Page 80 of Masked Mafia's Runaway Bride

I let myself sink into him, my arms wrapping around his neck. His hands found my waist, anchoring me as though he was afraid I’d slip away.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing harder. I wasn’t sure I could restrain myself.

“Sergio,” I murmured, my voice unsteady.

He pulled back just enough to look at me. “What is it?”

“I don’t want to hold back anymore.” My confession felt raw, but it was the truth. “I don’t want to be playing it safe.”

His gaze softened, and he cupped my face in his hands. “You don’t have to. I’ve got you.”

The sincerity in his voice undid me. I leaned up, finding his lips again, this time with more urgency. His hands tightened on my waist, and he pressed me closer.

He held my face tenderly, his eyes scanning my face as if memorizing every detail.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice husky.

I felt a blush creep up my neck, but I didn’t look away. “So are you.”

He chuckled, low and deep, before pulling me into his arms again. His hands slid down my back, tracing the curve of my spine. My fingers found their way into his hair, tugging gently as our kisses deepened.

Slowly, I felt his hand looking for the means to feel my bare skin. He undid the zipper of my black dress, and I stepped away fromit, sensually aware of his eyes on me, devouring every inch of my skin. Clothes fell away, piece by piece until there was nothing between us but skin and the electric charge that seemed to hum in the air.

Sergio’s touch was reverent, his hands exploring every inch of me as though he was discovering something sacred. I mirrored him, my hands trailing over the hard planes of his chest and the lines of his shoulders.

He walked to my dressing table and made space on it. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. Sergio set me on the table gently and took a few steps backward.

“I cannot get enough of you, Mirella,” Sergio confessed, a rueful smile on his lips.

I sat on the table, my eyes on him. He gently squeezed my breasts in one hand and kissed me deeply, his lips exploring the depth of my lips. I wrapped my legs across his back and pulled him towards me.

“I love you, Mirella,” Sergio said, his eyes shut, his voice sincere and needy.

“I love you, too, Sergio,” I confessed, holding nothing back.

Sergio kissed my forehead, eyelids, and the base of my neck. His tongue slid down to my perky nipples, begging for his touch. He grabbed my nipples with his lips and nibbled gently. I saw the stars, moaning, needing more.

He slid his fingers into my deep sea, his lips on my nipple and his fingers inside, thrusting in and out, building momentum. I shut my eyes, momentarily lost in the pleasure coursing downmy being. He added another finger gently, going in and out, his fingers exploring my pleasure spot. I held his head and buckled under the sheer pleasure coursing inside of me.

Sergio paused briefly, his eyes dark and shiny. He bent down and kissed my clitoris, his fingers still working within me.

“Oh my!” I screamed, lost in the things he was doing to me.

He used his tongue to stroke gently my clit while also thrusting with his hands. I shut my eyes and writhed in orgasmic pleasure as my body thrashed around, dripping warm wetness all over the table. Sergio gathered me in his arms and laid me gently on the bed. He smiled boyishly, and I could have sworn he looked too innocent for the things he was doing to me.

He stroked his cock and slowly parted my legs. I watched him guide himself into the pool of wetness between my legs. Face to face, we stared at each other as he thrust in and out of me.

It was slow and deliberate, and every movement was a testament to the connection we shared.

“Mirella,” He whispered my name like a prayer, his voice thick with emotion.

“Sergio,” I answered with soft gasps and murmured promises.

He kissed me deeply, and I widened my legs, needing more of him. He wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting deeply into me. I saw stars and moaned loudly, screaming his name as he rammed harder into me, each thrust hitting the spot of my deepest pleasure.

Twice, he had made me cum. I decided to give him the ride of his life. I laid on top of him and spread my hands on his muscled chest, smiling and stroking his nipples.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his eyes suspicious yet thrilled by what I was doing.

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