Page 51 of I Married a Mob Boss
He presses an intimate kiss on my clit. I call out and arch my back. My legs instinctively pull together, unable to stay still when a surge of desire puddles between them. I watch him, beyond enchanted when his dark eyes bore into mine as he slowly inches his finger into my quivering sex.
“So tight.”
I clench around him, begging for more.
“And greedy.”
I throw my head back and snap my eyes closed when I feel the prickle of his beard scraping the most sensitive area of my body. Inaudible words tumble from my parched throat when his tongue rolls over the folds of my pussy before it spears inside me.
My orgasm hits me by surprise, steamrolling me into an incoherent, blubbering mess. I writhe against his tongue and mouth, blindsided by the strength of my mind-hazing climax. His fingers stroke the sensitive spot inside me, drawing out the length of my orgasm, as his tongue flicks the throbbing bud of my clit. His speed is relentless, not willing to give me a moment of reprieve until I come for the second time.
A familiar tightening rapidly builds deep in my core, but I fight against it, not believing it's possible to have two earth-shattering climaxes so close together.
“Stop fighting me, Kitten,” he mutters against my drenched lips.
The deep timbre of his voice pushes me over the edge for the second time. I close my eyes and yield to the brilliance of ecstasy, shouting Rico's name in a long, guttural groan as I take everything he's willing to give me. My fall is blessed and long.
I've only just finished riding the crest of orgasmic bliss when a packet being torn open sounds through my ears. I watch him roll a condom down his thick cock as a shiver of excitement courses through me. Even stuck in a trance only two mind-blowing orgasms can incite, nothing can dampen my readiness of being claimed by him… again.
Rico runs his hand down my flushed cheeks. "Fuck… I love seeing you flushed… You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful."
I have no chance of holding in my smile, so I set it free.
Mimicking my giddy expression, his hands slide over the wetness slicking my skin when he curls his arms around my back and draws me to his overheated body. Warmth blooms across my chest when he rests his sweat-drenched forehead against mine and stares into my eyes. I feel the heat of his thickened rod sitting hard and ready between us, but it isn't the only reason blatant lust is sparking through every inch of my body. It's the look of content in his beautiful dark eyes.
“Are you sure, Blaire?” he mutters again, his warm breath fluttering my hungry lips.
My heart swells as I cup the edge of his jaw. "I'm sure, Enrique. I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I quote, speaking directly from my heart. The rest of the sentence I quoted to him the night we married is sitting on the edge of my tongue, but my mouth refuses to relinquish the words.One step at a time, Blaire,my brain mutters to my heart.
His thumbs clear away my sentimental tears before he adjusts our position, so the tip of his engorged penis rests against the entrance of my soaked sex. With his eyes arrested on mine, he sheaths me one glorious inch at a time.
“Ah, Jesus, Kitten, so tight.”
I swivel my hips, my body naturally trying to ease the uncomfortable intrusion. More tears topple from my eyes; these come from the sting of pain rocketing through my core from taking a man as well-endowed as Rico all the way to the root.
He keeps his movements still, giving my body the chance to adjust to his girth as his lips kiss away my tears. Once every teardrop has been lapped up, he seals his mouth over mine. I can taste myself on his lips as he strokes his tongue inside my mouth in slow, dedicated licks. My pussy grows wetter with every caress of his tongue.
Once the sting of invasion has eased, I squeeze the walls of my vagina around him, advising I'm ready for him to move.
“I’ll go slow for as long as I can—”
“Don’t hold back, Enrique. Take what you need. Give me your all.”
“I won’t hurt you, Kitten. I can’t.”
I stare straight into his eyes. “I know. You’ll never hurt me, so there's no reason to hold back.”
The words I couldn’t force out earlier nearly topple from my mouth when the most heartfelt smile I’ve ever seen graces Rico’s sinfully handsome face. I bite the inside of my cheek, swallowing down my absurd declaration of love for a man I’m only starting to know. Any ludicrous thoughts in my mind vanish when Rico thrusts in and out of me. His movements start at a slow and controlled pace, but with every stroke, he slowly increases his speed.
I sling my arms around his sweat-slicked neck and hold on for the ride of my life when his pounds become unforgiving. His cock pummels into my soaked pussy, thrusting another climax to the forefront of my mind. He spreads his knees wider, opening my hips more. I purr an erotic moan when he takes me even deeper, pumping every glorious inch of his thickened shaft into me.
The veins in his neck throb nearly as furiously as the one in his cock as he pounds into me in a frenzied, yet precise pace. My coil tightens as my sprint to climax gains momentum. The build up is frantic—almost blinding.
“Give it to me, Kitten,” Rico growls, his voice vibrating all the way through my drenched sex. “You’re fighting a battle you’ll never win.”
Sweat rolls down the side of his cheek as he strengthens his pumps, ensuring every stroke hits the tender spot inside me. He fucks me like an out-of-control animal, not willing to give me an inch of leniency until I give him my all—until I give him everything.
I become lost in the blessedness of an orgasm for the third time when Rico runs his thumb over the erogenous zone of my collarbone. I choke his name out of my mouth in a string of incoherent garbage as a surge of passion sparks through my exhausted body. I'm barely lucid from the devastating effects of three life-altering orgasms, but there's one statement during my blinded-by-lust rant I hear loud and clear: my declaration of love.
