Page 32 of The Mob Boss' Pet

“I want to see you,” he says. He tugs the ears from my hair and holds my face in his hands. “I want to watch as you unravel beneath me.”

His mouth crashes down against mine in a passion-filled claiming. No teasing or tenderness, he just takes. I grip his shoulders, keeping him pressed against me while his hands slip into my hair. His tongue sweeps past my lips, taking the kiss up a notch and pressing his hard length against my sex.

Moaning, I raise my hips toward him. I don’t want to wait anymore. He’s made me teeter off the edge too long already, I need to dive over it. But first, I want more of him.

He lifts up, holding himself up on his forearms, and grins down at me.

“I’m not easy, Stephania. I’m going fuck you hard until you scream.”

It’s a promise I will make him keep.

“Vincenzo...” Words die off with the swift movement of his hips and he’s seated fully inside of me. The sudden fullness, the burning stretch sucks the air from my lungs.

Scream? I can barely breathe.

He stills and reaches between our bodies. Practiced fingers press against my clit and my heart starts beating again.

“Breath, my little bunny, breathe.” He coaxes me to relax. “The plug feels good like this, doesn’t it?” he asks while grinding his hips into me, pressing my ass into the mattress and sending waves of arousal to the rest of my body that my ass is full with the plug.

“Answer me,” he orders, nipping at my lip.

“Yes, Vincenzo. Yes.” I wiggle beneath him, finding the sweetest spot where his fingers are playing with my clit, my ass has a delicious burn and my cunt squeezes around his cock. “Fuck, yes.”

“Not loud enough.” He kisses my cheek, and pulls back, nearly leaving me. I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Shhh, sheathe your claws, little bunny. You’ll get what you’re looking for.”

I clench my jaw. It’s not right that all his words stroke my body the way they do. I’m tight and ready to be plucked, but he keeps petting me.

“Vincenzo, I have to come,” I whine, uncaring if there’ll be consequences for talking out of turn and hoping on some level there will be. The memory of the white-hot flashes from before flick me into a higher state of arousal. I’m not going to last like this, I will die if he doesn’t move again.

He seems to know every button on my body. With one quick movement he’s back inside of me, and this time he doesn’t pause. Over and over again, he plows into my pussy. His thick cock fills me again and again while the plug twists and moves in my ass. I’m pummeled by pleasure.

“Do you want to come?” he asks, his breath hot against my ear.

“Yes!” I cry.

“Not loud enough.” He licks my earlobe. “Scream it for me. Scream what you want from me.”

My throat burns, my muscles ache, and the pressure builds so hard in my belly I’m going to pass out if he doesn’t let me come.

“I want to come! Please, Vincenzo, let me come!” I yell out, blind to everything other than the joy crossing his eyes as I follow his commands.

“Then come for me, bunny.” He flicks my clit again, harder and harder, as he continues to fuck me. The bed creaks, the headboard hits the wall, but it’s all background noise to the screeching my libido is doing.

“Oh... oh... fuck!” I scream, eyes wide, and every tendon in my body freezes as everything building inside explodes. Vincenzo doesn’t stop, he continues to plow into me, taking my release and driving it forward and upward until no sound comes from my mouth and all thought locks.

The intense waves ease to a bubbling hum, but Vincenzo isn’t done with me. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses the breath from me. I wrap my arms around his neck, my ankles lock behind his back as he continues to ride me to his own release.

Another pump of his hips, and he stills. He breaks the kiss, groaning with his own orgasm carrying him away.

Seconds creep by before he blinks at me, a sleepy grin dances on his lips.

“Hey, there.” I grin up at him. As lost and confused as he’s made me, it seems I had a similar effect on him. I brush away a thick lock of his black hair from his eyes, dropping my feet to the bed.

He presses a hard kiss against my lips then pushes up on his hands.

“You okay?” His question is sincere. No teasing or demanding. It’s a new tone from him.

“Yeah. I’m... good.” And I am. All the tension in my body has floated away.

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