Page 27 of Protected By the Mafia

Felicity squirmed, letting her hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders as she kissed him back. She could feel him growing hard beneath her and she cursed the pants she’d chosen to wear that day.

He broke the kiss, squeezed her hips, and said, “You didn’t answer the question, baby.”

Felicity blinked at him, her head spinning. It took her a full ten seconds to remember the question he’d asked, and then her whole face burned with embarrassment. “It’s really nothing,” she said before she could think better of it.

Cristiano removed a hand from her skin to swat at her butt. “Don’t hide things from me, Felicity.”

She sucked in a breath, shifted her weight a little, and located her phone half pinned to the couch beneath her leg. She showed him the background he’d set for her, as a reminder, and said, “I wanted to reciprocate for you, and give you a sexy picture of me you could use … but I hated everything I tried.”

“Show me.”

Her body clenched with something that felt like anticipation and Felicity opened the gallery app, which held the pictures she hadn’t actually deleted yet. Slowly, she swiped through her handful of attempts, preferring to watch the way his eyes darkened and his pupils dilated as he took in each one. He didn’t say a word, and when she was done, she set the phone aside, feeling insecure.

Cristiano let his gaze follow the movement of the phone for a moment, then returned his attention to her. “You want me to have a sexy picture of you when I’m out, to remember how fucking lucky I am?”

Her heart thundered in her ears. “I certainly don’t want you to forget.”

He growled and stood, setting her on her feet and moving one hand to her wrist. He guided her around to the back of the sofa and said, “Bend over.”

Heat rushed to her face again, but Felicity complied and braced her forearms along the top of the sofa. She felt his hands at her hips, fingers stretching and flexing, and then he reached around for the snap on her pants.

Cristiano leaned over her as his hands worked, his deep voice low and husky as he asked, “You remember our agreement?”

Felicity licked her lips, memories of words and heavy touches and her first taste of his sex running through her mind. “Yes.” As far as she was concerned, her body already belonged to him.

He chuckled, his hands slipping between her legs and teasing her aching center. But his touch didn’t linger, and then he was sliding her pants down her legs, off one and then off the other. He left her panties in place as his hands returned to her skin, gliding up her legs again. He stroked up, over her butt, and pushed her shirt high but made no attempt to remove it outright. “Widen your legs.”

Felicity shuffled her legs apart. The position should have been embarrassing, but he groaned low in his throat and ground against her and she couldn’t feel anything other than excitement.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” she said. She didn’t know why she was already breathless.

“I better check for myself.” Cristiano slid his fingers underneath her panties, into her folds, and she couldn’t stop her moan. He leaned over her again, murmuring in her ear. “That’s my good girl. All nice and soaked for me.” He slipped two fingers past her entrance and she jolted with a small, sudden bolt of pleasure. “Definitely ready.”

Felicity moaned again, her head dropping to the tops of the couch cushions. “I am,” she gasped. “I’m ready. Cristiano, please.”

He withdrew his fingers, pulled her panties to the side, and she felt his cock slide through her folds. With one hand on her hip, he pressed inside her, moving at a steady pace until he was buried in her core. He gripped her skin harder, a deep, satisfied groan vibrating from him.

It was all she could do not to cry out.

Cristiano held his hand in front of her face, his index and middle fingers glistening. “Clean me while I fuck you.”

Felicity opened her mouth, whimpering a little when he simultaneously began pumping in and out of her. Before she could reach for his hand, he stuck both fingers into her mouth. She was full of him on both ends, yet it was her own taste dominating her tongue. It was so much more erotic than she’d once imagined. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the way his skin felt beneath her tongue and the delicious pleasure building deep inside as he moved against her.

When she was done licking her essence off of him, she opened her mouth again and released his fingers with an unintended wet pop!

Cristiano groaned and bent over her, switching the hand at her hip in order twist one in her hair and find her lips in an awkward, messy, sexy-as-hell kiss. The shift in angle drove him deeper, somehow, and they moaned into each other’s mouths. The kiss broke too soon and he said roughly, “Keep your face forward now until I say otherwise.”

Confusion flickered through her, but Felicity aimed her gaze forward once more. His rhythm didn’t falter, neither did his grip on her hair, and she didn’t know how much longer she would last. His hand left her hip and she heard him mutter a curse under his breath.

His hips slammed a bit harder into hers, driving his cock deeper, and his grip on her hair tightened just enough to force her head up. The combination arched her back and she cried out, her belly fluttering as she teetered on the brink of release. His next murmur washed over her like another caress. “Fuck.”

Felicity clutched at the couch, breathing hard as dots of white began popping behind her eyes. Her toes were barely balanced on the floor from the force of his thrusts and she was fairly certain those were her moans filling the air.

The hand he’d removed from her hip returned to her skin and snaked around, fingers going straight for her clit. His grip on her hair eased a fraction and his lips pressed against her shoulder. “Let me see your beautiful face when you come, baby.”

She glanced over her shoulder, he sank inside her, and his fingers rolled against her clit. It was too much. She barely made eye-contact with him before her body burst, her every sense consumed with pleasure. This time, though, she noticed the way he growled into her skin and shuddered over her seconds later. She noticed the sensation of something hot pouring into her.

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