Page 10 of The Mafia Marriage Contract

“You’re all hot and bothered just from my fingers. That was nothing, princess.” I smirk at her. “I guess you’ve never been with anyone who actually knows what it takes to please a woman.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, asshole. My vibrator can get me off better than you can.” Goosebumps pebble her skin, and I don’t miss the way her hands shake as she spits out her lies.

“Is that a challenge?” My lips lift and I tear off her skimpy panties with one quick tug.

“Those were my something blue,” she says. “You just destroyed them. Do you know what that means?”

“Yeah.” I lift her into my arms and carry her to the oversized sofa under a string of fairy lights. “It means that there’s nothing in the way of me fucking that perfect pussy.”

A shocked gasp catches in her throat, and she looks at me like a deer caught in headlights when Iplace her on the cushion.

I lift an eyebrow and pull off my belt. “Are you gonna pretend that’s not what you want? Are we still playing that game, Livvie?”

Her eyes fall to my hard cock, widening. I give it a hard stroke and she bites down on her lip before looking up at me.

“This means nothing.”

Her legs fall open wider, her pussy lips plump and glistening with her juices.

Precum spills over the tops of my fingers at the sight of it.

“Oh, but it does,” I say, lowering myself on top of her. “It means that you’re mine, Livvie. For fucking ever. I’m gonna fucking ruin you. That pussy is mine to take whenever I want it. I don’t care if you hate me, you’re gonna love when I fuck you. You’re gonna crave it, beg for it, dream about it.”

“You may have my body, but you’ll never own my heart. You’re an evil bastard, and I’ll never love you,” she whimpers as the head of my cock teases her slit.

“I don’t need you to love me. I just need you to fuck me,” I grunt, driving my hips forward.

She cries out as I push into her, her eyes squeezed shut. I try to control myself, try to keep my movements slow so I don’t hurt her, but the feeling of her pussy stretching around me, blanketing my cock in her wet heat, it’s too much.

I thrust into her with long, deep strokes and she lifts her hips to meet me, squeezing my cock to keep me in place. I pull out, grazing against her clit, and she moans, pressing her hands into the small of my back to force me back inside.

My control slips and my movements become harder and faster. Our frenzied bodies rock against each other. Sweat prickles the back of my neck, my balls aching as they slap against her.

A piercing yell shatters the air as she comes apart in my arms, her juices flowing over me, body quaking and quivering when the orgasm consumes her.

Streaks of white light flash behind my eyelids, sparks in my groin shooting out like lasers, electrifying me from the inside out.

With one last thrust, I finally let go, tremors rocking my body as the hot cum spurts from my cock, filling her with everything I have.

I collapse forward onto my arms, my heart damn near ready to explode out of my chest.

But fuck, I’m still smiling.

Because hate sex is the best sex.

Andthathate sex was the best goddamn sex I’ve ever had.

Livvie narrows her eyes. “Get the hell off me.”

“You sure? The way your pussy was leeching on my dick tells me there’s time for round two.”

“In your dreams,” she hisses, raising her foot. “Do you want me to kick you off me? Or will ya be a gentleman and respect your wife’s wishes?”

“I think I already did that. At least twice.”

I get off the couch and tuck myself back into my pants, smirking while I watch Livvie struggle to get up after what I just did to her.

When she grips the side of the couch for leverage, her body looks like a limp spaghetti noodle, trembling as she fixes her dress.