Page 150 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

I frowned. “But you just came.”

He laughed. “Do you see it going down?”

I looked down and gasped.

It was true – he was still hard as ever. The only difference was that his entire shaft was slick with my wetness.

I moaned and reached down to stroke it softly, to feel his skin slippery and hot under my fingers.

His cock spasmed at my touch, and a tiny bead of white cum welled up from his slit.

I wanted to lean down and suck itso bad.

“This time, we can take things slower,” he said in a husky voice as he unbuttoned his shirt and cast it to the ground.

I just stared at him and felt my pussy getting tingly and hot all over again. I’d almost forgotten how perfect his body was.

His broad shoulders…

His massive pecs…

His washboard stomach…

His huge biceps and muscular forearms…

The perfect amount of dark chest hair against his tan skin.

While I stroked his wet cock with my right hand, I ran my left hand over his chest, luxuriating in the feel of his warm skin.

He grinned as he shucked off his shoes, pulled his boxers and pants completely off, and removed his socks.

He stood in front of me naked, like Michelangelo’s David come to life – just with bronzed skin.

And amuchlarger andveryhard cock.

He kissed me softly as he undressed me.

Once I was naked, I suddenly felt very shy.

I was standing there with a Greek god – the most perfect man I had ever seen, in real lifeoron the internet –

And I was just…

Me.

Notthin…

Twenty (okay, maybe thirty…something) pounds heavier than I wanted to be…

Nowhere near an Instagram model or a Victoria’s Secret Angel.

But the way he looked at me…

Thehungeron his face as he stared at my breasts…

The look of awe as he gazed at my body…

He made mefeellike a goddess.

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