Page 104 of Veiled Amor

“God, you’re dirty.”

She had no idea.

A deeper rub this time, his finger slipped into her wetness. “Tell me how much it hurts,nena.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she puffed, “let me turn around so I can touch you.”

“Soon.” His thumb flicked against her clit, and he basked in her jerked reaction, biting into her shoulder. He watched her hands tighten on the edge of the bench; she was panting quietly, rocking back against his shaft. With his free hand, Capone reached between them and unzipped, pulling out his length, the touch of his hand was enough to make him tremble, but he knew something else which would feel so much better than his palm.

“I’ll worship you for hours when we’re at home,” he shared roughly, bringing his hand out of her panties. He curled it around the front of her throat, turning her head so he could lick a line against the seam of Lucia’s lips. She moaned and leaned in for more. “You can ride my face, make me beg for your sweet pussy, fucking suffocate me. But right now, I need tofuckmynena.” The way she moaned, he knew she was into it and that only stoked his arousal higher.

“God, yes. Do it. Fuck my brains out, Capone. I’m always yours. Please, I ache for you.” It was all Capone needed to navigate his cock to her entrance, and he pushed in. The electricity started at the base of his spine as he got in good and tight, fixing himself to Lucia’s more petite frame, the shove forced her up onto her toes. He wanted to fuck them stupid until he couldn’t think of the threat still hanging over their heads.

He had her this morning, but it felt so long ago.

The urgency was intense as he rode into her, listening to her moaning cues. His Lucia liked it slow. She liked it fast and hard. Capone gave it all to her with ragged grunts falling from his throat.

Ah,Dios. This was good—bliss.

“Baby.” She whined, convulsing so hard around his cock, “I’m close…close.”

“Hold onto the bench,” he growled.

Sliding a hand around her stomach, he went into the front of her panties again and found her little clit waiting for him, wet and swollen. Capone rubbed and rubbed. The wet sounds of their sex and their disordered panting pushed his lover straight over the edge as she shuddered his name.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he shared roughly. “Addicted to you, Lucia.”

Her continued moans were beautiful, they began as jumpy puffs of noise and grew in tempo as he built her up again to take more. It sent him reeling as he fucked andfuckedher against the tool bench. “Wider,” he issued in a voice so dark he didn’t recognize, “widen your legs,nena, let your man in as deep as I can get.”

“Capone.” She whimpered.

“I know. My wet girl,” he thrust harder, “my tightnena,you take everything I need to give you, don’t you?”

“Always,” she answered.

Pressed into her back, he got there, grunting her name into her neck as she came a second time. Her convulsions rippling down his cock meant Capone followed her, emptying himself on a raspy groan of pleasure. One last hip flex and Capone stilled inside of her, wrapping her in his arms from behind. He breathed in the scent of her and their pleasure as he fought to regain his lungs.

A whole other ache started in the pit of Capone’s gut when he separated them and felt Lucia quivering. He could retake her so easily, his cock was ready though he felt as though he’d come his entire soul with his climax. With Lucia, his arousal was never-ending, but he wanted to take her home, put her through the paces, slower this time. Tucking himself away, he lowered her skirt and turned her around. She was pliable, leaning against him, her eyes were drowsy with her pleasure. Dropping a kiss to her lips, she pushed her hands under his shirt.

He loved her so fucking much.

There wasn’t much he’d die for. Capone had been born with a fighting instinct. He’d always known he’d battle through Hell to keep living. But for this woman clawing up his stomach with her gentle nails, he’d set his life down for hers, not even a sacrifice.

Keeping her close, his hand rolled from the base of her spine up under her hair, where he held her neck as she cuddled into him. “Beautiful girl.” He told her in Spanish, “make me wild, don’t you? Making it so fucking tight it almost hurts.”

“Yeah?” She asked dreamily, smiling up at him, then nuzzled her face into his chest.

“Sí. Crazy for you, you know that?”

Two arms lifted around his neck, and he let his arms drop to her waist, palming her little butt, a perfect handful. “I feel the same way about you, Gi.”

“Lucia,” he rasped next to her ear, then pulled back to look into her eyes. Everything she was feeling was there for him to see, and his chest expanded with need. “You can say it, don’t be afraid to tell me you love me, huh?”

There was no surprise on her face as she started to smile, and he dipped in to kiss her. “Because I love you so fucking much, I’m burning up to love you.” he shared in Spanish and then repeated the same sentiment in English. Her eyes filled with tears, her smile getting bigger, her fingers moved to his ear gauge, and she tugged a little.

“You declare your love for me, something I’ve longed for, dreamed about, and hoped for, in a garage?”

Capone smirked, dropping a kiss to her wet lips. “I’m not romantic,nena.”