Page 14 of Mafia Don's Twisted Union

She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t pull away either.

My hand cups her cheek, my thumb brushing against her soft skin. She trembles at my touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I lean in, my lips hovering over hers, and whisper, "You want this, don't you?"

Mia's eyes flutter closed, and she nods, her body pressing against mine. "Yes," she breathes, her voice hoarse with desire.

I claim her mouth in a kiss, my lips moving urgently against hers. She tastes like temptation, a sweet poison I want to drink from endlessly. My hands roam over her body, mapping every curve, memorizing her softness. I feel her hands on my suit jacket, tugging at the lapels, and I help her slide it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking gently, eliciting a soft moan from her. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," I murmur against her skin.

"I think I have an idea," she replies, her voice breathy. Her hands find the buttons of my shirt, deftly undoing them one by one, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

I step back, letting her admire my bare chest, the muscles honed from years of discipline and control. Her eyes darken with desire, and I can see the hunger in her gaze. "You like what you see?" I ask, my voice laced with a challenge.

Mia's response is swift and bold. She takes a step forward, her hands running over my chest, her touch sending waves of pleasure through me. "I love it," she whispers, her lips brushing against my skin.

I groan, my body responding to her touch. "Then take it," I urge, my voice thick with need. "Take what you want."

She doesn't need to be told twice. Her hands move lower, unbuckling my belt with practiced ease. I hiss as she slides her hands beneath my pants, her fingers wrapping around my cock, already hard and straining against my boxers. "You're so ready for me," she purrs, her breath hot against my ear.

I bite back a curse, my body on fire. "Fuck, Mia," I growl, my hands finding her hips, pulling her closer. "You have no idea."

With a swift motion, I lift her onto the nearby couch, the surface cool against her bare legs. Her dress rides up, exposing her thighs, and I waste no time in exploring the soft skin. I kiss and nip at her inner thighs, my hands gripping her hips, holding her in place.

"Please," she begs, her back arching off the couch. "I need you, Carlito."

"You need this?" I ask, my voice gruff as I nuzzle her core through her lace panties. "You need my mouth on you?"

"Yes," she pants, her hands threading through my hair, urging me on.

I don't need to be told twice. I hook my fingers under the elastic of her panties and slide them down her legs, my mouth replacing my hands. Her taste is intoxicating, and I lap at her eagerly, my tongue flicking and probing, driving her wild. Her hips buck against my mouth, her moans filling the room.

"Carlito, I'm close," she gasps, her hands gripping the edge of the couch.

I redouble my efforts, my tongue working her clit in steady circles, my fingers plunging into her wet pussy. "Come for me, Mia," I command, my voice hoarse. "Let go."

Her orgasm hits her like a wave, her body trembling as she cries out my name. I continue to pleasure her through the climax, my tongue and fingers relentless, until she's reduced to a quivering mess, her legs weak and shaking.

I stand, my body aching with need, and she looks up at me with lust-filled eyes. "Now it's my turn," I growl, my voice laced with dominance.

Mia's eyes widen, but she doesn't resist as I guide her to the edge of the couch, positioning her on her knees. I step back, taking in the sight of her exposed body, her breasts heaving with each breath. "You're so beautiful," I whisper, my voice rough.

She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Please, Carlito. I need you inside me."

I let out a low growl, my control slipping. I position myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips as I guide my throbbingcock to her entrance. With one swift thrust, I bury myself deep within her, claiming her as mine.

Mia cries out, her body adjusting to my size. I give her a moment to acclimate before I begin to move, my hips snapping forward, my hands holding her firmly in place. "You feel so fucking good," I groan, my breath hot against her neck.

She moans in response, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. "Harder," she pleads, her voice thick with need. "Please, Carlito, harder."

I oblige, my hands tightening on her hips as I pound into her, my cock filling her over and over. Her cries fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and desire. I lean forward, my lips finding her ear, my teeth gently nipping her lobe. "You like it rough, don't you, baby?" I whisper, my voice a dangerous promise.

"Yes," she pants, her head falling back against my shoulder. "I want it all, Carlito. Everything you have to give."

Her words are like a match to dry kindling, igniting a fire within me. I thrust harder, faster, my body slamming into hers, my control slipping further with each stroke. "You want it rough? I'll show you rough," I grunt, my hands moving to her breasts, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh.

Mia cries out, her body trembling on the edge of another climax. "Yes, yes, yes!" she chants, her nails digging into my arms.

I feel her walls clench around me, her body tightening as she comes again, her orgasm rippling through her. I follow her overthe edge, my own release building to an unbearable peak. With a final, powerful thrust, I spill into her, my body shaking with the force of my climax.

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