Page 17 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince

DARIO

“ Y ou’d better lie on your front,” I say, gazing down at her.

Her chest rises and falls as if she’s struggling to get enough air. She can play all the games she wants, claim we’re just friends, but her eyes don’t lie. Her body doesn’t lie.

“Are you a trained massage therapist?”

“I’m confident I can make you feel good, if that’s what you’re asking.”

She rolls onto her front. The ache in my groin intensifies, hardness flooding into me, as I reach down and slip my hands under her pajama shirt.

“You’re burning up,” I groan.

“I know,” she whispers.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

“I know, Dario,” she says, trying and failing to hold back a moan.

I smooth my hands up and down her back, over the strap of her bra to her shoulders. She bites down on the pillow as I glide my hands over her voluptuous body, but she can’t repress her moans. Her form shivers as I make hungry tracks up and down, down and up…

When I unclip her bra, she gasps. “What are you doing?”

“It’s getting in the way.”

“Okay, yeah.” She shudders. “Fair point.”

“Your shirt is getting in the way, too.”

“Is it?”

“Yes,” I snarl.

“I mean, if you’re sure?”

“I’m certain.”

“Okay, then turn around.”

“You don’t have to be shy around me.”

“This is just a massage, Dario.”

“You’re moaning like it’s more than it is. Here, let me help.”

Her moans become more meaningful when I grip her shirt and pull it over her head. She leans up slightly, lifting her arms, but staying on her front so I can’t see her breasts.

Precome leaks hotly from my swollen, hungry dick when I see her bare back, her bra strap lying loosely. I almost lose control when she wriggles against the sheets, the fabric twisting around her legs.

I continue to massage her, feeling the stress knots in her body, kneading them loose.

“You deserve to relax,” I say. “You work so damn hard.”

“It feels… good.”

“You say that like you’re surprised.”

“It feels too good.”

I know what she means. She thinks she should stop. She thinks if she gives in to this, it’ll derail her work ethic.

“You deserve it.”

I keep rubbing up and down her body, getting closer to the waistband of her pants. When I slip in an inch, rubbing her naked ass, she moans so temptingly, my balls pulse.

My staff grows even stiffer. My head feels light.

The next time, I push all the way down, smoothing over the round thickness of her ass. She gasps when I pull her pants down to reveal her ass, her underwear clinging to her. I almost roar when I see the spots of wetness on her pink underwear, just like in my fantasy.

She looks at me over her shoulder, biting her lip. Nods. Eyes wide and filled with excitement and that hint of danger and adventure that’s quickly becoming my addiction.

I lean down and kiss her on the shoulder, then find her lips. She pushes her mouth against mine, but when I slide my hand into her underwear, over her ass, and toward her soaked sex, she can’t kiss anymore.

She opens her mouth in a gasp, her teeth clicking against mine.

I rub her greedily, using my entire palm to smear her wetness over her core. She might put up a fight when it comes to being just friends , but she can’t resist this.

She pumps her hips back in time with the strokes of my hand, eagerly taking me. I remove my hand and suck my fingers, tasting her juices.

“Don’t look so shocked,” I snarl. “I want to taste you. Every fucking part of you.”

“Dario,” she whimpers.

“Don’t you dare tell me to stop.”

“No–the opposite.”

“Say it,” I groan, sliding my hand back into her underwear, the material trapping me against her juicy slickness. I rub her clit, then glide closer to her core, gently pushing against her tunnel with my finger. “Say. It.”

“Don’t–stop.” She gasps.

I slip my finger inside, pushing deep, feeling her cling onto me like her body has been waiting for this since our first kiss.

“I’m so hard for you,” I growl as I pump my finger in and out, relishing in the slick sounds her body makes.

“Hmm.” She pushes back against me, riding my finger. “Yes, yes.”

“Oh, fuck . Are you going to…”

“Yes.” She nods eagerly. “Yes, keep… going…”

“Nothing could stop me.”

I blast her pussy with my finger, feeling her flutter around me, growing closer and closer to the edge, to an eruption. When I feel that she’s almost there, I slip out.

She pouts at me.

“What—”

She squeals, laughing, when I grip her hips and flip her onto her back. I groan in response when her tits come into view, beautifully large. I push them together and suck on her nipples, massaging them, indulging, before kissing down her body and pulling her underwear down her scrumptious thighs.

“I want to taste you. Remember.”

I stare in awe at her slick core. Her folds glimmering with her wetness, her body tempting me.

When I press my mouth against her sex, she squeezes her thighs around my face, then reaches down and pushes against the back of my head. Her fingernails claw against my scalp like she can’t take it anymore.

I tongue her nub as I slip two fingers inside her, making circles in her warm depths, her hips bucking like it’s a damn rodeo as she gets closer to a crescendo.

When she comes, her pussy gifts me with a wave of juices. Her tunnel makes soppy wet noises as I fuck her hard and fast, with my fingers, sucking on her clit and pushing my tongue against it, her pleasure point causing her to writhe around so she can bite the sheet to stop from screaming.

As she comes down from the high, I stand, tearing at my shorts and my briefs, my manhood springing free. She sits up and grabs the base of my cock like it’s an instinct, then strokes from my base to my tip and back again, spreading precome.

“You’re so hard,” she moans.

“This is what you do to me,” I growl. “Just kissing you makes me hard. Seeing those perfect tits bouncing as you rub my dick…”

“What about this?”

She brings her mouth to my tip, opening and sucking as she strokes my base quickly, gliding her head up and down.

“It’s–fucking–heaven.”

She stops. “Do you have protection?”

I grit my teeth. “Fuck. No. I wasn’t planning on meeting someone as perfect as you on this trip.”

“I want to make you feel good.”

“Then keep going, Siena. You keep going and rub your pussy at the same time. You suck and you fucking rub, and when I’m about to explode, I’ll tell you. I want you to cream all over those sheets for me. You want to make me feel good? That’s the goddamn recipe.”

“Fuck,” she moans. “Dario…”

She bobs her head up and down, a world of warmth at the tip of her tongue and my girth, her hand simultaneously busy between her delicious thighs.

Time somehow slows and speeds up at the same time.

Minutes pass, and I wish I could do this forever, feel her perfect mouth on my throbbing dick, watch her curvy tits bounce. I can feel her pleasure in the movement of her lips against me. She grinds her hand as she sucks me deeper and deeper.

Reaching down, I press against her breasts, squeezing them with both hands as come threatens to erupt out of me.

“Soon, soon,” I groan. “Fuck–soon. Come. At. The. Same. Tuh-time .”

Her whole body shudders as the orgasm explodes through her. I growl and push her tits together, a stream of hot release erupting out of me and shooting into her mouth.

I watch in awe as her throat shifts, swallowing my come, as she gasps and moans on the end of my dick, her hand moving so fast it’s like she’s trying to start a fire.

She already has.

In my body. In my heart.

Fuck. I want more. It seems so obvious as the ecstasy riots through me.

I want more than the Maldives. More than a casual hookup.

More, more, more.