Page 86 of Veiled Amor

The faster she rode his cock from the bottom, the more his sanity threatened to desert the ship. The pleasure was too much; he was in Hell. His perfect woman was laughing when she nipped along his throat again, pulsated him hard with her pussy, and that was his end. He dropped his pelvis, giving her his weight. “My turn,” he growled into her mouth, grabbing a hand around the back of her neck.

Needing her closer than he could get her, he crushed her mouth in a grueling kiss even as she continued riding his sensitive dick.

“Lucia,” Capone grunted and gave her a series of plowing thrusts. When he heard her breath pause, he watched her face as she froze under him and came with her lips open with soundless cries.

He didn’t let up.

Couldn’t stop.

Needing his own was secondary to watching how Lucia shattered under him, clinging with her lips and teeth now pressed into his shoulder. He gained leverage, shoving as hard as possible. Lucia bucked and grabbed him, her nails digging in deep. Jesus, he loved the pain she gave him.

The delicious feel of Lucia clutching to him brought Capone to his finish in a brutal eruption of pleasure. It went on until he thought the orgasm might break his back in half.

Only the sound of Lucia panting brought reality to his foggy brain, she was heavily sated, smiling to herself. Capone dropped a kiss on her lips and then another. “My sweet little fuck.”

Fuck, she loved that when her inner pussy walls shuddered and nearly renewed his dick in record time.

He meant it. She was his.

Not because they’d fucked. Though, it was because of that too. They’d been coming to this day for a long time. Sometimes it felt like a speeding train, unable to stop. But she’d always felt like she belonged to him.

Lucia trumped all his guilt. That was the truth.

Capone didn’t know if he could live with himself in the long run, but he also knew he couldn’t let her go again.

“Capone.” She murmured by his ear, and he looked down at her. Hesitant, with her beautiful smile, as if she expected him to kick her out of his bed.

He had a shitload to make up for how he’d treated her.

Smiling at her, she relaxed, winding her arms around his neck.

“Love the way you took my solid fuck,nena.”

Without a pause, “I’d take any fucks you have to give me.”

This woman flayed him alive.

He groaned into her neck, smelling them both on her skin. A caveman part of his psyche wanted her stinking of him all the time. He’d love the job of keeping her smelling of their sex.

“You okay?”

“Never better.” She purred.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“Hmm. A little.” Capone frowned, and Lucia chuckled, nuzzling his face. “I liked it, don’t worry. It’s been a while; my vagina was shocked awake.”

A groan boiled out of him. That did it. His dick was erect again.

It killed Capone to slip out of her body and hop off the bed. She was splayed out like his queen.

“I’m gonna deal with this condom, don’t you move, got it? We are far from done.”

With a smile as seductive as her sinner’s body, Lucia rolled to her elbow, watching him as hungry as he felt. “Oh yeah? You better hurry back then.”

He fucking hurried.

And then he fucked her again.