Page 103 of Mafia King's Forbidden Vows

“Legs around me!” he orders me, hefting me up to the table as his coarse fingers trail in between the delicate walls of my thighs. An involuntary moan escapes my lips as my legs part voluntarily, giving him free access to the lacy nothingness covering my now dripping pussy.

His fingers swipe lightly over my clit through the soft lace, and my hips rise in response, riding softly against his hand.

“Fuck, Aria!” he snarls as his other hand reaches behind to grab at my ass and squeeze. His head reaches down to lick my nipple through the light fabric of my pajama top, causing my back to arch, pushing my taut nipples further into his face.

Even through my pajama top, I can feel the warmth of his hungry mouth sucking and his eager tongue running in little circles until the frantic need to have my bare flesh in his mouth nearly runs me senseless.

“Elio…” I gasp his name, trying to communicate that I immediately need his skin on mine−no barriers, “Elio…I need...”

“What do you need, Princess?” His mouth is still clutching at my breasts like it’s his last meal, reluctant to let go.

“I need… I want…” He raises his head, genuine concern clouding his eyes.

Since the words are taking time to form on my lips, I reach out for the hem of my pajama top and yank it over my head, revealing my white, lacy bra underneath.

A sly smile curves over Elio’s lips as he reaches behind me to unravel the bra hook. My breasts spring free, hard nipples aching for his skillful hand and mouth on them.

His hands reach for the buttons on his shirt, exposing his smooth, sculpted, work-of-art torso, causing my mouth to water with the need to taste him.

Leaning forward, I do just that as soon as he shrugs off his jacket and shirt, taking his nipples in my mouth and running my tongue over his deliciously rippling biceps.

He stiffens, curses in Italian, and winces painfully. My brows furrow at the sight of something blood-stained covering a part of his abdomen.

“Jesus, Elio. What happened?” My fingers reach to touch it, but he jerks out of my reach.

“It’s nothing, Princess. Just a slight bruise.”

My eyes dart back to the bandage. I don’t think this is just a slight bruise, but I let go of the subject when his hands move over my breasts, helping my nipples to his hungry mouth.

His eyes meet mine after a few moments of sucking, and all I can see in them is his need for me. A need I can tell is brutally desperate, a need that makes me want to torture him so he’ll long for me even more.

My tongue runs over my lips, watching as his gaze follows my every movement like a starving stalker following meat.

My bare breasts jab his bare chest, my fingers slipping to the waistband of his jeans in an attempt to get my hands on his rock-hard erection.

My mouth closes over his, drawing our bodies together in an inseparable tangle, devouring him just as he starts devouring me.

Elio reaches down to unzip his jeans, that massive cock of his straining too boldly against his briefs. My hand reaches down immediately, dragging his briefs down to set it free.

Oh, Lord! What a sight!

He immediately parts my thighs with his hands, tearing the soft, lacy thong away from my hips, and easing his massive length into me, inch by delicious inch.

Oooh!

My knees buckle at the invasion, a whimper escaping my lips as pleasure courses through every part of my being.

It’s like I’ve suddenly lost my ability to think, to breathe…my hands reach up to cup my left breast as his head swoops down to latch onto the right one. His hands are holding onto my lower back, feverishly thrusting my hips against him.

My free hand digs my nails into his shoulder, hanging on for dear life as he rams into me with all his might.

“Don’t stop! Never stop!” Those words escape my lips, riding on the wind to his ears. His body jerks and strains at the words, drawing quiet sobs from my lips.

Pausing briefly to reach in between our bodies, he rolls my clit between his thumb and forefinger. My body responds by pressing itself against him as he continues to thrust into me.

Instinctively, I lower my body backward until I feel my back on the fragile table as he tilts his hips forward to get in ever deeper. His hard cock is now buried so deep in me that it’ll reach my lungs any moment now!

Locking my ankles around his waist, I let my head fall back against the glass as I feel my climax seize my abdomen.

---