Page 4 of Single Mom's Mafia Daddies
It was then that I knew I could no longer resist. I must have her. Once.
The door closed with a soft click, followed by the turn of a deadbolt.
“Locking me in?” I asked with a laugh.
Her smile bloomed with electrifying beauty. “Now that I have you here, you bet your ass I’m locking you in.” She walked toward me, her limbs loose and a prowling look in her eyes. “Do you have any idea how much I want this? You?”
I met her on the second stride, slid a hand around her waist, and brought her flush against my straining erection. “Do you?”
Her lips parted, and I claimed them again with the same zealous frenzy that had overtaken me in the car. She brought out a fever in me, a wildness I’d always tamed during sex. Lila blew through my barriers with a single stroke of her tongue and a whispered need for me.
I hooked my arm tighter and walked us deeper inside. Her nails dug into my spine, then she was tugging my shirt free of my pants and scoring my skin. Her back hit the wall, and before she had a chance to move, I locked my hands behind her knees and lifted her into the air, eliminating my need to stoop to reach her mouth and bringing my cock to her center. The black dress rode up around her hips, and I caught a flash of lacy black underwear already damp with her desire.
One night,I reminded myself again as I worked a hand between us and cupped her wetness with a growl in the back of my throat.
She lifted her head and let it fall back with a soft thud. “Pretty sure I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me right now.”
“Not yet.” I dipped a finger into her, my cock swelling thicker at the way she bucked and rode my hand. I’d take my one night and make it last until dawn crested the horizon. “Bedroom?”
“That way.” She pointed to the left, toward an open door.
I carried her, my finger deep in her pussy and every step grinding her harder onto my knuckles.
We entered a small room with more of the blue carpet, a large bed covered in a satiny yellow duvet and pictures of far-off places lining the walls. She’d spoken of adventure. Perhaps these were the locations she hoped to visit. A cedar chest rested at the foot of the bed, and a small dresser and nightstand were tucked into the corner of the room facing the bathroom. I glimpsed the edge of a white tub and a plastic curtain before pulling my attention back to Lila.
I was safe here. No one knew I’d come here.
She trembled in my arms, her low pants and featherlight kisses grazing my ear. “I want to feel every inch of you.”
“You will.” It was easy to promise. I had no intentions of making this quick. I used everything I’d learned in my thirty years to bring her pleasure. “But first, you have to come for me.”
I lowered her onto the bed and pumped my fingers, curling them into that soft pleasure center that drove her hips off the bed and unleashed a string of curses in time with her pulsing hips. She barely noticed me pulling the dress down over her shoulders to reveal her perfect breasts…until I sucked a nipple into my mouth and added another finger to her convulsing pussy.
“Damn you, Alessio.” Her words spiked my pulse and her head thrashed. “I’m going to make you pay for this.”
I sucked harder, thrust faster, and added a third finger. She shattered with a shriek and dug her fingers into my hair, trying to pull my mouth from her nipple. I growled and shook my head, releasing her only to pull the dress from her body and throw it over my shoulder.
“I’m not finished.” It was a promise and a warning all in one.
“When”—she sucked several deep breaths and continued—“do you want me to give you a blow job?”
“No.” I grinned to take any hint of misunderstanding from my denial. “I’ve dreamed a million things I want to do to you. Having your lips on my cock is one, but not yet.” I pushed her legs wide and ran my palms up her inner thighs until I reached her apex. “Let me worship you a little longer.”
“What are y?—”
I licked her before she finished speaking then thrust my tongue into her and worked it with slow, delicate precision from her pussy to her clit and back again. There were no words that described what tonight meant to me, so I tried to show her instead. Her thighs trembled around my head, her body movingin time with my thrusts and licks until a deep shudder wrenched her entire form and her toes curled in the sheets.
She hooked her heels beneath my ass and pulled.
Straightening, I removed my clothes piece by piece. The Armani suit was one my father bought me, and I treated it the way I treated anything I treasured. I folded each piece and set them on the small chest at the foot of the bed.
Lila licked her lips and curled her fingers in a “come here” gesture. “Please, Alessio. I need you inside me.”
“With pleasure.” I sank once more between her legs, my cock thick and heavy. She wrapped her arms around my waist, lifting her hips to take me in. I gave myself over to the pleasure and sank deep. Sweat broke out on my brow after holding back so long. I withdrew and thrust again, then again. Each slow thrust set off tingling in my body.
I braced my weight on my hands beside her head and looked at her, taking in the beautiful lines of her face, the plump lips, the sweet curve of her breasts, memorizingeverything. I memorized the way she said my name, the feel of her hands in my hair and the way her body accepted mine and rose to meet me, the two of us becoming one as we climbed to the peak and flew off together.
“Lila.” I groaned her name. “My sweet Lila.” I came hard and fast, with a series of jittering thrusts that spiked another, smaller orgasm in Lila just as she came down from the last.