Page 47 of Mafia Kings: Dario

His pants were pulled down slightly below his ass, and Cat’s legs were clamped around his waist.

His shirt covered his upper body, but his ass – his bare, beautiful, perfect ass – thrust back and forth, driving himself forward between Cat’s open legs.

There was a wet slapping sound of skin on skin…

And Cat clawed at his back with her nails.

I could see her face over his shoulder.

Her eyes were closed, and her expression was caught somewhere between pain and ecstasy.

I don’t think she was frowning because of actual pain –

But because she was trying to hold back the screams of pleasure every time Valentino thrust deep inside her.

Every time his beautiful ass rocked forward, her entire body jolted –

And a tiny, high-pitcheduh – uh – uh – UHescaped her throat.

Sometimes she bit his shoulder or his neck to stop herself from screaming.

And his hands… his big, strong hands… grabbed at her ass, holding her up in the air effortlessly like a doll, as he had his way with her.

I stood there in absolute shock.

I knewhow sex worked –

But I had never seen it.

Not videos on the internet, nor watching anyone do it before.

And it was the most beautiful – the most arousing – the most astounding thing I had ever seen in my life.

I was wetter than ever before…

Even more turned on than last night when Dario kissed me…

Even more than my dreams of him ravishing me.

All I could do was stand there, hypnotized, and watch as Valentino fucked her like a beast.

Suddenly Cat’s cries began to increase in pitch and urgency –

And she pressed her face into his shoulder and gave one long, muffled scream.

“Oh fuck – ohfuck– oh FUCK – ” Valentino grunted into her hair.

Suddenly he thrusthardanddeepinside her –

And both of them held onto each other like they were dying.

Finally he pulled his face away from her hair and they began to kiss… tenderly, passionately…

But he still held onto her, her bare ass cupped in his huge hands…

His body still pressing against her.

I couldn’t watch anymore.