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Story: Mafia Maiden
I kiss her like she’s air and I’m suffocating.
She tastes like heat and honey and something I can’t name.
My hands drag down her body, gripping her thighs and yanking them apart. I grind against her, letting her feel the length of me, thick and hard through my slacks.
“You don’t know what I’ve done for you,” I growl against her throat. “What I’ve ruined. What I’ve become.”
“I don’t care.”
“You fucking should.”
She lifts her hips, rubbing against me like she’s trying to drive me mad. It’s working.
“I just want you.”
Her voice is breathless, unsteady, but sure.
And I’m gone.
I tear the nightgown straight down the center, exposing her completely. Her breath catches, but her eyes stay locked on mine.
“God, look at you,” I rasp. “Soft. Bare. Fucking mine.”
I lower my mouth to her chest, sucking her nipple between my lips, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. She moans and grabs at my shoulders, nails dragging down my back like she wants to mark me too.
I kiss lower, down her stomach, to her hips. Then farther.
When I reach her center, I don’t tease.
I spread her open with my hands and bury my face between her thighs.
She cries out, head falling back, hips bucking up into my mouth.
“You taste like a fucking dream,” I groan. “Sweet and wet and made for me.”
I eat her like it’s my only job—tongue deep, rough, relentless. Her thighs shake. Her fists clench the sheets. And when she shatters around my mouth, she screams my name like it’s the only word she remembers.
But I’m not done.
I never am.
I crawl back up, kissing her neck, her collarbone, the soft skin beneath her ear.
I unbuckle my belt and shove my slacks down, my cock springing free—hard, heavy, aching for her.
When I line up at her entrance, I pause.
“You want me to stop?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“No,” she whispers, wrecked. “Please. I need you.”
I push inside her with one deep, devastating stroke.
She gasps, her eyes rolling back, her body arching off the bed.
“Fuck,” I grit. “You feel like heaven. Like home. Like everything I never deserved.”
I thrust again. And again.
She tastes like heat and honey and something I can’t name.
My hands drag down her body, gripping her thighs and yanking them apart. I grind against her, letting her feel the length of me, thick and hard through my slacks.
“You don’t know what I’ve done for you,” I growl against her throat. “What I’ve ruined. What I’ve become.”
“I don’t care.”
“You fucking should.”
She lifts her hips, rubbing against me like she’s trying to drive me mad. It’s working.
“I just want you.”
Her voice is breathless, unsteady, but sure.
And I’m gone.
I tear the nightgown straight down the center, exposing her completely. Her breath catches, but her eyes stay locked on mine.
“God, look at you,” I rasp. “Soft. Bare. Fucking mine.”
I lower my mouth to her chest, sucking her nipple between my lips, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. She moans and grabs at my shoulders, nails dragging down my back like she wants to mark me too.
I kiss lower, down her stomach, to her hips. Then farther.
When I reach her center, I don’t tease.
I spread her open with my hands and bury my face between her thighs.
She cries out, head falling back, hips bucking up into my mouth.
“You taste like a fucking dream,” I groan. “Sweet and wet and made for me.”
I eat her like it’s my only job—tongue deep, rough, relentless. Her thighs shake. Her fists clench the sheets. And when she shatters around my mouth, she screams my name like it’s the only word she remembers.
But I’m not done.
I never am.
I crawl back up, kissing her neck, her collarbone, the soft skin beneath her ear.
I unbuckle my belt and shove my slacks down, my cock springing free—hard, heavy, aching for her.
When I line up at her entrance, I pause.
“You want me to stop?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“No,” she whispers, wrecked. “Please. I need you.”
I push inside her with one deep, devastating stroke.
She gasps, her eyes rolling back, her body arching off the bed.
“Fuck,” I grit. “You feel like heaven. Like home. Like everything I never deserved.”
I thrust again. And again.