Page 42 of The Mafia's Surprise Gift

“Fuck,” I gasped, completely lost in the moment. The way he pinned my hands above my head and kept my hips pressed to the table by his own forced my torso up into an arch. He used that to his advantage and kissed down my throat. His teeth grazed over my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, then his tongue dipped into the hollow at my throat, down to where my dress clung to my small breasts. His tongue left a damp path across my skin. Then his teeth snagged the front of my dress, and his hand slid up to grope and squeeze my breast. Pleasure shot through me, and as he pulled my dress down, exposing my bare breasts, my nipples hardened immediately.

“That’s my girl,” Rocco groaned out in a voice so raspy that it almost didn’t sound like his own. I glanced down at him, then I threw my head back against the table as he took a nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the nub. Just as pleasure jolted through me, he sank his teeth into my flesh and mingled a flash of unexpected pain. My core clenched, causing my thighs to tighten around his hips of their own accord.

“Fucking—ow!” I gasped out, pushing against the restraint he had on my wrists.

Rocco bit down hard on my nipple, then he pulled back and kept griping until the elasticity of my body forced my flesh to slip from his teeth. Then he kissed me again, and I quickly got my revenge by sinking my teeth hard into his lower lip. He yelped in pain, another sound that sent a sharp, sweeping rush of arousal through my body.

“Just as feisty as I remembered,” Rocco growled as he pulled back. His hips rolled hard into mine, and the thick ridge of his hardness was immediately at the forefront of my mind.

“You’re just as demanding as I remember,” I gasped. He kissed me hard, tightened his grip around my wrist, and then slid his hand under my dress.

That was when everything paused.

Rocco leaned up, and a sudden rush of nerves tightened in my gut as his fingers traced the edge of my Spanx. There was a flicker of confusion across his brow.

Had I ruined it? Had I ruined it because I needed extra help to look this good in a dress?

“Spanx?” Rocco asked after a moment.

I panted up at him, my cheeks flaring red hot. “I had a baby, remember?” I said sharply. “Nothing is the same.”

“Mae…” Rocco suddenly leaned back down and claimed my lips once more, only this kiss was a tad gentler than the others. “You shouldn’t hide yourself away like this.”

“Easy for you to say,” I snapped when the kiss broke. “Have you any idea what sags after pregnancy? My tits aren’t the?—”

“Your tits are fucking perfect.” To emphasize his point, Rocco’s mouth landed on my breasts once more and he sucked hard on one nipple. The surge of pleasure forced me to arch further off the table, and I cried out. Both of Rocco’s hands moved to my Spanx, and in an erotic show of strength, he pulled them off in one smooth move.

My thighs and lower stomach flared hot from the sudden rough removal, but I didn’t have a chance to be irritated because Rocco pushed my dress up to my waist and kissed along each stretch mark that decorated my belly.

I almost wanted to push him off. Unresolved pain about how ugly I felt with those marks flooded my chest like static, and I almost gave in until Rocco dipped between my thighs and pressed his mouth firmly against my soaked pussy.

All thoughts fled my mind as his tongue pressed flat against my core and licked through my folds. I collapsed back onto the table with a loud moan, forgetting everything and anything that wasn’t his talented mouth.

He was so much better than my toy.

“Holy shit!”

My entire body was on fire. My chest was tight, my heart pounded down in my core, and sweat gleamed across my skin while I sank my fingers into Rocco’s hair and held on. His tongue and lips didn’t stop. Between the desperate, fast flicks of his tongue, the flat licks and sucking of my clit, combined with the tantalizing rough strokes of his beard against my thighs, I was hopeless. My orgasm was clawing at my insides, desperate for release as if I hadn’t come in years.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, arching my torso off the table and anchoring myself with one hand in the tablecloth. “Holy shit. Holy shit!”

Rocco wound both hands around my thighs and gripped me tightly as if he couldn’t get enough of me, as if the very notion of being parted from my pussy was something he couldn’t stand. His tongue dipped inside me, he sucked over my clit, and when he turned his tongue into a point and rapidly flicked it over my clit, I was gone.

My climax exploded through me like a rocket, and I convulsed onto the table with a scream. Every nerve lit up like I’d been dipped in lava, and my muscles tightened so fiercely that I couldn’t breathe through the first rapid clenches of my pussy.

That was the most intense orgasm I’d had in years.

And Rocco wasn’t finished.

Just as I collapsed, panting, back onto the table, he was over me with a hungry look in his eyes. Then one hand slid around my throat and gripped lightly, causing my eyes to widen. Each rapid breath I needed felt like a sudden gift as the light pressure of his palm served as a reminder that he could end that at any moment.

Then, the fat, soft head of his swollen cock dragged through my tingling pussy.

“I’m going to fuck you, Mae,” Rocco said, and his voice was so deep it was more like a vibration than anything else. The gold lights above created an almost halo-like glow around his head, and his beard glistened with my juices.

“Do it,” I begged. “Fuck me like you own me!”

Rocco’s cock plunged hard into my pussy with one powerful move. I jerked upward with a scream, and there was a flash of pain through my core from being stretched so wide so quickly.

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