Page 50 of Mafia Heiress
“I’ve wanted to touch you like this since we were kids. Your long dark hair always used to shimmer in the light like it had rubies inside of it. I’ve wanted to feel it on my chest when I’m holding you. I want to be the one you turn to on a bad day, and I want to be able to make you happy. I want our kids to feel love, and I want it all without drama, but this Jack… It’s all drama.”
“You’re right. It won’t be easy, but I can promise you that we'll do this all together. There won't be a time when you'll be left out."
"I don't know. I'm not good at sharing."
His grip on me tightens and I feel a surge of something come up from in my core. Marcello is gorgeous and I would be lying if I didn't say I was attracted to him, but the thought of his rejection it's hurting me more than I'd like to admit.
"I want to say the right words and convince you to stay, but if you think it's too much then I understand. Your happiness means a lot to me and I would never ask you to give that up."
He pulls me down on his lap and I straddle him. His eyes tell the story of want and need, but his body is tense and ready to leave. I try to break away with a sigh, but he holds me firm, not letting me go.
"You're everything to me. Even though it's all new for you, I've pictured this moment a thousand times in my head."
He leads me down to him and places a kiss on my lips. It's soft and yearning, the kind you'd use to say goodbye. And if this is goodbye, then I'll be taking full advantage of what he's giving me.
Moaning, I rub his shoulder, slowly guiding my hands up his neck, loving the way he seems to melt into me. When I massage the back of his neck with my hands, he lets loose, sitting up further to meet me, running his hands up my back, cupping me to him.
Our centers rub against one another, the thought of sex with Marcello becomes overwheming. I have to have him, get a taste before he goes.
Grinding down, I don't hold back. My thighs clench around his as I rub myself up and down on him until he emits a torn growl. He wants this as much as I do, but he's unsure.
"Just this once," I plead. "I'm asking a lot, but I need you."
He picks us both up from the coach, making me feel small in his arms, and walks into the bedroom depositing me on the bed. He stares for a moment and then removes his shirt.
All the tattoos stare back at me, and I make a promise to myself right then, to explore each and every one of them with my tongue.
"Take off your shirt. I want to see you."
I do as he commands, and his eyes go wide when he realizes I don't have a bra on. I cup my breasts running a thumb over my nipple and arch my back from the pleasure it brings.
He unbuckles his pants and pulls out his thick cock, stroking it slowly while I slide my hands inside of my leggings, finding the spot that needs to be touched the most.
Large hands graze my hips before Marcello pulls everything off and I'm naked before him. My hand never leaves my clit and my eyes never leave his. I massage myself, faster and faster until I come undone before him.
It wasn't long, but him jerking off to the sight of me pleasing myself is more than any girl could take.
"You're beautiful when you come. The face of an angel."
He bends down and pulls me further toward him, part of me hanging off the bed before he wraps my legs around his shoulder and dives in, like a man starved. He isn't gentle, he’s fevered, making me shoot right back up again to where I crash down.
He laps me up but doesn't relent, letting me ride out the orgasm on his tongue, my hands fisted in his soft locks.
"That's it. Come for me, Jack. Let it all out."
Thrusting his tongue inside of me he curls it and hits my G-spot, making me crumble inside of myself, arching off the bed as if I've been struck by lightning.
I let out a scream, a sound I didn't think I was capable of making. My body falls back to the bed, my limbs made of jello. I could die a happy woman right now.
"Now it's my turn. I'm going to fuck you until you can't move. Would you like that? My hard cock inside of you?"
"Jesus."
He chuckles as he moves up my stomach, the weight of him pressing me further into the bed. My thoughts vanish as Marcello becomes my world.
Taking one breast inside of his mouth, he uses his talented tongue to swirl and circle over the nipple. My buds peak and stand erected as if reaching for more.
"Fuck me, Marcello. I can't stand it anymore. I need you inside of me."
