Page 19 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

“Nevio.” I say, a whisper of a breath.

I gasp as he pulls my legs apart and his hand wraps around my throat from behind. He lifts my face and his lips trace over the side of my neck, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin. I spread my legs wide.

I don’t want this.

I desperately want this.

His hand is between my legs, his fingers brushing over my pussy, and electric bolts are shooting through me.

He dips his fingers inside me, and I push against him, trying to drag him deeper into me.

“Stop.” I whisper again, but it’s useless.

“No.” He growls against my ear as his finger slips out of me and I cry out in horror, wanting the feeling back.

But then his cock presses against my pussy and I can’t think.

I can’t think about anything.

I can only feel.

He slowly thrusts forward. Pushing himself inside me.

I feel my pussy spread wider than it’s ever before.

Pain shoots through me and I whimper softly.

“Does it hurt, baby girl?” He asks, but he doesn’t wait for my answer. He keeps sliding his massive cock into me.

I can’t answer, anyway.

Pain is turning to pleasure, and the pleasure is almost unbearable.

I lift my ass towards him, wanting more. Wanting everything.

He pushes his cock all the way into me, buried inside me. He stops moving, letting me adjust, letting my pussy relax. I can feel his cock twitching and throbbing.

“I’m OK,” I whisper and he growls low and deep, an intense sound of need that rumbles against my back. He fucks me, slowly, moving in and out of me rhythmically. He reaches his hand around the front of my body and cups his fingers around my pussy as his cock penetrates me, he moves his fingers in circles over my clit.

He is fucking me harder and faster.

Pushing deeper, thrusting forward repeatedly.

The sensation is more than I can bear, and I am moaning and rocking myself against his hand.

His breath is hot against my neck when my legs shake uncontrollably.

I feel so overwhelmed by physical sensation and emotion that I scream when the orgasm washes over me in waves after wave as his cock continues to thrust inside me.

My pussy clamps over him and I hear him moan - then his cock grows even bigger and I feel him exploding inside me.

When it’s over, he rolls off me, pulling me along with him so that I stay wrapped in his arms.

He whispers into my ear. “You are made of the same things angels are made from.”

I want to be angry. I want to push him away, but I’m too tired.

I close my eyes and drift off to sleep in his arms, feeling safe and warm and like I am the most beautiful girl in the world in his eyes.

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