Page 14 of Mafia King's Surprise Baby

“Double-dare you,” she whispers, then winks.

And she had to go and do this! Everyone knows I have a competitive streak a mile wide. My body reacts in the only way it knows how, by proving its point. In my world, this usually takes the form of fists.

With this woman, it takes the shape of a kiss. One I seek, claim, and seize.

My mouth crashes on hers as my hands hold her face, pulling her to me to plunder the depths with my tongue. Bianca offers no resistance, lips parting as soon as my tongue sought entry, returning the kiss as gleefully as I take.

She tastes like ambrosia, warm and sweet and delicious, a potentdrug going straight to my head as it lights liquid fire in my blood.

There’s only her. Just Bianca. Nothing but her.

Her hands are now in my hair, and I need to feel her long locks running through my fingers. I push a hand into her hair, undoing pins roughly so I can tangle in that soft mass, close my fist onto it. Silk has nothing on her tresses. God, how would it feel brushing my naked skin? She’ll be the death of me, this woman.

A moan escapes her as I tug her hair and tilt her head back, exposing the long column of her throat to my lips, my tongue. As much as I want to linger, savor her taste, find where a nip elicits a moan, I have a destination in mind, and I heave a sigh when my face lands between the bountiful globes of her breasts.

She can drive any man crazy with this pliant, heavy flesh.

I need more, so much more.

Clasping her waist, I make us stand up. Lips still worshipping her breasts, I undo the long zipper at her back, unsheathing her from the dress as I go.

No bra.Thank you, God.And her nipples are tight little buds begging to be kissed, to be sucked on.

She’s a tall woman, and in her heels, there’s only a few inches’ difference in our heights. While I’m worshipping her nipples, Bianca makes quick work of undoing my clothes and pushing them off me.

I press my body to hers, fire erupting everywhere we touch, and push her back. She lands on the red silk bedspread on the bridal bed, and I pull back to make sure she’s okay.

She is. And she’s a work of art. A pagan goddess sent to the land of the living to lure men to their destruction. To lure me.

Her waist nips in, her stomach flat. Lush hips flow from her taut belly. A small triangle of lace covers the apex of her thighs, and I have to swallow hard against the desire to taste her.

Fuck it, I can’t resist. She’s too beautiful—she deserves to be worshipped.

I slip my arms under her knees and drag her forward. With her ass on the edge of the bed, I drop to my knees and rip the tiny panties from her before burying my mouth into her pussy.

Bianca arches off the bed at the first flick of my tongue against her clit. I brace my arms under her knees, open her fully for my seeking.

Keening moans pour out of her as I devour her, licking her, sucking on the small, engorged nub begging for its release. I pull her clit between my lips and suck, hard, then bite it softly.

Her orgasm rips through her body then. I can feel the tremors shaking her thighs as she rides and rides that wave.

Letting her go, I climb onto the bed next to her, pulling her up on the soft surface.

“Bianca?” I ask, waiting for her to look at me. “You’re covered?”

I don’t have a condom with me. Too bad I left the box meant for Mattia in the other room.

She nods, biting her lip hard, cheeks flushed, body arching into me already.

It’s all the go-ahead I need to slip between her thighs and slowly start pushing my erect cock into her.

Fuck, she’s so tight. So hot, too. I’m hardly in, and I’m almost ready to come.

Bianca lifts her legs and wraps them around my hips. She arches into me, and when she presses the backs of her feet into my butt cheeks, I push forward, surging into her in one single stroke.

She gasps, then she’s kissing me in the hottest open-mouthed kiss I’ve ever experienced in my life. Her hips rock once, and it’s all the cue I need to pull back and then slam into her again, and again, and again.

I lose myself in her, and then stars are erupting behind my closed eyes as tension tightens my entire body and fire is coursing through me, out of me, into her. Bianca moans against my lips, and our sighs of completion mingle, merge, become one like we just did.

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