Page 33 of Mafia Princess

I let go of her nipple with a pop, pulled my shirt over my head, and placed my hands on her hips before I jerked her around, pushing her front hard against the door.

“I want to make sure I savor every inch of you.” I traced my lips all the way down her spine, listening to her labored breaths. I licked her skin, loving the way she tasted, hyperaware of the way she trembled under my touch. In the far corners of my mind, I knew by doing this I was adding a shit load of complications to my life, but…I just didn’t give a fuck.

I crouched behind her and stared at the sexiest motherfucking booty I had ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. I didn’t know whether I wanted to fuck her ass…or worship it.

The strip of her thong disappeared through her ass cheeks, the little triangle of black fabric just above it teasing and taunting me. I wanted it gone.

I slipped my finger under the thin fabric. “Karina?”

“Yeah?”

“How attached are you to this thong?”

“Um—”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” With a twist of my finger, I easily tore through it. The little gasp she let out made me smile. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Karina glanced down over her shoulder. “You’ve never torn a woman’s panties before?”

“Oh, I have, several times.”

“Then why did you say you’ve always wanted to do that?”

I straightened behind her, pushing my body flush against hers while I leaned closer to her ear. “Because it’s your panties I’ve been dreaming about ripping to shreds.”

The whimper that rolled out of her mouth was like no aphrodisiac I had ever encountered. She bucked her hips, pushing hard against my cock, and I had to brace my arms against the door and close my eyes as both the ache and the pleasure slammed against my spine. The atmosphere around us was palpable, the sexual tension unmistakable. I didn’t think I’d ever had this with any woman before, where I felt like I had no control. Someone could have put a gun to my head right now, and I still wouldn’t be able to stop.

Unable to handle the torture any longer, I reached down, unzipped my pants, and freed my cock, squeezing to get some relief before I started to stroke it up and down her ass cheeks. The more I traced the head of my cock against her ass, the more her hips moved, like she was searching for it, begging me to fuck her. Good God, knowing her pussy craved to be filled by me was euphoric.

I bent my knees and watched as I pushed my dick between her legs, moving it against her wet flesh.

“Fuck, Lorik.” She moved her hips again, spreading her legs wider. “You’re teasing me.”

“No.” I reared back before pushing forward again. “I’m just trying to hold on to this feeling for as long as possible, because I know once I take you, it’s going to be over much quicker than I want it to be.”

My cock was soaking wet with her arousal, and every time I glided past her entrance, I nudged just a little, letting her think I was about to give her what her body needed. But then I didn’t. Her moans and gasps were music to my fucking ears.

I licked her naked shoulder all the way up to her ear. “Turn around, princess.”

My cock slipped out from between her legs as she turned to face me. Even though screwing her from behind was so damn tempting, I wanted to see her face while I took her. I wanted to witness every expression as I fucked pleasure into her perfect little body.

Her eyes were hooded as she stared at me from under her dark lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, the ideal shade of pink, and her dark curls were one giant mess of perfection.

I kissed her hard and palmed her tits in my hands. We were all hands, and tongues, and sweat, and lust. It was a fucking frenzy—pun very much intended.

I moved my hands down and around her hips, pulling her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. The warmth of her body against mine and the soft feel of her skin were even better than I imagined. Nothing could have prepared me for how perfect it would feel, having her in this way.

See, I might have been an asshole at times, but I had always been a careful asshole—when it came to pussy, anyway. Whenever I was about to go balls deep in pussy, I made sure my dick was wrapped, which was why I had a condom in my wallet at all times. One never knew when an opportunity would arise.

But as I was about to finally get what I desired above all else, I had the overwhelming urge to feel her…to really feel her, skin on skin. I didn’t want anything separating us. I didn’t want anything to keep me from experiencing this woman to the fullest. I wanted everything she had to offer, without hesitation or barriers.

“Karina?” I whispered against her lips.

“Hmm?”

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes.”

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