleasure flowing from the core as I shake, mind blank.
“That’s it, baby.” He chuckles, hands pinching my hips again. “Come all over my cock. You feel so fucking good.”
He doesn’t stop moving, not until my body relaxes, orgasm crashing,a smaller one following quickly after. I’m fully sated, warmth trickling through my limbs, body dropping from exertion.
