Page 10 of Mafia King: Matteo
“No,” I refuse, pressing my knees together. It’s futile as he easily spreads my legs and runs his fingers through my wetness and along the lace trim of my panties.
“I love this outfit,” he murmurs as he buries his face between my breasts. My arms are numb from the fatigue of being immobile.
His cock is at my entrance. I lift my hips to reach it, but he moves away. He’s punishing me.
“Tell me you want my hard cock to make you come.”
“No,” I answer to spite him. I can outlast him.
“Fine. Then it’s my choice. Your arms are turning blue, so it’s hard and fast.”
Fuck. Yes. My pussy is pulsating. I’m wet for him and yearn for his large cock to fill me.
His first thrust is glorious. He’s so large it takes longer than expected, and it’s as if I’m a virgin again. He pushes harder, gaining ground until his cock is entirely inside me.
I groan. This man was made to fuck and suck. He holds my wrists with one hand, and with the other, he tweaks my nipples until they are hard enough to cut cocaine.
I gasp and thrash about. He thrusts into me so hard that my hips respond by rising to meet his. My hips are suspended in the air as we grind on each other. His hard cock hitting places inside me that are so deep they’ve never been touched.
He pumps me harder, his cock slamming into me and pushing me up the bed. I want to touch him, but he’s in control. I’m on the verge of coming. My mind is swimming when he pulls out.
“Not until I say you can come,” he murmurs as he nibbles on my earlobe.
He releases my arms. I ball up my fists and beat at his chest.
“That’s so mean,” I say in frustration.
“It’s just the beginning. Turn over,” he commands.
I comply, and as soon as I do, he rips my panties. My bare pussy is facing the bed as he playfully slaps my ass. I feel the mattress dip as he kneels and places his palm on my lower back. “Brace yourself,” he warns. I stiffen my arms to support my weight, knowing I’d better hang on to something.
He grabs my hips and rams his cock inside me without warning. I scream in ecstasy as my orgasm erupts. His balls slap into my ass as he continues to pound into me. He’s in so deep that I gasp for air. Another orgasm crowns. I feel my vagina being ripped apart by his girth and friction. I come again, and this time, so does he, as I hear him growl and feel him shudder. He holds me to his muscular chest until his cock begins to relax. Then he releases me and lies down, rolling me to my back before pulling me to him. He skillfully pulls the used condom off. I hear it hit the trash can next to the bed.
“I just got off a long flight. Otherwise, I’d fuck you all night.”
Weak from my orgasms and hoarse from the screaming, I can barely move or speak. No man has ever given me multiple orgasms.
I lie there in his strong arms with his cock tucked between us as he cuddles me from behind.
“That is a shame.”
“I want to see you again.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Is that a line, or is that how you feel?” His voice is deep and salty.
I ponder this briefly. “Men like you are an addiction, and there’s no cure for it.”
He surprises me with a warm chuckle. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”
“Coming to places like this is to avoid entanglements.”
“Fair enough,” he concedes.
Wait, is he giving up already?
He pulls away and sits up, “I have to go.” He stands and starts handing me my clothes. “Looks like I owe you a new outfit.” He says as he hands me two pieces of black lace that used to be my panties.
