Page 55 of The Councilor

When a man was this hard, to a painful point, it often became very difficult to maintain any stamina. But with her, a true mafia princess, I could last for hours.

She was blushing all over again, the pale pink color turning a vibrant rose as it traveled from her cheeks across her jaw to her neck.

I fisted her hair with one hand, using a single finger to slide and trace it around her collarbone. Even the tip of my finger was seared from the explosive heat of her skin. Or maybe it was my libido heating up to the point of combustion.

“You are one very naughty girl.” The term was repetitive, but I wanted her to fully understand what would occur every time she misbehaved. Seeing the way the muscles of her lovely, lithe throat constricted was far too enticing.

“I’m not.” Whether she was faking it or not, her lower lip was quivering and there was a flash of fear and defiance in her stunning eyes. The combination was irresistible.

“Oh, yes, you are.” I fucked her even harder, the action thumping the headboard into the wall. It had been so long since I’d been with a woman that I was gritting my teeth from excitement. The girl seemed so vulnerable, so fragile in some sense of the word that I was shocked when she managed with no trouble at all to flip us over. She even had the nerve to pull one of my arms over my head then the other.

I was momentarily stunned, enough so she truly believed she was in control. She was also quite the seductress, the way she tossed her hair in my face keeping my cock at full length.

“What are you going to do about it?” she cooed.

All I could do was laugh at that point. “Are you kidding me?”

She licked her lips before repeating the move, now bucking against me as she intertwined our fingers together. The filthy thought of driving my big, thick cock into her tight asshole as punishment suddenly erupted into my mind. Her pussy clenched around my cock, enough so it was difficult to keep from erupting deep inside of her. I wasn’t ready, determined to maintain my level of control.

But she was a damn good temptress, alternating her movements between fast and slow. Her slickness had covered not only my cock but my thighs and, in my mind, seeing her on her knees servicing me had been the best thing in the world.

She squeezed her hands, giving me a wicked look. However, she’d yet to figure out her actions were kitten-like while mine were that of a true predator, a lion in wait. We fucked each otherlong and hard for the next few minutes. She was so wet, so hot her face appeared pained from the ecstasy already starting to roll through her.

“Are you ready to come for me, princess?”

“I can’t come on command. I rarely come at all.” Her admittance was breathless.

And disturbing.

Had a single man not taken the time to get to know her body, to provide the kind of joy and passion she so deserved? I made it my mission at that moment to give her the ultimate rapture.

Which was why I flipped her over once again, our fingers still entwined. She laughed softly, her lilt as adorable as the way her nose wrinkled. I ground my hips into her and the way her pussy muscles continued to constrict helped me discover exactly what her body needed.

“Relax. Breathe,” I told her.

She had a sly smile on her face but began to move more in sync with me. As soon as she pressed her knees against my hips, I was certain she was close. I picked up the pace, keeping it in a perfect rhythm. She finally dug her fingers into mine and her back arched, every muscle tensing.

“Come for me, baby. Come hard and fast.”

She opened her mouth as if to object before her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I could feel the rush as she climaxed, my cock completely coated with her juice. I could easily get drunk off her scent, my mind spinning from how electric our connection truly was. Everything about her ragged moans and the expression on her face expressed true ecstasy.

It surprised me that I was enthralled by her reaction, unable to take my eyes off her. Just the way she arched her back, getting closer was enough to keep me in awe. I couldn’t remember the last time any woman had me wondrous from delight.

Raphaella was a budding flower, awakening on a summer morning to the first hint of sun. And I planned on nurturing and cultivating her needs, exploring passion she’d yet to experience in her life.

Her reaction also told me I’d need to take it slow. So much of me wanted to be rough. Very rough. But she was still fragile. I had to keep reminding myself of that.

But right now, nothing mattered but this moment. Her mouth was still open, tiny bubbles on her lips and I wanted nothing more than to lick them off.

So I did.

Her eyes opened wide, obviously surprised I could be playful with her. Granted, I never was with anyone else, but everything was different and easy with her. I continued pumping into her slowly, waiting as she tried to relax once again, catching her breath. But it was obvious I’d caught her off guard, her fingers still digging into mine. As her body shivered uncontrollably, another orgasm powering through her, I finally closed my eyes.

And released deep inside, marveling in the softness and warmth. The moment had been close to perfect.

As soon as we both came down from the rapturous moment, she relaxed her hands, slowly turning her head to the side. I collapsed over her, trying to catch my breath.

I eased beside her only moments later, both of us staring up at the ceiling. Being able to remain quiet around her was also special. It was almost like we’d developed a kinship. I closed my eyes, scrubbing my jaw. Next, I’d be singing campfire songs if I wasn’t careful.

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