Page 15 of Protected By the Mafia

Cristiano lifted his head and his gaze, but did not remove his hand. He licked his lips. “You’re as delicious as you are beautiful, baby.” He pushed a third finger inside her, making her squirm again. “Just gotta stretch you out a little so you can take my cock.” He was talking to her like the lower half of his face wasn’t shiny with her orgasmic juices, and it should have been gross, but all Felicity wanted was more.

She’d never been more ready. “Pants,” she gasped. “Please don’t pop my cherry with your pants on.”

He grinned wide and leaned forward, bringing himself almost even with her. “Kiss me, and taste yourself, and then I’ll take off my pants.”

Felicity grabbed hold of his face and pressed her lips to his, sweeping her tongue into his mouth with a moan she ought to have been ashamed of. She immediately tasted the difference from their earlier kiss and that thing in her belly fluttered to life again. It also made her want to taste him, and kiss him after, too.

Cristiano groaned and pulled away. “My good girl’s got a naughty side.” He withdrew his fingers, now thoroughly coated in her essence, and plunged his hand into his own pants.

Her eyes flew wide. It wasn’t hard to see his hand moving behind the denim.

There was a heady strain in his voice when he said, “Can’t waste it.” Then he set to work stepping out of his pants altogether, and as his erection sprang free, she understood. He’d been wiping the juices gathered on his fingers off … on his dick.

Cristiano moved closer again and scooped her up, sliding her further back on the mattress. Giving himself enough room to join her as he resettled between her knees. He bent his head and started kissing her neck, licking and sucking up to her jawline. “I changed my mind about the condom,” he murmured. “I’ll pull out this time, and cover your tits in my cum. But I need to feel every fucking inch of you, baby. Do you trust me?”

Felicity curled her arms around his sides, holding him as close to her as she could. “Yes. Fuck, just grab me a Plan B if you have to while you’re out. Please, don’t leave me aching like this.” She couldn’t describe the empty, pulsing feeling at her core. She never even felt this worked up when she succumbed to her own temptation and took care of things herself. It made absolutely no sense to feel so lusty, so needy, on the heels of that amazing orgasm he’d just given her.

He vibrated in a way that might have been a chuckle, or approval, and his teeth closed briefly over her clavicle. Then he pushed to his knees and spread her legs wide. “Watch,” he said.

Her gaze was already riveted to the thick, veiny cock hovering so close to her heat she could practically feel it. So she saw as he took it in hand, stroked it once, rubbed his thumb across the tip, and canted his hips to settle into position. She kept watching, her breathing wobbly as anticipation built in her chest, as she felt him notch himself at her entrance.

“Relax, baby,” Cristiano said. “I won’t lie and say it won’t hurt for a minute. But I’m here with you. I’ll take care of you.”

She settled her breathing, her eyes drinking in the way his abdomen and thighs flexed above her, and let herself reach out to hold onto the arm he was using to brace his own weight. He slid inside, moving slow enough that she felt when he hit her body’s resistance, and then he bent over her and sealed his mouth to hers as he pushed through. Sharp pain jolted her, but he held her in place, and suddenly she was full of him. His weight was above her, anchoring her, his thick cock was seated deep inside her, and their hands were joined over her head. She didn’t even remember that happening.

Cristiano eased from the kiss, licking her lips, and stared into her eyes. “Tell me I can move, baby. As soon as you let me move, it’ll feel better.”

Felicity exhaled, wiggled her toes, and then her hips. They both groaned. “Please, Cristiano…”

He growled low and started rocking his hips, slowly working his length out of her for longer, deeper strokes. He pulled his hand from hers, tangled it in her hair, and took hold of her hip with the other as he kissed her again. This kiss was rougher, wetter, and by the time it broke he was thrusting his full length into her pussy. “Mine,” he panted against her skin as he kissed along her jaw. “Every. Fucking. Inch.” He nibbled on her earlobe and palmed her breast. “Mine.”

Felicity couldn’t speak as he laid claim to her. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost crushing, and yet she couldn’t get enough. She never wanted it to end, and yet as she felt herself racing toward the precipice, she was eager to reach it. Eager to soar above it in Cristiano’s arms. He was everywhere. His lips, his touch, his voice—it was as if he were consuming her. And she loved it.

Cristiano tugged on her hair, only enough to send pinpricks of pain into her scalp and draw her focus. “Need you to come, baby. I need to feel you come on my dick.”

She reached out and found purchase in his arms, holding on as the thing in her belly threatened to burst. He sank inside her again and it was like she was wrenched inside-out, her world set on fire and bursting apart all at once. She screamed his name as the searing bliss melted into a warm, comfy, frighteningly relaxed feeling.

Only when she sucked in a breath did she realize she was crying.

“Felicity?” Cristiano pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, his thumb wiping at the other. “Was I too rough, baby? What’s wrong?”

She blinked, clearing her vision, and found him above her again. Her body was still warm and tingly and she could feel him, as if he were resting inside her, but he wasn’t moving. She found an easy smile. “Sorry, I— I don’t know why I’m crying.” She reached up to wipe at her face, but he batted her hand away. So she reached for his face instead. “I really don’t know why I’m crying,” she said with a sniffle. “That was … so good. Amazing. I’ve never felt so good.” She had to sniffle again, because the tears hadn’t stopped.

Cristiano exhaled and offered her a smile. “You came pretty hard. Just let the endorphins roll through.” He kissed her gently. “You were fucking beautiful, letting yourself fall into your ecstasy like that.”

She blushed, the tears finally ebbing, and her leg curled around the outside of his. “You’re still— Did you … not come?”

He choked on a laugh and wiped another tear from her cheek. “I came, right along with you.” He leaned onto a forearm and lowered his lips to her ear. “I’m just still hard, because I want you bad enough to go again.” He kissed behind her ear. “And again.”

Her heart fluttered and she swallowed. She did want that, but she wasn’t so sure she could immediately resume that intense of an activity.

Cristiano sat up, raking his gaze over her, and eased her leg off his thigh. “But not today. Your body’s gonna need some time to recover. You should take another bath, let your muscles relax.” His eyes locked back onto hers. “Tomorrow, I start testing your limits.”

Felicity licked her lips. That probably shouldn’t have excited her as much as it did. “I’m definitely going to need my pills for that.”

He grinned and slid from her body, pulling her into his arms. “I’ll head out soon and grab some things. Make me a list of what you’d like, I’ll get what I can.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, not in a hurry to move. “Do you have to leave right away?”

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