Page 31 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince

DARIO

I roll over, gently laying her down on my shirt, letting me drive my rock-hard manhood against her. Our clothes are getting in the way. I need to feel her bare skin, her eager wetness. My cock aches as precome leaks out of my swollen, starving end.

“Are you sure you want to do it here?” I growl. “Because I won’t be able to stop, Siena, not with you, not with your perfect pussy and your big juicy tits and…”

“A rgh. ” She moans when I grab her hips, the fullness of them.

“Just all of you. Fuck .”

“No more questions,” she moans. “I want you. I want this. Here and now.”

“Here and now,” I snarl.

It’s dark, but my eyes have adjusted enough for me to see her smile. Her eyes glimmer in the starlight like diamonds. I grip her T-shirt and pull. She raises her arms, and that’s when I lose control, yanking her bra down so that her voluptuous breasts spill free.

I suck one of her nipples, massaging her other breast. She whimpers with pleasure, moving her hand through my hair. I lean to the side slightly, letting me glide my hand up her bare thigh and press down against the crotch of her shorts.

“I can feel how wet you are through your shorts ,” I say in awe.

“Then you better…” She shudders. “Do something about it.”

“Maybe I need to soak your shorts.”

“Fuck.”

I tug her nipple, rubbing her pussy at the same time. Her hips twitch and vibrate in that tell-tell way. It’s pure instinct. It’s pure desire. It’s hunger on a level only we can know, here and now .

She touches my wrist.

“Is there something you want to say?” I smirk.

“Touch me properly,” she whimpers.

“Say it properly, then.”

She meets the challenge, staring at me. “Put your hands down my shorts and touch my fucking pussy.”

Oh… fuck .

My dick feels like it could explode.

I slip my hand down her shorts, over her pubic bone and push down on her clit, too fucking eager to slip further down. Plus, I know that when I feel her juices all over my hand, I’m going to snap completely, free my cock, tear her shorts off and bring my slickness to her aching center.

She twists around and bites down on my T-shirt, clawing her nails down my body.

“Are you going to come for me, Siena? Get your pussy even wetter for me?”

She doesn’t say anything–it’s like she can’t–but she manages a short nod. Her hips continue to move in that eager tempo of desire, grinding her nub against my hand as I quicken my pace.

I swear her horny clit, addicted to her moans, to the ecstasy bursting through her. I lean down and bite her breast softly, but enough to leave a mark, enough for her to feel it.

We sink into this beautiful rhythm until she lets the T-shirt go, freeing her breathy gasps, telling me she’s close to an eruption. I lean back again, wanting to watch her, my eyes picking out her euphoria in the low light.

The orgasm finally strikes her. She squeezes her thick, delicious thighs around my hand, trapping me there.

I rub her clit harder, faster, watching as the pleasure pours out of her perfect curvy body. Her eyes glitter gorgeously as her legs fall apart in exhaustion.

I slide my hand lower…

Oh. Fuck.

Drenched.

Dripping

Slick.

Fucking… argh. The precome won’t stop flowing out of me.

“You’re ready for me,” I growl.

Standing, I grip my shorts and my briefs by the waistband and pull them down. My dick springs up. Siena gasps, leaning up on her arms, staring at me.

“You’re… glistening,” she mutters.

I look down. She’s right. My staff is shiny with precome.

“I need yours,” I snarl. “Now.”

“Do you have…”

I smirk, lean down, and grab the condom from my pocket. “I told you I’d be ready. I haven’t stopped carrying this since the first time. I’m too damn hungry for you. Now–show me your body. All of it.”

She stands, turns away from me. At first, I don’t know what she’s doing. But then I get it–she’s making me lose my mind…

Leaning forward, she draws my attention to the shapeliness of her round ass. She bends over, then looks at me over her shoulder as she slowly pulls her shorts and her underwear down, revealing her creaminess inch by mouthwatering inch.

“Like this?” she whispers. “Hmm, Dario?”

The thing that drives me over the edge is when I see her inner thighs glimmering with her release. My hands tremble as I tear the condom wrapper open, then slickly glide it down my throbbing length.

She props her hands against a palm tree.

“I want you like this,” she murmurs. “I want you to take me… fucking wild, Dario. Because that’s what we are. We’re wild. We don’t make sense. And here and now , I love that we don’t make sense.”

She sounds drunk, just like how I feel. Intoxicated with pleasure.

I stumble forward as she steps out of her shorts and arches her back, presenting her slick and hungry pussy, her thick round ass.

When I bring my hand down on her delicious globe in a light spank, she gasps.

“Is that how you want it, Mr. Mafia, huh? Is that how you do it?”

“I don’t do it like that. This is how I want you , Siena. Just you. I love the way your ass jiggles when I spank you.”

I do it again, staring mesmerized at the shimmering of her body.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she moans, shifting from side to side.

Slipping one hand into the perfect hold between her stomach and her leg, I squeeze my dick with the other, guiding me to her entrance. She doesn’t break eye contact, letting me see the shocked pleasure on her face, her eyes widening, her lips pouting beautifully.

My dick aches as I glide deeper and deeper, sinking against her, my abs flattening the round orbs of her perfect ass. She gasps and finally lets her head fall forward, gripping the palm tree two-handed and pushing back against me.

“Fuck,” I growl, staring at myself buried inside of her.

“You’re big,” she moans.

“Too big?”

“Just fuck me,” she says desperately.

I slip my other hand into the sexy-as-fuck dip between her waist, then gently glide out and push myself into her again. She gasps and pushes back in time with me, meeting me with a twitch of her hips.

Moving one hand around her body, I tease her clit as I slip in and out of her. Our bodies making slick noises of pleasure. She moans like she wants to scream, like she’s struggling to control her volume.

I pump my hips obsessively, like I’m in a trance.

“I love the way you work it.”

“Like this?” she moans, sensually riding my dick up and down.

“Yes, yes,” I gasp.

“Let me fuck you for a bit,” she moans.

I stay still, staring down in awe, letting my gaze feast on the sight of her owning my cock. Her ass bouncing off my abs.

I spank her, and her moan lets me know she likes it. Again and again, I make her ass ripple for me.

Then I really lose control, grab thick handfuls of her ass and drive myself in deep and hard. She judders forward. I quickly wrap one arm around her torso, holding her steady, my hand finding her breast as I arch my back and push my slick hard cock deep up inside of her.

She reaches back, clawing at my face, my neck, working her hips on my dick. She drags her fingernails down my face.

“I feel your pussy… fucking… pulsing for me,” I growl. “You’re going to cream again.”

“I’ve never have multiple orgasms,” she says breathlessly, sounding shocked.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

I wrap both my arms around her, hugging her tight, embracing her, savoring the heat of our bodies as I pump my hips and sear her hungry pussy with the flow of our pleasure. She shivers against me as the second orgasm hits her.

She falls, losing her grip on the tree. I quickly slide out of her body.

She turns over, spreading her legs, moaning needily. “Quick, Dario. Fuck.”

She wants me to keep fucking her while she’s coming. She doesn’t want to waste a single moment of pleasure.

I grip her thighs and pull her toward me. My cock slides all the way into her in one shot, pushing deep as her walls close then release around me in the flow of her crescendo.

She lies back, owning the moment, her tits bouncing as I fuck her ruthlessly.

“Push your perfect tits together,” I growl.

“Yeah, baby?”

She does as I say, her hands sinking into her fullness. I stare in aw, fucking her faster, harder, deeper, the base of my dick aching and burning as release boils over, pressing against my end, my body wanting to explode.

But I want to feel her come again. She’s so hot when she comes, confidence infusing her. I want this to last.

I slow down, lying atop her, bringing my lips to hers.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“Taking every moment with you,” I tell her, kissing her lips, her cheek, her neck, as I slow the glide of my cock. “Every second with you. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. The strongest. The toughest. The funniest. The fucking horniest.”

“Hmm,” she sighs, letting her hands glide over my back. “You’re so hard.”

“I could come ten times and still be hard for you.”

“You make me feel so sexy.”

“That’s because you are,” I grunt.

I lean back again, staring down at her, then slip out slowly–and hammer in hard. She gasps, her lip twitching in a smile.

“You’re a teaser,” she murmurs.

“And you loved being teased.”

I do it again, out slow, holding the tip of my cock at her entrance, letting her walls kiss me as if I’m going to pull out, then slipping my entire hardness all the way in.

She wraps her legs around me when I do it another time, holding me tightly inside of her. I stay deep, rocking back and forth, feeling her folds kissing my base as her depths caress my head. Our lips find each other again, and when we kiss, I know this means something. It has to.

She smooths her hands through my hair and across my back, twitching her pussy, moving her slickness as if massaging my cock. Come, not precome, real come, hungry, aching, tingly come, rushes to my head and gathers there.

I try to hold myself back, so hungry to feel her orgasm again.

“You need to come for me,” she moans in my ear. “You need to explode.”

“I—want—you—to…”

“No, Dario. Come for me. Please. Come. Come. Come .”

“Fuuuuuuck.”

I go into overdrive, hammering her slit harder than I have yet. She gasps and bucks. I lean back so I can see her tits and, more than that, the pleasure etching every feature of her gorgeous face.

I can’t think. Only feel.

Here and now, here and now, here and now.

“Fuuuuck,” I roar again, as an unstoppable wave of come rushes out of me.

She tears her fingernails down my chest as come explodes. When I’m almost empty, I feel her twitching, her mouth trembling as she struggles to maintain control.

My cock wilts, and I slip out of her.

“What are you doing?” I growl when she tries to sit up.

“It’s fine,” she murmurs.

“No, it’s not,” I snarl. “I know how close you are.”

I reach forward and slip two fingers into her pussy. As I pleasure her soaked hole, I push my thumb against her clit, moving it in circles. It doesn’t take much. She’s already so damn near a third eruption.

She grabs my wrist with both of her hands, guiding me to the perfect spot, and then she melts for me. Juices flow out of her slit, drenching my hand. She falls back, gasping. We sit like this for a few moments.

“Do you think anybody heard us?” she asks.

“Nothing could make me regret this,” I tell her.

She smiles. “Me neither.”

“Yeah?”

“I like this here and now thing. Makes everything simpler. I don’t have to worry about tomorrow. About what happens after this trip. My job. Or anything. Just us. Whatever ‘us’ means.”

“It means fucking in the sand,” I say with a smirk. “It means making me addicted to your body. Goddamn, that was heaven.”

“I’m going to say something that might stroke your already inflated ego,” she murmurs.

I place my hand on my chest. “My ego.”

She laughs as she grabs her shorts and pulls them on, fixes her bra, then looks around for her shirt. I grab my shorts and briefs and pull them on.

“I’m waiting…” I say.

“That was…”

“It was the best sex I ever had,” I tell her. “So, if that’s where you’re going–hey, I shot first.”

“It was,” she says. “Was it really for you too?”

“Hands down. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Just looking at you.”

She wriggles into her shirt. “You are?”

I grab her wrist, guiding her hand to my crotch. She bites down, moaning, stroking up and down my pole for a few moments before taking a step back like she doesn’t trust herself.

“When I said you’re big, I wasn’t kidding. I need a little rest.”

I wrap my arm around her. “Then let’s go, angel. Let’s rest. In my room.”

“You want me to stay with you?”

“Until this is over, I’m not letting you out of my sight… if you’ll have me.”

“Have you?” She mutters.

“Here. Now. Tonight.”

She squeezes me. “Okay–yeah.”