Page 47 of Married to the Mafia

Mikey rolled his hips at a slightly altered angle as he thrust into her again, his cock sliding against new, aching pleasure points deep inside her. He obviously noticed the way she shook and arched, because he did it again.

“S-sir, more, please!” Tears leaked from her eyes as she strained to keep up with him, her body burning and singing all at once.

Mikey leaned over her, his breath hot against her skin. “Such a good girl, letting me know how much you enjoy yourself on my cock.” The tension in her arms slackened. She felt his fingers dig into her hair. “You’ve got such a greedy little pussy. It’s already clamping down on me again.” He sucked briefly on the skin beneath her jaw. “Should I give you what you want? Are you ready for me to fill that greedy pussy?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her body rolling to meet his thrusts. She couldn’t remember ever having burned so hot. Her body felt as though she might implode, simply fall apart at the seams, if he didn’t bring her over again.

Mikey growled into the groove of her throat and his strokes deepened as he shifted his weight to the other arm. “Say that again,” he instructed, his lips a hair’s breadth from her skin. He moved his free hand between them and laid two fingers over her clit, letting the motion of their bodies do most of the work.

Her breath caught in her throat for a precious second. “Y-yes!”

“Louder.” He twisted his fingers in the opposite direction, intensifying the pleasure. “Fucking scream it, kitten.” His cock hit the perfect spot as his gruff tone vibrated down her ears, and Brandi let go.

She barely felt the scream as her body jolted, the explosion she’d felt building within her bursting out of her in an almost violently euphoric release. She’d never felt anything more satisfying. It wasn’t until her arms came loose, the release of the ties at her forearms triggering a release of tension in her shoulders, that Brandi even realized Mikey had followed her over the edge that time.

She hadn’t properly caught her breath when he lifted her completely and rolled from the bed without setting her down. “Wh-what—”

Mikey bent down and kissed her, his tongue sweeping leisurely into her mouth and lingering before retreating again. “If we didn’t both have to work tomorrow, or maybe if we didn’t still have a wedding night to look forward to this week, I’d keep you tied to that bed and impaled on my cock until one of us collapsed.”

Even as excitement coursed through her at the prospect, Brandi’s protesting muscles shrieked their appreciation of his current decision. The closest she’d ever come to marathon sex in the past was watching porn. Her own prior experiences were considered positive if she orgasmed on the same night as she went to bed with a partner. So three in one afternoon, even if the first had been a few hours earlier, was a lot for her. Certainly the vast improvement kind, but nonetheless a lot.

Mikey slid her down to her feet in the bathroom and twisted on the shower, all the while keeping one arm around her waist. His gaze burned in the best way when he looked her over again. “That was sexy as fuck, you squirting all over me like that.” His lips lifted in a dangerous smirk as a different heat burned her cheeks. “I look forward to doing that again.”

Brandi gaped at him, scrambling to follow his words. “I— I did what?”

He walked them under the already warmed shower spray and trailed his fingers down, over her hips, dipping teasingly between her legs. “You squirted. You know what that is, don’t you?”

“Of course I know what it is.” Brandi latched onto his arm just to keep herself upright, the truth whispering out of her. “I’ve just never done it before.” Holy crap… That had to have been why that last orgasm had felt so much better. So much hotter. But she wasn’t stupid, either. That meant she’d made a very literal mess, too.

Mikey tugged her close, folding his arms around her as the water sluiced over their bodies. “Relax, kitten. It’s a good thing.” He slid one hand up, making her realize that he’d already freed her hair from the hair tie she’d had it in. “It’s a fucking beautiful thing. I was dead serious about doing it again.”

She swallowed her startled reflex and finally let her fingers stretch over his skin. “But it’s … messy.”

He lowered his lips to her ear. “Some messes are worth it.”

Brandi floated through the rest of their cleanup, from his tender touch to the soft kiss he placed on the side of her neck and even the way he tucked her into one of his shirts once they were dry again. Her mind appreciated the sight he made in his low-hung sweatpants, but her body was too sated to work up the appropriate response. He did most of the work making the bed ready for sleep, designating her to wind up and put away the silk bindings. She suspected he wanted her to get used to them, to touch them and see them, and maybe to see that he had a few other interesting options in the hidden panel he’d indicated.

Sunday night was the first night she spent in Mikey’s bed. His scent surrounded her as she drifted to sleep. His arms were folded around her when she pried her eyes open the next morning.

Silence settled back into the room in the wake of the blaring alarm. Mikey didn’t take his stare off her, his eyes burning with a familiar heat. “Good morning,” he murmured. His voice was thick with fading sleep and something she wasn’t nearly too tired to think about.

Brandi smiled and tried to ignore the way her heart flipped. “Good morning.”

Mikey slid one hand beneath the hem of her shirt, anchoring it over her butt, and used the angle of his arm to hold her close as his other hand reached for hers. “Might have to start waking up earlier so I can eat before we go down for breakfast.”

She heard herself giggle as if she were detached from her own body. It was surreal.

Before she could actually respond, Mikey lifted her arm and stroked his thumb gently across her skin. “Let me look at your arms before we get up.” He gave her butt a squeeze before releasing it to bring both her arms between them to see properly.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, watching him gingerly run his fingers across her skin.

“No,” he said after a moment. His gaze returned to hers and he leaned in, stealing a kiss and hauling them both upright. “I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t tied you too tight last night.”

The breath shuddered from her. All Brandi could do was follow his lead to begin getting ready for the day, her heart already racing too wildly. This wasn’t what she’d expected. When she had agreed to marry him, she had genuinely thought they would feel more like roommates for a year, that she might have to make a concentrated effort to remember to sign her new name and she’d probably be disheartened to have to go back to the old one when it was done. Above all, she’d taken the dissolution of the marriage as a foregone conclusion. It would be a strange, ultimately brief, adventure from which she may emerge a little safer.

All of those certainties were flashing neon question marks in her mind now.

It didn’t feel like she was on the verge of a paper marriage. It didn’t feel like she was gaining a roommate. It felt like she had done a swan dive into a brand new, full-throttle relationship. Part of her was afraid to stay in the water, afraid to risk getting her heart broken, yet at the same time the sensation of leaning back and letting the water have its way with her was unspeakably freeing.

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