Page 70 of This Thing of Ours

He face-planted her neck, breathing heavily. Her heart beat erratically against his chest, and her body went limp with her legs falling to the sides.

He raised his head. “You okay.”

She gave him a sly smile. “I’m great.”

“You sure I wasn’t too rough?”

She shook her head.

“I need the words, cara mia.”

“You were perfect.”

His lips tipped up. “Perfect, huh?”

Her smile grew a little bigger. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Which one?”

She laughed. “Either one.”

He pushed up with his hands, separating their chests while keeping himself firmly planted inside her. He looked down the length of her. “Hard not to let it go to my head when you look so thoroughly fucked.”

She did something with her pussy that squeezed his dick, and he hissed through his teeth. “You’re playing with fire, streghetta.”

Instead of answering, she did it again.

He gave a low growl. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Is that a threat, mafia man?”

He leaned forward until their noses touched. “You should know by now, we don’t make threats. We make promises.”

He nipped her bottom lip and sat up on his knees. “Roll over onto your stomach.”

She raised her brows. “Bossy.” But she complied.

“Get used to it.” He gave her ass a slap.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “Kinky, too?”

“And how do you know about that?” he asked with an edge to his voice.

“Internet. Remember?”

His eyes narrowed. “Remind me to look at your history later.”

She grinned. “I’ll remind you after I erase it.”

He grabbed her legs, yanking them apart, and pulled her up, so her stomach lay flat against his thighs with her legs on either side of his hips. He rested a hand on her ass. “You deserve another spanking for that.” The hand on her ass squeezed. “But instead, I think I’ll just finger fuck you and enjoy the view as I make you come.”

Hand still clutching her ass, he used the other one to thrust two fingers inside her. She moaned into the comforter as her hands grabbed two fistfuls of it. He scissored his fingers, thrusting them in and out. She was tight, warm, and slick with both his cum and hers.

Fuck he couldn’t believe he was getting hard again. It seemed impossible, but the proof was making an appearance against his stomach.

Gabriella started grinding herself against his thighs, and he reached under with his thumb, finding her clit and rubbing it. Her hips moved faster, growing more erratic.

“So close.” She ground her forehead into the mattress, rubbing it back and forth. Her body shuddered, and her movements slowed. He slowed his own, easing her down from the high.

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