Page 122 of Veiled Amor

Lucia was no rule follower, not in this new life of hers, so she took five long sucks, so powerful, his grunts bounced off every surface, and she found herself lifted off her knees and took back to his lap, straddling over his legs this time.

“I said two,” he growled in her face. Turning her on harder until she dripped down her inner thigh.

“So what,” she answered in her own head of steam, so thick it practically swarmed around them both. Her panties were about to dissolve if he didn’t get inside her soon. “I was hungry, you’ve left mestarving.”

Capone’s growl was that of an animal, as if he took a personal insult to her accusation.

She wanted him to know she’d been alone, without his body lying next to hers.

He couldn’t give her the world, then snatch it away again. It was fucking unfair.

Her thoughts were frantic, and they each centered on the hard man beneath her.

“Want.”

“Take.”

She did. God, did she. She only had to tear up her skirt with rushed fingers, and Capone did the rest by pulling her cotton panties to the side so she could sink on the cock she was holding upward for herself.

Ah god. God.God. She cried into his unyielding and insistent mouth, squeezing his neck as she lowered down until she’d taken him.

It was the best.

Oh god, it was the best.

She was shaking from head to toe.

Capone’s hands were so warm and so big, she felt his fingers contract against her stomach as she rode. A hot wave went over her, it had taken only several thrusts to push Lucia to an orgasm, but it was far from enough.

“More,” she whimpered, exhausted from riding him like a champion ribbon thoroughbred.

The passion was too big,too big. It was impossible to breathe right. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, tearing the shirt off Capone. Her clothes were gone in seconds, torn off her by strong, angry hands, and he attached his mouth to her nipple, scraping with his teeth. Lucia made muffled noises. It was so much better now her breasts could scrape against his fine chest hairs. He wasn’t bear-like. Only a smattering over the top half of him, with a line leading down to his groin, but it was enough stimulation to make Lucia tremble.

“You need more?” He growled against her lips. Before Lucia could nod, she was in the air, their bodies still joined, and he pressed her into the wall hard enough to clatter her teeth. “You’re hungry,mi amor? I can’t have that. It’s my job to take care of you.Mine.” He rasped into her lips before they started kissing again.

They didn’t mask their noises.

Too far gone in her hazy lust to care who heard them as he wall fucked her, going so hard, he pushed her up a few inches, leaving Lucia’s legs dangling around his waist.

It was wet.

Messy.

Beautiful.

The force of Capone’s slams and the rake of her nails on his exposed shoulder blades demonstrated how insanely wild they both felt.

Angry too at each other.

Their bodies conveyed how much with each slam and moan.

His taste was sin and home.

The earthquake started in Lucia’s mid-section, with the orgasm exploding like stars, and she cried into his mouth, giving him little bites and nips of her teeth as he shoved into her so deep. Her vision cleared, and all she saw was the man she loved so very much fucking her.

This man was hers.

Through love and frustration, difficult times, and anger. Capone belonged to her. She wrapped her arms securely around his shoulders, bringing their mouths together. She moaned his name, whispered her love, and watched his eyes darkened to two black disks.