Page 62 of Mafia Don's Secret Baby

His fingers tightened on my hand as his other hand moved up my center, grazing the apex of my thighs in a way that had me bucking in need.

“Easy,” he rasped against my lips.

I shook my head quickly. “I don’t want it easy, Matteo. I don’t want you to hold back. Not with me.”

I’d never heard my voice sound so seductive.

Matteo didn’t pause for even a moment as his lips moved to my jaw, then down to my neck. He broke his touch just long enough to pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside.

When he saw I didn’t have a bra on, he moved even more quickly.

He pulled his pants down with one hand, his erect length bulging free from the fabric. His hand moved back up my body as he slid his cock between my thighs and ground it into my sensitive skin there. I bucked into him as his hand moved up my body, fingers flicking at each nipple. He continued moving upward while ravishing my ear, and I spasmed as his incessant grinding caused a ball of need to grow within me.

His hand stopped at the base of my throat as his mouth bit and sucked.

“Matteo,” I moaned.

His name on my lips had his hand tightening on both my wrist and neck, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. The pleasure that had been building between my thighs exploded, and I cried out, wrapping both legs around his waist and thrusting upward.

“Keep quiet, Lili,” he growled. “Unless you want people to know what we’re doing in here.”

He managed to keep himself from plunging into me as he continued grinding. Stars danced in my vision as he stared down at me, his jaw set. I glanced toward the glass windows and watched as people walked around the main lobby area. It felt like they could see me. Like they could see what we were doing.

Arousal cascaded through me as I continued watching. Doing this out in the open should have felt inappropriate, but I couldn’t help but moan louder.

“Do you like this, Lilianna?” he asked, using his thumb to gently stroke my cheek. “Do you like to imagine people watching us? Do you want them to see all the things I’m doing to your body?”

“Yes,” I whimpered as the tendrils of ecstasy continued wrapping around every inch of my consciousness. “I want you to fuck me, Matteo. I want them to hear us.”

“What filthy words for a beautiful mouth,” he chastised, moving a hand back to my breast and rolling a nipple between his fingers. I arched into his touch, jerking as the overstimulation of my orgasm debilitated me. “There’s no rush.”

I threw my head back, breaking free from his grip on my wrist and wrapping my arms around him. “Let me suck you off,” I begged him.

I watched as his shoulders stiffened at my words, his jaw ticking. He released me and stepped back. I felt cold from the loss of contact, but my body still burned from the inside out. The molten core between my legs hadn’t yet been fully satiated. I may have come for him, but I still needed the fullness of him. I needed more, and I knew exactly how to get it.

I dropped to my knees before him. Matteo reached behind him and grabbed one of the office chairs, falling back into it. His legs fell open as he rested his forearms on the armrests and looked down at me with a smirk. If the people in the lobby could see in here, would they notice the impressive length of him, or they might have focused on the way I licked my lips, salivating at the thought of what I was about to do.

“Take off your shirt,” I demanded as I nestled my body between his knees.

He lifted the hem of his shirt, and I took my opportunity to suck him as deeply into my throat as I could take him.

I knew he was large, but feeling his fullness between my lips sent a jolt of need through me. I hummed through my arousal, wrapping my hand around the base of him and moving in tandem with my mouth.

“Fuck,” he snarled as his shirt dropped beside us. He shuddered beneath me as he grabbed my hair and guided himself deeper into my throat.

The taste of him sent prickles through my entire body as I imagined where else he could put his cock. As he began thrusting wildly into my mouth, I quickened my pace, pulling back only when his tangled grip on my hair was bordering on painful.

I licked my lips, enjoying the taste of him.

“Are you ready to fuck me yet, Matteo?” I asked, standing in one fluid motion.

All semblance of control left him. His eyes had gone black with lust, and he didn’t hesitate before standing from his seat. The chair slammed into the wall behind him as he turned me and pushed me over the conference table. His hand pressed tightly into my lower back, the other pulling my head back with a fistful of hair.

I gasped at the bite of his tug, but his mouth quickly closed over my neck again, leaving scorching kisses down it and across my shoulders.

“Fuck, I’ve thought about this for too long.”

In one swift motion, he thrust himself into me. I shouted in both surprise and discomfort as he stretched me in a way my body hadn’t grown used to. He didn’t hesitate to thrust again, this time hitting something deep inside of me that sent a subtle tinge of pleasure through me.

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