Page 51 of Mafia Star

“Did you sleep well, piccolina?”

“Like the dead. I don’t remember the last time I slept so deeply. I seem to have had the comfiest pillow.”

“Same. I slept better than I have in years. Having you curled up beside me was perfect.”

I sense he wants to say more, but he holds back. Dare I test the waters?

“I hope I keep sleeping that well.”

The hand stroking my back cups my ass.

“You will because I’m going to be your pillow for a long time to come.”

I gaze up at him, and I can’t believe how happy and satisfied that makes me. I push up onto an elbow and give him a quick peck. But he cups the back of my head and pulls me in for something far more. The hand on my ass moves to replace the one cradling my head. His now free hand dives between my legs, inching inside me.

“This is how we’re going to start our days, little one. I’m going to make you come by fucking you hard enough that each step you take reminds you I belong inside you.”

When I know I’m wet enough for him to slide into me, I move to straddle him. I know he lets me since he could easily position me however he wants. I drop onto his cock, and we both groan. That moment. That feeling of him entering me. Fucking divine. His hands on my hips control how I move. He sets a pace I’m not sure I can keep up with as he thrusts into me over and over. I have to lean forward and press into his chest to hold on. His hand rains down a ringing slap on my ass.

It spurs me on. This is purely for our pleasure, and I love it. He does it again, this one louder and harder. I Kegel. He tries to lift me, but I clench my pussy and press my knees into the mattress. He can still do as he wants with my body since he’s stronger. But he knows the game I want to play. He pinches my nipple until I scream. His smile pure sex appeal. I fight his pace now, slowing my body as best I can. Before I know it, he surges up, wraps his arm around my waist, and flips us. He uses his free hand to push up and brace himself. The hand that was around my waist is now around my throat.

“If you don’t want this, safe word.”

I shake my head since his hold is still light.

“More, Daddy.”

He growls. Fucking growls. His grip tightens until it makes it hard to breathe. He’s slapping his hips into mine. I am going to be sore. He’s moving just how he knows I love it. Rubbing my clit just how I need it.

“Hands over your head, piccolina. Try to take control again, and I’ll pull out and come on your tits. I won’t let you come until tomorrow.”

My hands fly up to grab hold of the top of the mattress. I’m not just lying there taking it, but his hold on my throat is decreasing the air getting to my lungs, making my body harder to move. I’m almost tempted to safe word or snap. I know he’d understand that too. But my orgasm crashes over me, and I scream. At first, it’s silent, but the moment he releases me, my voice fills the room.

He rears back and grabs my hips. He fucks like a porn star the way he pistons his cock in and out of me. It’s rough, and I marvel at how fast he can move. I practically salivate as I watch his six-pack flex into an eight— maybe even ten —pack. Is that possible? All I know is that every muscle between his shoulders and his hips strain. My legs are now bent, and my knees are against the chiseled grooves in his ass. Fucking hell. It’s like fucking marble. I love his ass. I love all of his body. The sight and the feel push me close to the edge again.

“May I come, Daddy? Please?”

“Yes, cuore. Come because I can’t hold on.”

“Don’t. Fuck me harder and come in me.”

My wish seems to be his command. He loses as much control as he’ll allow himself, and I’m gone. I can’t keep my eyes open for a moment, but I don’t want to miss it. I don’t want to miss his expression when he shoots his cum into me. Me. Only me. Fucking territorial much? Yes.

He collapses forward but still careful how much weight he drops onto me. He rolls us again, and I curl my legs up as we kiss, his arms going in opposite directions across my back. He clings to me, but I can’t imagine going anywhere, even if the roof were on fire.

As my mind settles, I realize this was something different for me. I thought we were fucking. If anyone watched us, they’d think so too. But it felt different. It was rough, and it was hard, but we filled it with emotions that make me realize I just made love to him. That’s something I will not be sharing aloud.

“Beth, what are you doing to me?”

I don’t know how to answer that. I want to say, “making you fall in love with me.” But that doesn’t feel right.

“Besides making my heart practically beat out of my chest, I’ve never felt that way before. Cuore, I said I wanted to be rough enough to make you sore. But did I hurt you? Was it too much? I couldn’t stop myself. No. Not true. I could have the moment you safe worded or if you’d snapped. I didn’t want to. I wanted to give you all of me. What are you doing to me?

He asks the same question twice. Maybe he does want an answer.

“Whatever it is, you’re doing the same to me. And you didn’t hurt me at all. It’s never been like that before. I’ve never?—”

I don’t know what to say. This need. This connection. It’s scaring me. It’s too much, too soon. The bliss is dissolving fast, and it’s freaking me out. It’s too intense for someone I barely know. I can’t do this.

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