Page 17 of Mafia Rules

I lay her back on the bed, getting a better look at her body. Her pale skin is a contrast to my tanned, tattooed skin. She’s unmarked—a perfect canvas. My fingers drift down her neck to her tits, squeezing each one, before moving on. I try not to look too hard at the bruises on her arm, now is not the time or place for that anger. I continue down to her sweet-tasting pussy. Her hand covers mine and her breath shudders as I stroke her and she moves away from me. “You’re fucking hot, Eve.” Her eyes avoid mine, so I kiss her cheek and rub her stomach, letting her get used to my touch.

I feel her squirm over certain parts of her body—her damn insecurity—so I grab her hand and place it on my hard cock, showing her what I think of her body. She grabs hold and lightly strokes me.

“I want to feel you on top of me.” Her eyes meet mine.

My finger rubs her swollen clit. “I’ll fuck you in so many ways,” I whisper in her ear. There’s no way she’s going home tonight. She’s mine until I let her go—which, in this moment, I don’t think will ever happen.

Her lips are no longer stained from her lipstick, having rubbed off on my body, making her appearance more natural. I imagined her with no makeup, hair dripping wet from a shower, waiting for me naked in bed every night. A thought I never had before about any woman.

She strokes my cock with one hand, her other hand touching my shoulders and tattoos. She is an anomaly. Her expressions differ from the others. She sees me. She wants me. She fixates on a scar on my shoulder, and her eyes fill with emotion. Her soft lips kiss it, her hand coming off my cock. She runs her finger over the edges of the scar.

“What happened?”

“Dirt bike accident,” I mumble, wanting her soft hand back on my cock.

Her attention moves from one tattoo to another, tracing the intricate designs with her fingertips. “Do they mean anything?”

“My story.” I lean back so she can see them better. Captivated by her intense focus on every inch of my body, wondering what thoughts were bouncing around in her head. “You like tattoos?”

She nods with a slight smile; I already knew the answer. Most women thought tattoos were hot.

I lean forward. It’s my turn to be mesmerized by her body. My hand grips her ass. “Do you like to be spanked?”

She nods, and I spank her ass. Just a tap at first, the next a little harder, and again until she yelps a little. My hand stays on her ass cheek while I rub it, ashamed I’d hurt her.

“Harder,” she whispers in my ear, surprising me.

I hesitate, then obey, and her body squirms as I strike her once more. Then I stop, my hand cradling her ass cheek. I kiss her face, her hand running through my hair. No, I couldn’t hurt her, even if she begs.

I roll her onto her back and bring her bottom close to me, pushing her legs open and into the air. I stick my finger in her pussy to make sure she’s wet enough, then stroke my cock a couple of times before I shove it into her. A loud moan escapes her mouth, and I begin to pump in and out of her.

As I position her legs to the sides of my body, my weight presses down on her while our eyes remain locked, intensifying the moment. Her hot breath fans my face with each push into her pussy. I fucking pound her into the bed, just as she asked for. As I find a rhythm that her body craves, her moans and screams grow louder, filling the room. I reach down and rub her clit with one hand to get her off just as I’m about to finish.

“You feel so good. How do you feel so fucking good?” I’m panting, chest heaving up and down, and my words are breathless.

Thankfully, I last longer this time. I explode just as I feel her pussy convulsing around my cock. I fall to the side of her, losing control of my muscles. “Fuck, Eve.” I lie on my back, begging for air, watching her tits bounce up and down as she does the same.

She reaches over, keeping the back of her hand on my chest. I reach down and bring it to my mouth to kiss.The best fucking lay of my life.

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EVE

Islept all night in his arms, waking up with my head on his chest and our legs intertwined. I open my eyes and glance up to see him still sleeping. I can't help but smile, knowing I outplayed him last night. I might not be as experienced as he is, but I had more stamina.

I slide my hand over his chest and down to his stomach, wanting to go even further. My fingertips linger on his smoothly shaved groin, inches from where they want to be. He is mine, at least for as long as we are in this bed.

"Do you like getting fucked in the morning?" he says, his voice still not fully awake.

"Who doesn't?" I move up, my head now resting on the soft pillow.

He smirks, turning so we are face-to-face, his hand stroking my cheek. "Oh, Eve…" He stops before sharing his thoughts.

"What?" I bring his hand to my lips and kiss his fingers, remembering how good he is with them.

He takes a deep breath in and lets out a sigh, shutting down before revealing what he's thinking. Instead, he slips out of bed, and I marvel at his physique.

"Where are you going?" I pull the blanket to my chest, the feeling of him being mine retreating along with him.

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