Page 52 of Mafia Christmas Vows

“I’m fine,” I whisper. “I’m actually really good.”

“Good?”

I nod.

He makes a movement and I hiss, the full impact of his thick cock a little clearer now than it was before.

He freezes. “Are you okay,” I hear him whisper in my ear.

I nod. “Give me a second.”

I can count each heartbeat as Alexei waits.

Finally, I’m ready. “Move, please,” I say.

His tongue licks the spot behind my ear again, and I tremble. “Anything you want, it’s yours,” he rumbles.

Then he moves.

Alexei pushes into me and slides out like it’s his only purpose in life. It’s focused and intense. I’m the center of Alexei’s world, and he’s the center of mine. I moan as I press upwards, searching for pressure on my clit that will bring the orgasm I’m sitting right against.

“Turn around,” he whispers. He pulls out and I obey. I fold over his desk, my hands stretched out in front of me. He steps behind me and kicks my legs apart, his hands gripping my hips in an iron grasp that makes me think I’ll probably have bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow.

Strangely, the idea doesn’t repulse me.

I don’t have too much time to think about it though, because once Alexei slides back into me, he steals my breath as he pounds against me. The sound of skin slapping against skin dominates the room, and I renew my grip on the desk, hoping like hell that I can just hold on while Alexei drives us both toward the climax on the horizon.

I’m almost there.

I’m so close. His dick is rubbing against something inside me that feels so incredibly amazing, I close my eyes and wait for bliss.

Alexei roughly grabs my hair and tugs. I get the hint and pull myself up. His arm goes around my torso right under my breasts, and his hand roughly palms one of them as he slams into me. We’re close; I can feel him against my back, the relentless pressure of him as he thrusts us both into a climax.

His hand disappears from my hair, and I feel it at my clit. “Come with me, Maggie,” he whispers in my ear.

Then he bites my neck. His fingers press on my clit, rubbing in a circle.

And I do as he says.

A wave of orgasm crashes over me. Every nerve in my body lights up, an electric network of nerves and neurons and who knows what else, that ripple through every one of my muscles. I can’t help myself; I scream his name.

“Maggie,” he snarls against my neck. He repeats my name like a prayer as he shakes behind me.

I smile.

We both pant, the moment changing as we come down.

“Alexei?”

He murmurs. “Hmm?”

“I think this is already the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

ALEXEI

The storm has long since gone.

The weeks have wound toward the holiday.

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