Page 131 of Heartless Mafia Prince

Her fingernails scraped my back and neck as her body shook against me. “Oh yeah, that feels so good,” she cried out.

I pounded my cock into her again, holding still inside of her as my cum filled her. “Mother fuck!” a guttural roar left my body. I savored the feel of her tight walls pulsating around my dick.

“Rocco.” The hottest moan tore from her as her body shuttered under me.

Our chests heaved as we came down off of our orgasm high. I reached over the back seat and retrieved another towel, and cleaned Ryah up.

“Do you feel better now?” I winked.

Ryah chuckled. “I sure do.” She grabbed her bikini bottoms and slipped them back over her ass.

I climbed into my shorts, then smacked the foggy window.

“Agosto, we’re ready to go.”

He hopped into the driver's seat. I held Ryah in my arms as we rode through the sparse streets on the way to the villa.

Luciano sat on the sofa, waiting for us, when we walked through the door.

“I’m going to take a shower.” I ignored him.

Once he fell asleep; I’d turn up in Ryah’s bed.

A smile took my lips as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. I swung the door open and my mouth dropped open.

Wearing one of my clean t-shirts, Ryah stood smiling up at me.

I peeked at the door Ryah left ajar, then back at her. Did her dad know she was in my room? “Babe, what are you doing in here?”

She turned on her heels and climbed into my bed. The t-shirt lifted up, revealing her naked ass before pulling the sheet over her. Shit, I knew what she wanted. My fingers massaging her throbbing clit.

I grabbed a pair of clean boxers from the top dresser drawer and pulled them on.

“Ryah, I was coming to you.” I threw the towel in the corner chair.

“I know, but I figured I’d come down here for a little while.”

My brows lowered. “For a little while?”

“Yes.”

I slipped under the sheet and pulled her close. “You’re using me for my hand skills.”

“Fuck yeah. You told me don’t play with myself anymore. Do you remember your words?”

I laughed. “Yup, I do.”

“So you have to satisfy my needs whenever I feel that ache in the pit of my stomach for your fingers to please me.” Ryah’s lips brushed mine.

“Your hair is curling.” I smiled, twisting a lock of hair around my finger.

She rolled her eyes. “I knew you didn’t like it straight.”

“Ryah, I tried. It was cute. I just prefer your hair curly.”

“Work your magic so I can sleep like a baby.”

I pleased my woman for the third time in less than twenty-four hours, satisfying our needs. Watching her come was the highlight of my existence.

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