Page 92 of Double Trouble for the Mafia Prince

Her cunt is soaked.

I can feel it on my thighs, slick squelching where our bodies meet.

Every time I pull out, I watch the way her lips cling to me, stretched around the thickness of my shaft, shiny with saliva and arousal and the mix of everything I’ve already given her.

I slam back in.

"Still hate me?" I growl against the curve of her jaw, my tongue catching the sweat pooling there, salty and hot from the heat between us.

Her voice cracks, breathless and furious. "Yes."

I fuck her harder for that.

Her fingernails rake down my back, the sting trailing fire along my spine.

"Liar."

"Fuck you," she spits again, but her voice is breaking.

Her body doesn’t lie.

She arches up to meet me every time, rocking her hips in sync, tightening around me like she wants to keep me there until we both explode.

"I’d rather fuck you," I mutter, slamming into her so hard she jolts beneath me, the bed groaning under our weight.

She gasps and tries to push me off, but I catch her wrists again, pin them above her head, fingers wrapped around both in one fist.

I grind into her, burying myself to the base, making her take all of me, making her eyes roll back with a soft, choked cry.

"Look at me," I demand.

She doesn’t, so I bite her breast.

Her back arches, and she screams, thighs clenching as her whole body pulses.

Her cunt tightens violently around me, and I know she’s close.

She’s holding it in, stubborn even now, but I feel the tremble building in her core.

Her clit is swollen, rubbing against the base of my shaft with every deep grind.

I suck the other nipple into my mouth and bite it too, hard enough to make her shiver.

"Come for me," I snarl, voice cracked and raw against her skin. "Come and admit you fucking need me."

She curses, then chokes on her breath, her head thrashing on the pillow.

And then she breaks.

Her thighs shake, her belly tightens, and she clenches so hard around my cock it pulls a groan from the bottom of my throat.

She screams, full-bodied, chest heaving as her release hits her, drenching me in her juices, slick dripping onto the sheets as I keep moving, fucking her through it until she starts sobbing my name into the space between us.

I let go of her wrists.

Her hands come to my shoulders, gripping like she’s drowning. Then she grabs my hair, yanking me down and shoving her tongue into my mouth, kissing me like she wants to tear me open and crawl inside.

Her spit slicks our mouths, dripping down to her chin, and I suck her bottom lip between my teeth, biting until she moans.