Page 65 of Single Mom's Mafia Daddies
I leaned onto one arm and ground my hips into her.
“Fuck, Alessio.” Her lips spoke my name with a loving caress. “Get your damned cock inside me.”
“Not yet.” I kissed the side of her neck. “You’re quite feral when you’re horny.”
“Feral?” She raised her head and tightened her grip on my cock. “I’ll show you feral.” A hard stroke all the way to my balls caused my stomach to clench.
Pain scored my body from every side. I ignored it and laughed while increasing my pace. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that.” I added a third finger. “Come for me, baby.”
Her body gave itself over to my command, her release squeezing my fingers as her walls tensed. “Why does that always work?” she panted, her pussy still shuddering. “I hate that you get me off so easily.”
“Do you?” I pulled my fingers out and dragged her panties off, throwing them over my shoulder. “Seems like you enjoy it.”
“You’re a bastard.” She sighed when I let more of my weight settle on her body and pierced her pussy with my cock.
I took my time entering her, making the pleasurable pain build until sweat beaded on my forehead and the muscles in my entire body spasmed.
Lila rocked her hips, her hands continuing their slow roam across my back and ass. She pinched one cheek, then slapped it lightly, giggling when I withdrew.
“Where do you think you’re going?” She locked her legs around my waist and wiggled her hips. “Get back where you belong.”
“Giving me orders now?” I clicked my tongue while sliding back inside. I’d never get tired of the sensation no matter how long I lived or how often we fucked.
She answered me with a tilt of her hips that drove my cock deep.
I lifted my weight from her and rested it on my palms. My arms framed her face, her hair feathered around her head in a halo that glittered in the lamplight. I slid in and out of her in a slow, steady pulsing, taking my cock away and giving it back in its entirety with every stroke.
Her legs tightened around my waist then released. Before I realized her intentions, she pulled her knees wide and opened herself to me. My gaze snagged on the sight of my cock pumping in and out of her pussy. The wet sound of her arousal meeting my firm dick spurred me faster. I lost myself in the feel of her, the desperation of her pants, and the slow build of pleasure tingling on the back of my neck.
A shudder shook her body, and she cried out my name in a breathy voice.
I followed her over the edge without hesitation, my full weight dropping to pin her to the bed. Pain seared through my chest, but it didn’t matter when her ankles hooked over the backs of my knees and held me in place. Our bodies shook together as our orgasms faded, and we were left with sore muscles and goofy grins.
I rolled to the side and pulled her along with me so we were face to face. Sleep threatened to drag me down, but I took my time appreciating the woman in my arms. A question burned the back of my mind. I hesitated to ask now, so soon after we’d made love. It cheapened the experience and made me sound like a bastard. I’d find the right time to ask, I just knew it wasn’t now.
“I should check on Leo.” Lila raised her head and looked around the room. “You don’t have a clock in here?”
“Don’t need one.” I tapped my wrist where the silver Rolex rested and showed it to Lila.
Sheharrumphedand sat up. “When Matteo told me this was your room, I expected it to look like your room upstairs. This is nothing like that.”
I eyed the spartan furniture and walls with only two paintings, both of which I’d acquired from the Russo syndicate several years ago. Matteo’s family—opportunistic bastards that they were—held a large portion of valuables. They’d allowed me to purchase these two paintings after a tense meeting where Matteo’s future was discussed and decided. They chose to let him stay with me, but only if he cut all ties with the Russo syndicate, alienating him from his family. He’d chosen me over them and hadn’t spoken to them since.
When I asked him why, he’d said it was because he hated being caught in the middle but never having the power to help either side. The Russo motto of brokering deals between syndicates and exploiting weaknesses for profit went against his loyalty and drive to see the good guys win.
A thud bounced off the door, followed by Matteo’s laughter. “Dinner’s ready. You two come on out.”
33
LILA
Itried to appear nonchalant as I walked out of Alessio’s room. I’d brushed my hair and smoothed it down, but my clothes were rumpled from lying on the floor and there was nothing I could do about the blissed-out look on my face.
Matteo wiggled his eyebrows when I emerged. “Good talk?”
“Um. Yeah.” Heat scorched my cheeks. I had no reason to feel guilty, except that I should not have let Alessio distract me from a conversation we needed to have. We’d made progress, but the stubborn bastard still wanted to go kill himself on his mission.
Matteo set a basket of bread in the center of the table. “Dig in while it’s warm.”