Page 57 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

Deep inside her, I gritted my teeth. “Your pussy’s so tight I love the way it clutches me, straining around my raw cock.”

I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to come too quickly; I didn’t have unprotected sex. So the sensation of my raw cock buried in her walls had me on the edge of coming.

With a swift motion, I reached behind, yanked my t-shirt off, and tossed it aside. I adjusted the chair until it lay flat, opening us up to each other entirely.

Claire reached out for me.

“After I beat up this pussy, I’ll hold you.”

I pulled back until my dick was at her entrance again, then thrusted into her hard. With my body flush against her body, I delivered long strokes.

“Fuck Claire, your pussy’s so good. I’m fighting hard not to come too soon,” I admitted, my hand gripping the top of the lounge chair so tightly I feared I might break it.

“Vino, I need to feel your lips on mine,” she breathed.

Resting one of her knees in the crook of my arm, I hovered over her body and took her lips.

“I want you to come inside me,” she begged between gasps, “fill me with your come. I want to watch it drip out.”

A devious smile spread across my face. “My little freak wants her mans come,” I teased.

She nodded against my lips, her fingers clutching the back of my neck. “I’m yours, Vino.”

“You’re mine, and this pussy is mine,” I growled, circling my hips and driving into her with renewed fervor.

“Oh fuck, yes. Why are you so damn good at this?” she gasped.

“Soon to be wife. I work hard to make it good for you. I watch your cute little faces when I hit this good ass pussy a certain way.”

A soft laugh left her. Then her lips pressed against mine. “You’ve got me hooked.”

Teasingly, I added, “I hope you’re not only here for my dick skills.”

She didn’t answer. Instead, her tongue slipped between my lips, and our tongues entwined in a heated dance.

She threw her hips, chasing the pleasure. I drove deeper inside her. “You’re hitting a spot I never knew existed.” Her lust filled eyes held mine.

It made sense why she met Angelo at the sex club. And why Claire was addicted to my cock. She was looking for something she never had before. Tons of fucking pleasure.

“Yes, Vino,” she moaned.

Claire was addicted to my cock. Something told me she never had it this good.

Lifting her shirt, I sucked one of her hardened nipples into my mouth. “Take your cock, gorgeous,” I murmured. “It’s all fucking yours.”

She grinned wickedly. “I know it’s mine. I’d cut any bitch who dared come between us.”

I released her nipple with a playful pop and locked eyes with her. “And I’ll hand you the knife,” I said with a smirk.

She smiled like a lunatic. A look that made me wonder if I had driven her crazy.

I had my woman. She was fucking mine.

“Vino,” she moaned as I plowed into her pussy with such force that the sound of my balls striking her ass was unmistakable.

Her body went limp. “I’m coming,” she hollered out.

“Come with me, Vino.”

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