Page 83 of Mafia Scars

“That’s mine, doll.” That body of hers was always the magic trick. Worked like a charm on me every time to make me forget everything.

Right now was the focus. I wanted her. Every last part of her beautiful body.

I wanted it all.

I moved to pick her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I settled her down in the bed and shrugged out of my own clothes, leaving just my boxers.

I would start with her tits first. Get drunk on those, then make my way down to the jackpot. Her tits were the lure that fried my brains and turned anything else to mush. I lowered my head and closed my mouth over the tight little nipple of her left breast. It pebbled harder in my mouth.

I sucked harder when she started to moan.

“You like that, doll?”

“Yes.” She winced.

I moved to the other breast and started sucking, getting lost in her sounds of ecstatic bliss.

I continued to suck but parted her legs, so that I could push my fingers inside her core.

Fuck, she was soaked.

Time to drink.

I moved down to her thighs and parted her properly, pushing the panties aside. I liked how they looked, so I wanted her to keep them on.

I buried my face between her thighs and pushed my tongue right up inside her slick, wet core. Her juices flowed into my mouth, and an orgasm took her. As it continued to rage through her, I continued licking and stroking. Drinking from her hot, wet heat. Feeling glorious.

“Luc,” she cried.

“It’s okay, doll, scream if you want to.”

She shrieked, calling for me. I couldn’t take it. My cock was straining now.

This always happened to me.

Always, I became overwhelmed by this woman, and she was too much for me to begin to think I could control myself around her. The need to touch her everywhere consumed me, and even though I practically had my hands all over her, it was as if I couldn’t touch her enough.

Nothing was enough, and I couldn’t get close enough.

Her beautiful body writhed beneath me, with her eyes half closed and lips parted in ecstasy. When she smoothed her hands over her breasts and opened her eyes fully with that fuck-me expression, I lost it.

I ripped the panties off her. I’d wanted to keep those on, and definitely didn’t want to rip them knowing she wouldn’t have another pair here. Then the image of her walking around with no panties filled my mind, and I nearly died. My heart squeezed, and my cock pressed painfully against my pants

I had to have her now, with immediate effect.

I managed to shake off my clothes, then I climbed back on top of her and slid inside her hot, wet core with ease. She arched her back into me, driving me deeper, buried to the hilt.

We both cried out.

I began pumping, then pounding, fucking her hard just the way she liked it.

Fuck, if I didn’t slow down, I wouldn’t last, and no way was I going to let this be some five-minute thing. I’d waited all day to do this to her, and all night. I knew we’d have the rest of the night to consume each other, but I wanted each time to count. I wanted each time to last its own forever.

To never be without her, and always be with her.

I took a deep, deep breath and slowed my pace, so I could pull out and turn her over onto her hands and knees.

She giggled when I placed kisses all over her back and down to her beautiful firm ass.