Page 5 of The One Night Match (Mafia Matchmaker #1)

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RILEY

T his might just be the most reckless thing I’ve ever done.

I know, you’d think a twenty-four-year-old Mafia princess would have pushed the boundaries a little, but I was always afraid of the consequences, of being used by the wrong person to get to my family.

So I was never the risk taker.

My older sister, Cassidy, could put even the biggest of my father’s men on their asses. She took self-defense classes, as well as learning every kind of martial arts she could, and that made her an unstoppable force that no one was dumb enough to fuck with.

My younger sister, Ari, is the most reckless of the three of us, but naturally, as the youngest, she gets away with it.

It also doesn’t hurt that she’s one of the best shooters in our family and carries a gun with her no matter where she goes.

The Mafia gene really missed the mark with me.

But now that I’m here, on my knees for a stranger, staring at his cock like it’s going to bite me, I’m wondering why I never let myself be a little wild.

Tomorrow, I marry a man I’ve never met, and I don’t know that I’ve ever truly lived. I was too scared to do the things that would have gotten my blood pumping the way it is now, and this is my last chance to step outside of my comfort zone.

I lean forward, reveling in the way his fingers massage my scalp, before taking the bulbous head of his cock between my lips.

We let out a mutual groan, mine at the taste of his salty precum, and his at the feel of my tongue lapping at the angry red head.

God, I never knew how much power I could wield against a man as huge as him, just by dropping to my knees.

I swirl my tongue around him once more before pressing forward another couple of inches until he nudges the back of my throat, but God, there’s a lot of dick left.

I’ve given my fair share of blowjobs, but this is definitely the biggest I’ve tried to take, and I’m beginning to question my abilities.

A rough chuckle comes from above, and I meet his amused eyes. “You’re looking at my dick like it’s a puzzle to solve.”

I roll my eyes, but my lips tip up despite being stretched around him.

I pull back slightly, using my tongue to lave over the thick veins that run the length of his hardness before pressing forward again, this time taking him deeper.

The urge to gag almost pulls me back, but instead, I swallow around him, and the sound he lets out is so fucking hot my pussy clenches around nothing.

My panties are ruined, and I’ll probably have to ditch them before I head back to the hotel, but for this experience, it’ll absolutely be worth it.

“Jesus, Kitten,” he groans, flexing his hands in my hair and tugging at the strands hard enough I moan around him. “Your mouth is every-fucking-thing and more.”

With renewed confidence, I pull back and press forward again, this time taking him so deep that the soft hairs at the base of his cock brush my nose. I don’t think I’ll be able to take him all, but I’m close enough to call it a win.

I set a steady rhythm that has my mystery man fighting against his need for control, and I’m far too smug about it, every now and then pausing to lap at his head before taking him deep again.

His groans are a symphony as his hips begin to thrust to meet me. “If you keep this up, I’m going to come down your throat, Kitten.”

It’s a warning, but instead of stopping me, I double my efforts, using his thick thighs to steady me as I suck him like he’s my favorite treat. Which, at this point, isn’t far from the case.

He fists my hair and tugs me back, the sharp pain making my pussy drip with desire. Who knew I’d like a little pain with my sex?

The few boyfriends I allowed to get physical were bumbling idiots compared to the guy, and I’m starting to think I should have fucked more strangers in clubs if this is how good things can be.

“As badly as I want to come all over your pretty face, Kitten, I need to feel your hot pussy wrapped around me.”

“Do you have a condom?” I rasp.

He reaches into his desk drawer and produces a foil packet that has my brow raising.

“I thought you said you don’t fuck girls in here.”

He chuckles and bends over, easily lifting me from the ground and depositing me on the edge of the desk with him between my thighs. “I don’t. But my manager does, and the last thing I need is him knocking up some socialite and causing the club problems.”

He reaches between us and finds the scrap of lace covering my pussy soaked.

Wrapping his fingers around the fabric, he tugs, and it gives way with a soft snap, making me gasp.

“What the fuck!”

“They’re ruined anyway.” He shrugs as he shoves his pants down to his ankles and slides the condom on with an impressive amount of speed.

I can’t remember the last time I was this close to the edge before a guy had really touched me, but I have a feeling he knows exactly what he’s doing with what’s between his legs.

Surely a man who looks like this can’t be bad in bed, or I guess desk in this case. That would just be a sin.

I’m too distracted by him lining up his cock with my core to notice where he throws my panties, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders to keep myself steady.

“You’re so wet for me, Kitten,” he murmurs, his voice almost reverent as he watches his cock slide through my heat.

“Stop teasing,” I whine, and the sound seems to entertain him, but doesn’t make him hurry.

He brushes my sensitive clit with his head, and I let out a long moan as my pussy pulses around nothing.

If I’m not careful, he’s going to have me coming without even sliding inside me…again.

God, I can’t believe I came so easily just from grinding on him. It usually takes a lot to get me over the edge, but then most men are also bumbling idiots when it comes to how to touch a woman.

“Why don’t you ask nicely for my cock?” His dark eyes meet mine, and I’m breathless at the lust staring back at me. There’s a fire in the darkness I can’t quite grasp, but instead I find myself desperate to do as I’m told.

“Please fuck me,” I say softly, my cheeks heating at the words. Why does dirty talk have to feel so unnatural to me?

He chuckles. “Now, I know you can do better than that.”

I swallow heavily and shift my hips, causing us both to moan as he notches himself at my entrance. “Please fuck me,” I repeat. “I need you so badly. My pussy is aching.”

That seems to do the trick because one moment I’m empty and desperate, and the next I’m stretched obscenely around his thick cock.

The burn is intense to begin with, and I bury my face into his chest as I breathe through the pain. Jesus. Even if I just had him in my mouth, I clearly didn’t consider how much this was going to hurt.

“You’re okay,” he whispers against my ear. “You’re taking me so well, Kitten. Just breathe through the pain, and it’ll feel so fucking good in a few seconds.”

I nod against him, uncaring that makeup smears across his black shirt. There’s a weird possessiveness that is entirely foreign that’s pleased, at least for tonight. Every other woman in this club will know he’s mine.

I shake off the dangerous thought and circle my hips, testing the pull as my body grows accustomed to his thickness.

“You ready for me to fuck you, Kitten?”

How could I ever say no?