Page 66 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

He kissed my forehead. “Only. For you.”

My hands rubbed along his shoulders as I leaned up, stealing a kiss. “Fuck me, Rocco.”

He gripped the back of my thighs, lifting me into his strong arms. I relaxed my head in the crook of his neck as my fingers threaded his wet hair. The cold air hit my back as we exited the shower. A shiver ran through me. Rocco draped a towel over my body en route to our bed.

He dropped me on the king-sized bed and disappeared briefly. Rocco returned with another towel and a bottle of lotion.

“I think I have your routine down.” He flashed a seductive grin. Still dripping wet, he grabbed my foot, bringing it to his lips. Our eyes locked. He ran his tongue along the length of my foot, torturing every nerve ending in my body.

“Rocco,” I screamed so loud, my body violently shook in his grip.

Another wicked smile appeared across his face. He lifted the other foot, giving it the same treatment. My fingers twisted in the comforter. “Fuck, Rocco.”

“I bet your pussy’s dripping wet. Touch yourself and tell me.”

Eagerly, he watched my every move. Slipping my fingers into my core, I rocked my fingers back and forth. The sound of my wetness sparked the air.

“I’m so fucking wet, Rocco.”

He turned his head and slid his tongue slowly down my leg. I was all the things this gangster desired, and he was everything a mob girl like me longed for.

I removed my fingers from my soaked core and massaged my nipples.

“That’s right, my little freak, please yourself while I feast on what I crave. You.” Rocco’s words were thick and throaty.

His teeth scraped my skin as he made his way to my center. He flicked the tip of his tongue against my clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Rocco.” My passionate cries poured from my lips.

“You were right; you’re fucking drenched.” He chuckled, then slid his tongue up and down my slick folds.

Latching onto his hair, my body stilled. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my extremely delicious orgasm washed over every inch of my body.

“Rocco,” I shouted in pleasure.

“I love your pussy, Ryah. Fuck.” He leaned over me.

“Taste yourself on my tongue.”

I inched up and sucked on his tongue as he plunged inside of me.

“Oh, my god,” I murmured against his lips.

His love poured out to me through the ocean in his eyes.

Squeezing my thighs against his hips, I dug my fingernails into his muscled back as I arched mine. His big fucking cock shattered my core over and over again.

“Ryah, you’ll always be mine. Even in death.”

I crushed his lips.

“Even in death,” I breathed.

The average person wouldn’t have uttered such words. But Rocco and I were different. Death could always play a factor in our young lives, especially since we were mafia royalty. Soon to take the mafia throne and become king and queen.

He picked me up, carried me to the top of the bed, and plastered my back against the plush headboard. The light from the bathroom swept across our bodies.

“Hold on to the top of the headboard.” His eyes darkened.

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