Page 64 of Unforgivable Ties

“Okay,” I said, my voice injected with a newfound urgency. Her words sent a surge of desire flooding through me.

I parted her legs, positioning myself between them. Pausing, I admired her for a moment, her body flushed from the orgasm I’d given her, the desire in her eyes a mirror of my own. I reached down to align my myself with her entrance.

I pushed inside, and it was a heaven I didn’t know existed. Her warm, wet walls against my bare dick had me ready to burst, and I had only just stuck it in. I buried my dick to the hilt before stopping to take a breath. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to blow my load like a virgin.

I leaned down to kiss her and our lips met in a hungry, desperate kiss that echoed the raw intensity of the moment. Her hands ran down my back, nails scratching against my skin, urging me on.

“Vincenzo,” she whined, grinding her hips against mine. “Move.”

My mind focused on nothing but her beneath me. The feel of her skin against mine, the drag of her warm walls against my bare dick, the intoxicating scent of her desire filling the air.

With a throaty growl, I began moving, slowly at first. Her body shuddered under mine, matching my rhythm. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, threatening to obliterate any semblance of self-control. The sounds she made, her quiet moans and gasping breaths, urged me on.

“You are mine,” I panted, my breath hot against her ear. “I am going fuck your pussy until it’s perfectly molded to my cock.” I whispered in her ear, my voice raw and possessive. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tilted her head back, giving me better access to her neck. I covered her exposed skin with open-mouthed kisses, nipping at the sensitive spot behind her ear that always drove her wild.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice strained with need, her fingers clawing at my back.

Fuck, I wasn’t sure if I could do harder right now. The new sensation of having her raw was too much, and I would come before she did.

I brought my thumb to her clit and began rubbing precise, albeit frantic, circles. Her body convulsed under my touch as I watched her, my dark eyes drinking in the sight of her pleasure. Moving faster, deeper, I felt her clench around me in response.

Her moans increased in volume, her back arching off the bed as I continued to thrust into her. Her legs wrapped tightly around my hips, pulling me deeper into her.

“Don’t stop,” she said breathlessly, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes.

I felt a telltale flutter of her bare walls against my dick, and I knew she was right at the precipice. My hand kept up itsrelentless pace on her clit, even as my own body screamed for release.

With a loud cry, she came undone beneath me. Her inner walls pulsed around me, milking my cock, and with a guttural groan, I lost myself in her completely. I pressed my hips flush against hers, pressing my cock as deep inside of her as I could get as I came. Hot ropes of come spilled from my dick, filling deep inside her womb. Stephanie’s body shook under mine, her orgasm amplifying mine as we went through the throes of our climax together.

I collapsed onto her, my heavy body cushioned by her welcoming softness. Her arms came up to wrap around me, holding me close as we both struggled to catch our breaths. Sweat coated our bodies, sticky and glistening in the dim light; evidence of our coupling. A soft sigh escaped her lips, sweeping over my sweat-slicked neck and sending shivers down my spine.

Normally, I pulled out of her right away, needing to take the condom off my softening cock. Now, I got to enjoy the feel of her tight warmth around me as we lay entwined. The absence of the usual barrier made the connection feel all the more electric, all the more real.

Reluctantly, I withdrew myself from her, immediately missing the feel of her around me. My seed leaked out of her, seeping on to the sheets beneath.

“Fuck,” I muttered at the sight before me. Stephanie looked so fucking hot with my come leaking out of her. “We are never using condoms again.”

“I can get behind that decision,” she murmured, her voice a sweet melody against the silence of our bedroom.

I gave a half chuckle, half moan at her words, the sound rumbling from deep within my chest. I was utterly spent, my body heavy.

Something about this felt so right; being here, our bare bodies pressed against each other.

“That was fucking messy,” I said, wiping blood on to my shirt.

This wasn’t the good type of messy, like when my come spilled out of Stephanie on to the sheets. Right now, work was just messy in the worst way possible.

Ettore, Emilio, Felix, Rocco and I had meant for the meeting with the Pampuri’s to go smoothly. The Albanians were a neutral player in the underworld, but had recently shown signs of getting ambitious. We needed them on our side, and negotiations had been going well until Burim Pampuri’s temper had flared.

When he reached for the gun at his waist, all hell had broken loose. It was us five versus his seven men, and our well-rehearsed plan of talk and bargain quickly devolved into a brawl of blood and bullets. Shots were fired, bodies fell to the floor in rapid succession. The room was filled with an explosive chaos, and amidst it all, we somehow managed to get out alive.

“How did that go so fucking wrong?” Ettore growled, his temples throbbing with the frenzy of the fight.

“Burim Pampuri is—” Felix started, but I interrupted him.

“Shut up and help me load these,” I said, gesturing to the bodies on the floor.

I grabbed the shoulders of a man while Felix grabbed his feet, and we tossed him in the back of the van like the rest. We needed to get these to Cesare ASAP so he could harvest as many organs as possible.

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