Page 37 of Mob Princess

He thrusts over and over. I open my eyes because I don’t want to miss any of this. His muscles flex, and I want to touch and lick every part of him. His body is utter perfection. He’s chiseled and lean. His chest is broad but tapers into a perfect V. He has those sexy hip grooves like the ones models have when their pants hang too low. Like arrows to his dick. When I kneeled on his lap a few minutes ago, my thighs pressed against the hollows on the outside of his hips. Really his ass. I want to lower my legs, press my hands into those notches, and hold on.

“Lina, come.”

I stop flexing my hips like I was, making his pubic bone rub against my clit. I barely keep myself from screaming. The last thing we need is hotel security breaking in because they think he’s murdering me rather than fucking me. I claw at the bedding and grab the blankets and sheet. I refuse to get housekeeping while I stay at hotels. I don’t like strangers near my stuff. I don’t totally make the bed each morning like they would, but I straighten up. The nasty—and this is a five-star hotel, so it’s all relative—comforter is pushed down to the foot of the bed.

I move again as the tremors subside. I want to bring him the same pleasure. I raise and drop my hips over and over, but it’s only getting me closer to coming again. He seems to have found his restraint. It spurs me to try even harder to get him to come. I’m moaning and trembling. I’m so close again.

“Cailín, come in five… Four… Three… Two… Now, little one. Fucking come.”

I’ve never come on demand like that before. But it’s fucking hot as fuck to hear his commands. My body reacts with perfect timing.

“Sean!”

He pounds into me harder, barely letting me catch my breath from my second orgasm before he’s pushing me into my third. I pull my legs back, grasping my shins. I open my knees wide, and he leans forward. He kisses me, and I feel him thrust and still. His hips rock in shorter, faster movements. I know he’s coming. He’s the only man who’s ever done that. The only man I’ve ever let risk getting me pregnant. Abstinence is the only guarantee. That’s obviously not happening.

He leans on his forearms as he kisses me. I lower my legs and run my hands over his chest, ribs, and back.

“Little one, that was sublime.”

“I know.” This time, my smile is pure bliss.

He stands up, once again holding me as I cling to him. He pulls back the covers and sits with me on his lap. He’s still inside me.

“Sean—”

I don’t get more than a word out before we hear someone banging on the suite door.

“Nicolina, open the damn door.”

Chapter Seven

Sean

Who the fuck is that?

I watch Lina as a man continues to pound on the door. There’s no fear or embarrassment or shame. It’s pure annoyance. As the guy calls out to her again, it’s anger.

“That’s Justin. He won’t go away. He’s more likely to have hotel security called on him. Let me text him and see if that’ll get him to stop.”

She climbs off the bed, which means climbing off my dick. It’s like all the warmth has leeched from my body. The cool air on my wet cock definitely doesn’t feel great and ruins any chance I might have stayed hard if I’d stayed in her. Though with the load I just shot, I doubt there’s anything left.

She grabs her purse from the dresser where she dropped it as we came through the door. She fishes out her phone and comes back to sit beside me. She does nothing to hide the screen or the message she sends.

Lina

Stop yelling. I’m busy. I’ll text you later.

The knocking stops for a moment, then it starts again. He paused long enough to get his phone unlocked.

Justin

Busy fucking an O’Rourke.

That raises my hackles.

Lina

If I were do you think screaming at me is wise? I said I’m busy.

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