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Jeter heard the fucker tapping away on his keyboard, probably googling the legalities of said sexcapades. “I’ll let you guys know our plans once we get dressed and ready to roll out of here. She’s got security cameras at her place, but I’ll do some recon around the area before we try to enter her building.”

“I already logged into the cameras surrounding her block. When you’re ready to head that way, let me know. I’ll hop onto the server and follow you through the eye-in-the-sky cam. Also, your neighbor’s camera was dead last night, so it didn’t capture anything. However, she charged it overnight. It appears to work now. I’ll let you know if she gets any hits that yours doesn’t.”

Chapter Eighteen

He looked up at the ceiling. With a slow count of three, he waited to look back at Tori. Yep, she glared at the phone like she could set it on fire. “Um, have you checked out the security at the clubhouse where we’re staying? Has anyone tried to enter who shouldn’t?”

More tapping and humming. Then silence. Jeter’s nerves stretched as he waited.

“Nope, everyone checks out. You’re good to go for now. Like I said, give me a holler before you head out, and I’ll do another check.”

He said goodbye and pressed the big red dot on his phone, disconnecting the call without another word.

“So you’re the runaway daughter of a New York Mafia family, and I’m the son of a Chicago Mafia family. We’re truly a pair, Vita Mia.” He brushed his lips over her forehead, tipping her head back with a tug on the back of her hair.

“Feeling like running from me, big guy?” she asked with a whimper.

He moved her backward, caging her against the wall and his body. Reaching down, he molded her ass with his hands and lifted until she wrapped her legs around his waist. He grunted in approval as she locked her ankles around his hips.

“Fuck, I love the way you wrap yourself around me like that. It would take me about three seconds to strip you and me bare and sink myself inside your wet little pussy.” He dropped his head and licked her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath his lips.

“Do it,” she whispered.

“You want me to fuck you right here against the wall?” He wrapped his hand in the tangled mass of hair that had come loose from his grip. She nodded.

He eased her down, holding her gaze as he shoved her pants and panties off in one move. “Step out,” he ordered her.

Jeter kicked her leggings away as he undid the button and zipper of his jeans he’d put on when she’d gone into the bathroom earlier. He shoved the denim and his boxers down his thighs far enough he could free his cock.

“C’mere,” he said and reached for Tori. His woman hopped back into his arms, her legs going back around him as he gripped her ass. He slid his hand down her ass, teasing the seam all the way to her pussy with the tips of his fingers. “So wet for me.”

“Please, Jeter. I want to feel you in me. Now,” she moaned.

He slid his cock through her slick folds, teasing them both. Her lips pursed, reminding him how fucking amazing they felt wrapped around his dick. Jeter covered her lips, dominating her mouth at the same time as he pushed inside her. He thrust hard, going deep, and held still. Their groins meshed as he stroked his tongue along hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on to him as if she wouldn’t let go. They both groaned.

Jeter stroked in and out in long, slow movements, savoring every inch of her pussy surrounding his cock. “I fucking love the way your body molds to mine. You’re so tight and hot. You’re like a velvet glove, sucking me in. I could die right now and be the happiest man to ever walk the earth.”

“Don’t talk about dying. Ah, right there. Yes, Jeter. I’m going to come,” she cried.

His balls drew up, slapping against her ass with every thrust, threatening to explode with his orgasm. Her cry had him pumping faster. “Fuck, yes. Give it to me, Vita Mia. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Reaching between them, he brushed his thumb over her clit, watching her pupils dilate. Her lustful haze let him know she was riding the edge. All she’d need was a little push to fall over the edge. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched the bundle of nerves. She gave a ragged cry.

“Yes, yes. I...I need.” She bucked her hips frantically.

“I know what you need, baby.” He released the pressure and rubbed in small circles faster and faster. His hips moved faster and harder, forgetting the long and slow thrusts.

She tossed her head back and dug her nails into his shoulders. Fuck, he felt like she was branding him from the outside in. The feel of her orgasm triggered his.

He came shooting deep within her walls, coating her insides, claiming her as his. Adrenaline spiked his veins, making his knees weak. Shit.

“My dick has claimed your pussy as his,” he said, breathing in her scent. He ran his tongue up her neck to her ear. “You’re mine, Vita Mia. Say it,” he growled.

“Are you saying our lower regions just did some sort of ceremony? Which means we, as their owners, have to accept?” she asked with a laugh.

Her laughter sounded like an affirmation to him. He bit her earlobe and groaned as her pussy clamped down on his cock again, sending a jolt of pleasure to his spent cock. The damn thing needed to learn he required more than a few minutes to recover.

His dick slid through their combined wetness. “We better shower and get dressed. Enzo and his ole’ lady will be here shortly if I were to guess.”

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