Page 33 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

She moans as I brush my cock over her spread open pussy.

Wide and waiting for me to slide inside her.

She reaches up and wraps her hands around the back of my neck, pulling me towards her, a silent way of begging me to thrust my cock into her and fuck her.

I lean close to her ear.

“Never leave me again.” I growl against her cheek.

Her eyes are wide.

“If you leave me again, I will have to punish you and I don’t want to punish you, baby girl.”

She whimpers and rocks her hips upwards, pressing her pussy against my cock. The tip of my cock sinks inside her and I growl again, a low, deep rumble of pleasure.

I press deeper, feeling my cock push her pussy open as I glide deeper and deeper.

She lets out a heavy breath against my skin; her nails digging into my shoulders.

I push so deep into her; I feel as though I might rip her apart.

Then I pull out again, slowly.

I pause, waiting. Her pussy throbs over my cock.

I thrust forward and slam inside her.

She screams and grips me tighter.

I fuck her, rhythmic movements that are making her moan and writhe with pleasure.

She feels so fucking good trapped beneath my body like this.

My little girl, my baby, my wife.

She is mine, and I will never let her go.

“You belong to me, Dalila. DO you understand?”

She nods.

“No other man will ever touch you. You are mine.” I growl, a threat and a warning.

The truth.

I will tear anyone who touches her apart. I will pull them to pieces and make them suffer.

She is mine.

Dalila is shaking beneath me, her body shuddering with each thrust into her pussy. My cock can feel how tight her pussy is getting as she nears her orgasm.

I grab her chin and pull her face towards mine.

“Look at me when you come. I want to watch you.”

Her lips part open, and warm air escapes her mouth.

Her breathing is even faster now, her pupils dilated.

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