Page 13 of Mafia Love

Light fingers fluttered over my face, and I returned my gaze to hers to see her smiling.

“You’re the devil,” she cooed.

“Yes… I am.” I meant that in more ways than one. I was the devil for her, the devil that turned her to my dark world of crime and blood for blood.

But she was the queen of my heart and soul. I bent only to her will.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I reminded her.

“Take me,” she cooed on a wild breath and with lust in her eyes.

“I plan to.” I shrugged out of my clothes and tossed them to the corner of the room, then I flipped her over, so that she was on her hands and knees with her beautiful, firm ass pushed out for me to take.

Her hair fell forward over her angelic face, turning up the sexiness of her. Unable to tamp down my need to be inside her, I guided my cock to her entrance and thrust right inside. Her knees wobbled from the impact, and the tightness of her pretty pussy almost made me come right there. Just from that one thrust.

She moaned out loud again, and I caught sight of us in the corner of her long standing mirrors. The sight was purely erotic and hot with her massive tits bobbling in front of her as I started a slow pump, then sped up. I grabbed her hips and increased my pace before I held it, staying in that rhythm we both loved.

Fire licked at my skin in wild, hot flames of desire and passion. Her skin felt hot to touch too, just like before but hotter. She was already moaning loud, but my increased pace and pounding made her cry out even more.

When I started rutting into her like an animal, we both started moaning.

That was when I verged on the precipice of my own release.

“Amelia, I’m going to fuck you hard.” Hard just the way she liked it.

Fucking hell, this time felt different to any other time. Make love, have sex, fuck. This was everything and something else on its own.

She winced and moaned, grasping for the sheets and panting.

Passion seized me and took control of my body, taking her too. We couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop it, and I didn’t want to. My release exploded from me on a hot, virile eruption. Filling me with the flames of fire that licked over my skin.

She came again too, and the walls of her core grabbed me tight, milking me dry, draining me inside her.

We both collapsed in a hot sexual heap, breathing hard from the wildness of our love making.

I pulled her against my chest, holding her tight, holding her to me where I wanted to keep her forever.

I wished I could.

* * *

I had her two more times before we fell asleep. Drunk on love. I held her in my arms, and we stayed that way.

When morning broke, reality came with it, and I knew I had to leave. I just didn’t want to yet.

Not yet.

Not… yet.

She didn’t even know the plan, and I didn’t want to tell her yet.

Those feather-soft fingers fluttered over my forearm, rubbing along the edge where fine hairs covered the surface of my skin. She lingered on the Japanese character forearthI had tattooed on the crook of my elbow.

“Morning,” she cooed, twisting around to face me.

I moved down to kiss her and rubbed my finger over her breast to play with her right nipple.

“Morning, baby. Did you have a nice sleep?”