Page 104 of Heartless Mafia Prince

I pushed her legs open as I bit the side of her neck.

“Yeah?” she moaned.

I slithered my hand along her belly as her fingers dug into my shoulder blades.

“Rocco, don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t Ryah.” Gliding my fingers within her slickness, I arched a brow. “You weren’t lying. You were craving my cock.” Leaning on my forearm, I sucked her honey brown nipple as I slipped two fingers into her pussy.

Her back arched, pushing her nipple deeper into my mouth.

I hummed as I tried sucking on her entire globe.

“Rocco, give it to me,” she purred.

Her fingers massaged my scalp as she pushed my head lower until I twirled my tongue around her clit. Her body shuddered as she bucked her pussy against my face.

“Oh, yes, Rocco,” Ryah yelled.

I nipped at her clit and welcomed her falling apart in my hands.

“It’s coming, Rocco. Oh fuck. I love you so much.”

She let herself go tonight. This was what I wanted. For her, to be free with me.

“I love your pussy, Ryah.” I drank her like I did my fucking cognac. Slow, savoring the taste.

Her body shuddered at that statement. I could tell she felt differently about letting go with me. The guy who fucked too many women to count. They didn’t mean anything to me. Only Ryah did. I only cared about pleasing her.

Me and this woman were a team. There wasn’t room for anyone else in our special relationship. No one would tear us apart.

My fingertips brushed up the side of her body.

“Your skin is so soft, Ryah.” I ran my tongue over her stomach and gave attention to her other breast. Squeezing her neck, I devoured her brown nipple.

“Fuck, Rocco, I love the way you please me.”

Hovering over her, I met her gaze. Vulnerability and need stared back at me.

“I only need you, Rocco. You’re my rock. Don’t ever forget that,” she whimpered.

“Ryah, it’s ok. I told you before. I want you to be free with me.” Clutching one of her thighs, I held my cock in my other hand and plunged deep inside of her.

My eyes slammed shut. Her pussy was so good. I felt unhinged. I didn’t want to slip and say shit that wasn’t me. Like if you’re not in my life, I’d feel lost without you.

No, I couldn’t ever admit that. I mean, say something like that.

I planted a kiss on top of her head before I leaned in, taking her lips. She took every inch of my long cock this time. “Are you all right, Ryah?”

Her legs loosely wrapped around my back.

“Yes, I’m perfect.”

Our sweaty bodies brushed against each other’s.

“Good.” I flipped her on top of me. Gripping her hips, I bounced her up and down my dick.

I bared my teeth as her good pussy juices coated my cock. Fuck, I was gone. Watching the woman, I always wanted to ride me like a pro with my guidance was mind-blowing. She was mine. And I loved every minute of having her in my presence. I wanted her in my bed every night. Not just on Friday or Saturday. My dad would be the first to say I was too young to think this way. Ryah always had my heart. I was just too busy taking my sexual frustrations out on every girl in school. Instead of admitting, I was head over heels in love with Ryah. All those times we walked out-of-school hand-in-hand were special to me. She didn’t know it then that I had every intention of making her my woman.

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