Page 34 of Empire of Seduction (New York State of Mafia #2)

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Vito

Something tugged me from sleep, a thread of warmth and contentment that rolled through me. As I surfaced from the sluggish darkness, I realized what was happening. A wet, hot mouth was wrapped around my hard cock, giving it sweet pulls of delicious suction.

Mmmm , fuck. That was nice.

I spread my thighs, making more room for her, and stretched my arms over my head.

Last night, after I ate her out and made good on my promise of an orgasm, Maggie fell asleep in my bed.

Except I was too keyed up about our earlier conversation, the Red Raiders, and everything else to wind down and find sleep.

I eventually gave up and came downstairs to work.

It was the middle of the night when I returned to the bed and joined her.

As she sucked and licked, I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the attention.

Maggie hadn’t blown me since the casino and I’ve been eager to feel her greedy lips pulling the come from me once again.

She was so fucking good at this. Little flicks of her tongue, no teeth.

Steady pressure. And she never forgot about my balls, holding them in her mouth and swirling her tongue over my sac.

Now I was wide awake.

I threw off the covers so I could watch her.

Naked and eyes closed, she was kneeling between my legs, my cock in her mouth.

My skin was wet with her saliva, her plump lips stretched tight around my girth.

Blood rushed to my groin. “That’s it, angelo,” I whispered, stroking her hair and moving it out of the way so I could better see.

“Take me deep. Let me feel your throat.”

She widened her jaw and sank her head as far down as she could go. It wasn’t enough.

I held her head and pressed my hips up. “More. Gag on it.”

She didn’t fight me, and I felt her body jerk. I let her pull back to breathe. “Again. Eyes on me this time, bella.”

Her watery gaze met mine and the sight sent lust punching through my veins.

I didn’t let her move as I thrust up, watching as she struggled to take me.

Finally, I pushed into her throat. I held there and she gripped my thighs to steady herself, tears wetting her skin.

I couldn’t look away, mesmerized. I’d never seen anything so beautiful.

When I eased out of her throat, she inhaled deeply and saliva dribbled down her chin. But she didn’t release me. My chest constricted. “ Tu sei perfetto ,” I whispered, not even realizing she wouldn’t understand. “You are perfect,” I repeated. “Is sucking on my cock getting you wet?”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving me.

Cazzo, this girl. I liked the idea of coming down her throat, but I’d much rather fuck her right now. I craved the tight grip of her cunt, the little cries she gave when I was deep inside her. “Get on your back.”

She released me with a pop and my erection slapped against my stomach.

Reaching to the drawer by the bed, I took out the lube I’d stored there.

When I looked, Maggie’s long limbs were stretched out across the mattress, hooded lids framing eyes gone dark with desire.

I shifted between her legs and slicked up my cock. “Let me know if this is too much.”

“It won’t be. I’m fine.”

I let my fingers trail through her slit and found her soaked. “Oh, baby. You need this very badly, no?”

“Hurry, Vito.”

Pushing one of her thighs higher, I said, “Hold your legs apart. Show me that tight hole.”

She grabbed behind both knees and held herself open to display her pussy—and I sucked in a breath as I took it in.

The wet folds, her swollen clit. Easing forward, I lined up at her entrance and watched her face as I pushed inside.

The squeeze around the head of my cock sent tiny shockwaves through my limbs, but I didn’t move, giving us both a second to adjust. I was pleased to see she didn’t wince.

Instead, her head angled back, her breath coming out in a long sigh.

“More,” she said.

“Don’t drop your legs.” Adjusting my hips, I invaded, millimeter by millimeter, gazing down at her slick flesh as she swallowed my cock.

I needed to be buried inside her, deep, deep in her pussy.

When our hips finally met, I hung my head and inhaled, my nostrils flaring.

Fucking tight. Scalding hot . I wanted to crawl inside her and never leave.

“You feel so good.” She licked her lips. “ God .”

“No pain?”

“Nope.”

Relieved, I stirred my pelvis into her clit. I was so turned on that I was almost afraid to thrust, lest I embarrass myself. “How hard do you want it?”

“How hard can you give it to me?”

I leaned over and propped a hand on either side of her head, nearly covering her. “Ask me nicely, diavoletta.”

“Fuck me hard, please,” she rushed out. Her legs began to tremble from the effort of holding them up. “Hurry.”

I pulled out and sat on my knees. When she started to drop her hands, I grabbed her legs to prevent it.

“Stay there and show me that empty pussy. I want to hear you beg me to fill you up.” I used two fingers to circle her clit and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. Yet she was still silent. “Beg me.”

“God, you’re such an asshole.” The muscles in her lower body clenched as she tried to chase my fingers. “ Please , Vito.”

“Please Vito, what?”

She let out a noise of frustration, then sweetened her voice until it dripped with honey. “Please, baby, fill me up. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you all day.”

At her words, my brain short circuited, like a lightning bolt went through me.

I shoved my cock inside her, all the way to the hilt, the clasp of her walls like a vise.

Spots danced around the edge of my vision as my hips slammed into her over and over, causing her to jolt atop the bed, her lips parted in apparent bliss, tits bouncing.

I clenched my teeth, trying to stave off my orgasm as I pumped. With each thrust the wooden bed frame hit the wall with a thud. Her hands cupped her breasts and fingers tugged on her nipples. “Oh, god. Oh, god. Shit, that is so good .”

The way she gripped me—as if her pussy didn’t want to let me go—scrambled my thoughts.

I could only think more and harder as I used all my strength to wring an orgasm out of her.

Knowing how much she likes hearing me talk, I started confessing in my language all the things I wanted to do to her.

Every depraved act, every twisted idea I had about this woman and her body.

Everything she was making me feel inside.

How I wasn’t sure I could give her up when the time came.

Then she was clenching around me, little ripples going through her, down her legs.

She breathed out a long string of curses, and when she finished spasming I pulled out and stroked myself a few times until thick ribbons of come landed on her slick flesh.

I painted her pussy with it. Marked her as mine.

Stripes of white fluid marred her pretty pink labia and clit, and the amount of satisfaction I felt could not be described.

Mine .

“Rub it in,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Rub my come into your skin and push it up inside you.”

There was no fight in her, not at the moment.

She was floating in a sea of ecstasy that ensured she would do almost anything I asked, like her fingers sliding between her legs to smear my mess all over herself.

“That’s it,” I crooned. “Keep going. You need to wear my come on your skin at all times.”

She sighed happily, her eyes closed. I never tired of looking at her. “Inside your pussy, mio dolce angioletto. Use your fingers and push every drop deep inside .”

Two fingers glided through her folds, gathered the come at her entrance, then slipped into her pussy, pushing me inside. Without being prompted she did this a second time and I almost declared my love right there.

Madre di dio, this woman. She was perfect.

Sono fottuto.

I grabbed her fingers coated in the both of us and brought them to my mouth. I licked once, then held them to her. “Now you.”

With a devilish smile, she slipped her fingers past her lips and sucked on them. Every drop of moisture left my mouth and I stared, wondering how quickly I could fuck her again. “I’m never letting you leave.”

She chuckled and reached for me. “There are laws against that kind of thing in this country.”

“Fuck the laws,” I murmured as I stretched out on top of her. “No one would blame me if they watched us together.”

Kissing my chin, she nuzzled her nose against my jaw. Then she patted my shoulder. “That was fun.”

Fun? It had been earth-shattering.

“This is just sex, Vito.”

Except I knew what “just sex” felt like. This wasn’t it. I hadn’t ever been this obsessed, this crazed over a woman before.

“What?” she asked, staring at my expression.

“Nothing.” I kissed her briefly, but it was hard and deep. “Let’s shower.”

“Okaaaaaay.” She sounded hesitant, confused.

I crawled off her and stood by the bed, then reached my hand out to help her stand. As we walked into the bathroom, she whistled behind me. “God, your ass. It is—” she made a kissing sound “—a masterpiece.”

I glanced over my shoulder. “Yeah?”

“You even have those divots right here.” She touched my lower back. “Do you work out?”

“I have a gym at home.” I reached into the shower and started the water.

“I bet you never skip leg day.”

I went to take a piss, not commenting. There was too much swirling around in my head and I wasn’t thinking clearly. She started brushing her teeth with the toothbrush I’d unwrapped for her yesterday and silence fell.

After I flushed, I went into the shower and let the hot water pound on my shoulders.

As always, I shoved aside the personal and focused on work.

There was a lot to do. I needed to contact a security company about working on the winery.

Then there were the emails I’d avoided the past few days.

And I had to ring Benetti and fill him in?—