Page 3 of The Mafia's Surprise Gift

My body was burning up. My heart was racing so fast that I couldn’t hear any of my thoughts. There was only desperation and the sweet, slightly tickly sensation of Rocco kissing a path down my body toward where my core throbbed painfully with need. He kissed over my breasts, pulled the cups of my bra down and swirled his tongue around my stiff pink nipples. Rocco sucked a mouthful of my breast into his mouth, then he bit down firmly until I yelped as the dull pain sent an unexpected stab of arousal down south. He released me and dragged his tongue over the bite, then kissed down my abdomen. Past my navel to my pelvis, he licked the long line of where the lace of my panties met the soft skin of my lower belly, then he pulled them free.

Rocco buried between my legs like a man possessed, and I arched upward with a scream that I quickly muffled by throwing both my hands over my mouth.

He’d formed his tongue into a stiff point and was weaving patterns of magic over my clit, around my folds, and through my core. Between flat, hungry licks of his tongue and sucking kisses over every inch of my pussy, I was in heaven. I couldn’t keep up with the influx of pleasure, and within the space of three breaths, I came hard with a muted cry.

Rocco buried his face deep against my pussy and thrust his tongue inside me as I came. I could feel him licking inside me, tasting my juices as my orgasm poured through me, and it was insanely erotic. Then he was gone, and for half a second, I was alone and cold on the bed while my mind struggled to catch up with the rush of pleasure.

Then Rocco was back over me, kissing me fiercely, and I wound my arms around his neck, scratching once more at his shoulders.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped between our desperate kisses. “That was… holy fuck.”

Rocco smirked. “Ready for round two?”

I nodded. Then his tongue slid past my lips, and his cock slid deep into my pussy with one stroke. I lifted my legs around his waist and locked my ankles at the small of his back, moaning as his length filled me to the brim. The stretch to accommodate his thickness pulled a groan from my throat, and my pussy ached, throbbing in time to my rapid heartbeat.

Then Rocco started to fuck me, and nothing else mattered. The strength in his hips was unlike anything I’d experienced before. He was strong and powerful, with deep thrusts that sent his cock so deep I was sure I could feel it just beneath my ribs. Skin slapped against skin, his heavy balls slapped against my ass, and his grip around my waist became a tight anchor. While he started slow, his thrusts quickly grew in speed and force. Each slam shoved air from my lungs and moans from my lips. It became a challenge to keep kisses as he pounded into me like a man possessed, and I never wanted him to stop.

I wanted to stay like this, forever connected with Rocco deep inside me, where he belonged.

Suddenly, I was upright as he changed our positions and held me in his lap. Just as I tried to work out how to ride him, I noticed he was on his knees and he still held me, still fucked into me with tantalizing power.

“Fuck,” I whimpered as desire swept through my body like an electric charge. My pussy, already sensitive from my orgasm, was clenching hard around his cock, and Rocco’s moans were rough and deep.

“It’s like you’re sucking me in,” he groaned, biting sharply at my lower lip. One of his hands slid into my carefully styled hair—all the curls and clips had been fucked loose by now—and he grabbed a handful, then dragged my head back so he could kiss and bite at my throat. Biting, open-mouthed kisses dotted my throat as he continued to pound into my, drawing us closer and closer to climax.

Then I was back on the bed, flat on my back, and he thrust a hand between our sweat-slicked bodies. His deft fingers found my clit. He stroked and rubbed, teasing me as he fucked into me, and I dug my nails as hard as I could into his shoulders. Rocco hissed out a groan of desire and bit hard into my shoulder, which made me claw harder at his shoulders.

Then, in an explosion of moans and dancing colors before my screwed-up eyes, we came together in the same moment. My orgasm rocked through me like an explosion with no warning, and I screamed out loud, only for it to be swallowed by Rocco kissing me hungrily as his thrusts slowed. Heat rushed through my core as he flooded me with his cum, and he held me close as if we were one.

We fucked three more times that night, unable to keep our hands off one another, and then we fell asleep, in a stranger’s bed, in a mess of tangled-up limbs.

Never had I had a more blissful sleep.

“Come on, wake the fuck up!” A snapping voice drew me from my slumber the next morning, and I groaned, throwing one arm over my eyes.

“Huh?”

“Wake up!” Someone prodded my shoulder, and I lowered my arm. Then I peered blearily up at a face I didn’t recognize.

Immediately, my hand shot to the covers to ensure my body was covered, and as the familiar ache of a hangover stabbed through my temples, the strange man above me shook my shoulder once more.

“Come on, my parents will be back in an hour. Everyone needs to leave!”

“Alright!” I shoved his hand away. “Alright, sorry.”

He rolled his eyes at me and stomped out of the room. Laughing to myself as last night slowly came back to me, I puffed out my cheeks.

“I guess we know whose house it is now.” I chuckled, rolling over to Rocco.

Only Rocco wasn’t there.

The side of the bed where he had been curled, where his warmth had soothed me into the best sleep of my life, was empty. Rocco was gone.

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Seven Years Later…

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