Page 37 of Bound to the Mafia King

He moved up and down my arousal, taking me in with his eyes. Everywhere his gaze found me, my skin heated. I wanted to bury myself in this man. His touch ignited me, and his stare burned me in the most beautiful and vicious way possible.

“I want you inside of me.” I needed to feel him. I had already felt his fingers and then his mouth. Now, I wanted his length to move inside me and take me to new heights. I wanted him to touch me in ways that I had never been touched in my life. “I need you inside of me, please.”

“You never have to ask me,” he said before he began to press into me. “I am yours,cielo. You can have me whenever you please.”

He was big, so big that I felt my walls stretch wide. I squeezed my eyes shut as my body took him inch by pleasure-filled inch.

“You can take me, baby. You were made for me,” he whispered into my ear. His hot breath fanned the back of my neck and sent shivers down my spine.

Oh my…

I felt him push forward. His cock pierced through me until he hit the very back of my walls. Then he stilled inside of me, waiting for me to adjust to his size.

I breathed heavily, trying to take in as much air as I could. He brushed the stray strands from my face and breathed.

“You okay?”

“You feel…” I didn't have the words to describe it. This man was like every sweet melody and beautiful lyric that existed in the world. “... amazing.”

“You were made for me, Ana. There is no other person on this Earth that fits me more than you.”

That's when I felt those three little words try to bubble out of my chest. I pressed them all the way down out of sheer shock that I would even think such things.

This was just sex. That was all it was and all it could ever be. I was engaged, and my brother would never approve.

“Move,” I ordered.

“Are you sure?”

“Valerio, I didn't let you pry my legs open for you to just sit there buried in my pussy. Move.” I didn’t know what came over me. My walls were contracting on their own, and my clit longed for any kind of stimulation.

“Bossy, aren't we?” he smirked, his eyes glistening with mischief, but he did as I requested. He pulled out of me and with one fluid motion, he plunged into me with a roughness that bordered between pleasure and pain. It was a different kind of feeling that left me excited and expectant for more.

“Ah!” I moaned when he repeated the action. He pulled out of me and plunged into me with such force that I surged backwardinto the headboard of my bed. “Fuck, you feel amazing. You feel…” He leaned down and buried his nose into the crook of my neck. “… like heaven.”

“I’m made of sin,cielo.” He ground his length into my pussy, and I felt him everywhere. There was not an inch of my body where I did not feel this man. “Mine.”

And his actions proved the words to be true. He was fucking me hard and right. He was using his cock in such a way that my body would never forget him. He would mark me and ruin me for any other man that followed him.

He picked up his pace, and his cock hit the walls inside my pussy, only making me inch closer to the edge far quicker than I would have desired. My legs wound around his waist, and his arm came behind my waist and lifted me ever so slightly to allow him to go deeper inside of me.

“Ah.”

“Fuck.” The word ripped from his chest and filled the room. It was an animalistic kind of sound, that tore me apart in a way that I could only describe as earth-shattering.

He destroyed the very foundation I stood on. The hard concrete I had set in stone cracked under the pressure of his assaults on my pussy.

All the worries of the outside world vanished. I was no longer the good little sister who abided by the laws of the Mafia world to appease my brother and keep the order in the land.

Tonight, I was simply a woman who wanted to feel the man that she had been craving for weeks on end in her pussy.

“Valerio…” My body went slick with moisture as he worked it like never before. “I don't think I can take any more.”

“You can.” He unwound one of my legs and pulled it back so that it rested on his shoulder. “I knew you were flexible. Shall we try the other?”

He removed my other leg from his waist and placed it on his shoulder.

“Good God,” I breathed into my room. Thankfully we were on the other side of the house, otherwise everyone would have heard me by now. “You… fuck… me.”

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