Page 59 of Texting My Mafia Savior

“I want you to forget.” She trembles against me. “About everything. Except me…”

“I love it when you get confident.”

I massage her lush folds, her wetness making me even more excited, even more obsessed.

“I never cared about my body. Then we met—and I did. But I don’t have to be self-conscious. Or ashamed. Do I?”

“Never,” I snap. “You’re voluptuous, curvy, perfect. Your shapeliness is just one thing that makes me want you so, so bad, Snapshot. Never doubt that.”

Her core responds by quivering for me when I circle her entrance with my finger. She wraps her hands around the back of my neck, clinging tightly. I do this for a long time, happy to lose myself touching her.

I move down, kissing her lips, her neck, tugging at her shirt to reveal her tits. I kiss and suck her nipples, but I have to go lower. Her pussy is calling to me. All my life, I have been lost. Darkness has shrouded me all my life. Not anymore. Not with her.

I pull down her panties, sinking my greedy hands into the fullness of her thighs. Her scent washes over me. The physicality of her closeness makes me feel drunker than any text ever could.

She slides her hand through my hair when I kiss her hole, stroking my finger around her warm opening at the same time. I kiss her nub again, then give myself to the hunger. I lick her, causing her to fill the room with her moans.

My tongue moves faster, harder, the lust taking me over. I can’t think. I don’t want to. Her depths shiver around my finger when I push inside.

She grabs big handfuls of the sheets when I suck her clit, pulling it into my mouth, and fuck her horny, virgin hole with my finger. I pulse my touch in and out, attuned to her body’s responses.

I let her clit go, then lick it with frantic speed. Her moans are the reward I get for each brush of my tongue. It’s like sending a text. I lick, then get themessage delivered,notification as I hear a pleasure-filled gasp.

Her hips move in time with my finger, like my virgin is rehearsing for the real deal. She slides her velvet haven up and down my hand, spreading her wetness all over me. Her taste is addictive. When I feel her orgasm approaching, barreling like a train into the steaminess of this moment, it’s her taste that stops me from looking up so I can see her voluptuous body twitching with the release.

I groan, slipping my tongue all over her sex, finger fucking her gorgeous slit until she can’t take it any more. She grabs a pillow, moaning into it, the muffled noise somehow sexier than if she just let fly.

I pull back and sit up, staring at her. She smiles at me, looking high at what just happened. I tear the sheets away so I can see her. Her wetness glimmers, beckoning to me.

“I need you so fucking badly,” I growl. “I need to own you, Angel. Your body. Your future. I know what I’m saying scares you. Maybe tomorrow, it’ll scare me too. But not tonight. Not now.”

“Not tonight,” she repeats, tugging on her shirt, pulling it over her head, revealing her bouncing, plump tits. “Not now.”

I stand up and tear off my boxers. My dick springs up, precome dripping from my head.

She laughs. “Are you aiming at me?”

I chuckle. She’s a miracle, my angel. Not too long ago, I sat in my car, consumed with darkness. But she’s changed me.

She becomes serious, holding her arms out. “Don’t leave me naked and all alone.”

I climb onto the bed with her, pressing my body against hers, her nakedness making my driving force even harder. I kiss her neck, tasting her, consumed by her as I reach down and glide my throbbing dick up her thighs and to her entrance.

She freezes when I push my head against her core. Her virgin tightness holds onto me like she’s not sure if she’s going to let me in, her inexperience teasing like amessage undeliverednotification. Then she slides her hands down my back, claiming me, digging her nails in.

“Nico,” she gasps. “Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.”

I glide into her, her folds caressing every inch of my burning steel. Inch after inch, I push inside of her, fusing with her more and more each moment. It’s like we’re becoming one. Like we’re in a love song. I don’t care what these thoughts will look like tomorrow.

I don’t care if I’m her uncle. I don’t care if there’s a chance this ends in flames.

She’s mine. Nobody can take that away from us.

Not now.

“You’re perfect,” I groan as her tits bounce up and down with the motion of my rock-hard dick.

She’s got her hands on my neck, her eyes wide open. She doesn’t want to miss a moment of this any more than I do. In sync with me, she arches her back and moves her mounds closer to me.

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