Page 69 of Mafia Prince's Secret Baby

One move, and my panties are tossed to the ground.

“Shall we find out together if I can make you sing?” he purrs, diving toward me like a hungry tiger.

“Stop being mean,” I whine, my hands meeting his shoulders.

“I’ll rail you so good that you can’t feel your legs.”

His tongue touches the apex of my sex, and a ball of want knots in the pit of my stomach. He strokes me firmly, up and down, until I’m weak with pleasure. I fall back on the bed, lifting my hips.

“That’s right, baby, I’ve got you.” He grins, pumping those wicked fingers faster.

His movements are precise and meant to destroy. With each swipe, my controlevaporates. His tongue licks along my slit andcircles my clit greedily. My breath goes shallow as I pant, turning his name into a whiny prayer.

“You’re delicious,” he murmurs, burying his face between my thighs, and his tongue devours everything, starting with my quivering entrance and climbing the nerve bundle until it touches down again.

He continues until I’m a writhing, crying mess. I take his free hand and tightly grip his fingers, holding them for dear life.

“Want my cock?” he croaks, pulling his mouth away for a moment.

“Yes!” I half-moan, half-shout.

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IGOR

She said yes.

I bite my lower lip, struggling not to show what her answer is doing to me.

“Alright, baby, I’ll fuck you,” I purr, pressing the tip of my cock to her soaked hole. “With a pussy like that, I bet you can take every inch.”

Katya gasps. She lies back and closes her eyes when I push inside her, balls-deep. I bend her long legs and toss them over my shoulders, folding her until her ankles touch the back of my neck. She cries with pleasure while I continue to stroke her clit. Fuck, she’s way too tight for her own good.

The room fills with the sounds of our fucking, an echo of our moans, grunts, and groans. With her impaled on my cock, and so sweet, warm, and clenching, it’s time to ravish her. She deserves more foreplay, more attention, but it’s time my needs are met too.

I lean forward and press my weight on her, claiming her lips. She shudders, breaking eye contact.

“Making you come again and again is my favorite pastime,” I mumble, letting her taste herself. “I love how your body reactsand how ready you are. Wet and swollen. It makes me the happiest man alive when you cry out for me,volchitsa.”

Her stare penetrates me to my very soul. She bites the side of her bottom lip and blushes. The red cheeks have me wanting to watch her pale face grow pinker the harder I fuck her.

“Do it,” she rasps, her voice a little shaky and higher than normal. “Make me come.” She licks her pouty lips.

“Can’t say no to you.”

I shake my head, and thrust my hips forward, sinking all the way in, and grind against her pelvis until there’s no more space for movement. She mewls softly, then screams as I pull all the way out and piston into her with renewed fervor. Hard and long strokes have her biting on her finger. I wrap my hands around her wrists, bringing them over her head, and pin her to the mattress. My muscles strain at the exertion, moving her faster and rougher until my balls slap hard against her.

Everything’s dark when our gazes meet, and with a loud growl, I call her name, ramming the last inch in. It’s a second before a climax tears through her.

“Oh Igor!” she shouts, spilling the sound down my throat as her entire body tenses in a frenzy of relief.

I feel her pulsate around my cock, and the contractions start milking my own release. After so much time jerking off to the memory of her, spilling myself inside her is a true relief. I rub my engorged dick against her squeezing flesh, feeling raw and depleted, but at peace. I stay inside her for as long as possible.

“Fuck, Katya,” I moan, watching her. “My cock can’t get enough of you.”

For a fraction of a second, everything stops. A shift happens, and something clicks. I cup her delicate face and trace a finger across her brow, the beautiful cheekbones, the proud chin.

“What are you doing?” she asks, shaking her head slightly.