Page 119 of Vows of a Mobster

My body arched off the bed, the need for him greater than anything I had ever felt before. His mouth trailed down my stomach, over my thigh until his head was buried between my thighs. His mouth covered my pussy, sucking hard, pushing his tongue inside me. Each time he touched me felt new. He was branding me, ruining me for anyone else.

“Oh my God.” Bursts of pleasure shot through me as he roughly lapped at me, eating me out. My hips bucked at the sweet sensation.

“Mateo-” Panting, my body shook under his touch but he refused to ease down. Pressing my hips under his hold, he was relentless. His face burrowed into my pussy as his tongue fucked me. His finger pressed against my clit and my body exploded into a million pieces, his name a breathless whisper on my lips. His name would be forever on my lips.

“I need you.” I sounded desperate but I didn’t care. My pussy squeezed in need of his cock.

He grunted something in Italian but my hazy brain couldn’t catch the meaning of it.

“Spread your legs. I want to see my woman’s pussy.” My body ignited at his demand. Fuck, I might orgasm again just with his dirty words.

He shed off all his clothes and I watched his naked body in all his glory. He was a masterpiece, his tanned skin mouthwatering. His abs were ripped, and power radiated off of him. My eyes shifted to that lone tattoo on his chest, the cross wrapped in thorns and blood dripping off of it. It suited him. Danger, redemption, and protection… that was him. And I wanted nothing more than to have him, feel him inside me.

I traced my trembling fingers over his tattoo. I wanted him so much, it scared me. With each day, my longing and need for him grew.

He spread my thighs wider, his gaze on my sex. “So wet,” he murmured.

“Only for you.” Admittance escaped before I thought better of it but it pleased him.

The hard, hot heat of his cock pulsed right through me. I lifted my hips off the bed, urging him on. He was the only one that my body responded to, his expert touch unravelled me and put me back together.

“I’ll kill anyone that touches you.” Fuck, why did that make me even hotter?

His hand grabbed the nape of my neck in a rough move, pressing his starving mouth on mine. His kiss was like a stormy sea, threatening to swallow me whole, and I was his willing victim. My lips eagerly opened for him, his tongue conquering what was already his. Both of our breathing was heavy; our touch hungry.

We kissed ferociously, my tongue rolled over his, then nipped at his bottom lip. I felt his groan thunder through his chest and straight between my thighs. His hard cock poised at my entrance, and the pulse between my thighs intensified.

“Take me,” I begged. My words quivered through the air. I wanted him inside me, the ache between my legs unbearable.

I heard his hiss of breath. “I don’t want to be too rough.” My eyes snapped to him. He had never been too rough. “You are breaking my restraints.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant. I just knew that I wanted him. No, I needed him. “Then be rough. You won’t hurt me.” His eyes burned, threatening to set me ablaze.

He was poised to lunge inside me. He waited, the tension stretched between us.

“Take me hard,” I whispered, his piercing eyes drilling into me. I arched up, encouraging him forward and his control snapped.

In one swift move, he entered me, driving deep, filling me to the brink and the flames licked both of our bodies. My nails dug into his butt, urging him on. He held nothing back. He took my body rough, each stroke harder than the last, diving deeper and harder. Words fumbled from my lips in a moan, my raw need reflecting his.

“Fucking mine,” he growled, pounding into me. He pushed in hard and pulled out, satisfying my every need. Nothing mattered right now but this sensation we were chasing together.

“Yes. Yes.” I was his, there was no sense in denying it.

His voice was rough in my ear. “I will kill and burn this world for you, amore.”

His fingers dug into my flesh on my hips, his control gone. His hips worked like pistons, punishing me and rewarding me at the same time. Each thrust drove deeper into me. Slick hot skin on skin, the pain and pleasure mixed in the most delightful way. My moans became louder, as he rode me hard and fast. I never wanted it to end but feared I’d lose consciousness as my ears buzzed with intense pleasure.

My hands held on to him, his tensed back muscles under my palms as he ground and pounded relentlessly into me, feeling him deep inside of me, making stars swirl behind my eyelids.

He pressed his mouth onto mine, swallowing my screams of pleasure. I was lost, everything forgotten except this powerful man who fucked me with unrelenting strength, grunting and wild.

I strained to take more of him, but he made me take every single solid inch of him. He had never fucked me so ruthlessly. It was too much yet not enough. I cried out his name each time his cock slammed into me with a brutal force. He rammed faster into me. As he fucked harder, I swore he grew thicker inside me.

“Mine,” he bit my lower lip, staking claim, his thrusting never slowing down.

I gasped, aching; my pussy squeezing him for all he could give me. “Yes, yours.”

He was stretching me, pushing my body to the highest peaks.