Page 87 of Gangster's Empire: Leeza & Havel

He realized she was fighting him for control of the kiss, climbing his torso and wrapping her arms and legs around him, clinging to him as she shoved her tongue into his mouth, battling him for supremacy.

A bolt of lust shot straight down his spine, through his dick, pooling in his balls, turning them to stone. If he didn’t get inside his wife immediately, they would both combust.

Standing with her, he carried her into the bedroom, her lips still clinging to his, her arms wrapped tight around his neck. He dropped onto the bed crushing Leeza beneath him, his hand going to the zip of his jeans.

Leeza dragged her lips from his. “Take them off.”

“No time,” he grunted, yanking the waistband of his jeans and underwear down a few inches and pulling his rock-hard cock out.

She pushed at his chest. “It’s our wedding night, we’re not fucking with our clothes on!”

Havel ignored her protest, lining his cock up against her dripping pussy. She was more than ready for him.

“Goddamit, Havel!” She swung her arm underneath his jaw and jabbed her elbow into the side of his neck, thrusting her weight and forcing him onto his side. She shoved him to his back and straddled him, pinning him beneath him. Her bathrobe fell to her waist, revealing her perfect breasts. “Take your clothes off,” she growled, panting as she reached for the hem of his T-shirt.

“I told you.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and anchored them over her head. “There’s no time. I want to fuck my bride and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

He rocked her naked pussy against his cock, sliding her back and forth until she moaned and flung her head back.

“You like that, do you, sweetheart?”

“Mmmhmmm… ooooh.”

He released her wrists, then reached between them, intent on impaling her on his dick.

She was fast though, faster than he would have given her credit for. She slapped his hands out of the way and rolled to the side, coming up on her knees. “Take your clothes off, Havel.”

“I will,” he snarled. “Later.” Lunging for her, he knocked her onto her back. Gripping her wrists again, he dragged them over her head and yanked the bathrobe out of the way. He took his cock in hand, lined himself up and slammed home. Shooting stars ignited in his head as the squeeze of her pussy sent waves of pleasure through him. “Oh fuck, I’m not gonna make it.”

“Me either!” she gasped, biting his shoulder hard enough to make him grunt, then using her teeth to rip his T-shirt.

In that moment, his clothes felt restrictive. She was right. He needed to be as close to her as he could get, he needed to feel her under him, no barriers.

He pulled out of her and stood, dragging his jeans and underwear off and tearing his T-shirt from his chest.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, propping herself up on her elbows to watch.

"Shut up," he growled as he saw a smirk forming on her lips.

He dropped on top of her, groaning as her hand found his cock, still slippery from her wetness. She pumped her fist up and down his length, pushing him too close to the edge.

“Too soon,” he grunted as he dragged her hand off him. “We come together.”

She nodded, widening her legs as he entered her.

It was like coming home. It always would be. The tight clasp of her arms and pussy, the sound of her voice keening in his ear as she reached for her orgasm, the thundering of her heart against his as they climbed toward ecstasy together.

She flung her head back. “Oh god!” She tensed in his arms, vibrating, her features twisted with desire, then she let go, her orgasm washing over her.

He came then, his eyes glued to her beautiful face as she fell apart in his arms. Her spasming pussy milked him and he saw stars.

They lay in the aftermath of their first coupling as man and wife, the cool breeze of Paris washing over them, the blanket of city lights winking below. Havel rolled onto his side, tucking Leeza against him so they could look at the magnificent view together.

Leeza whispered something he couldn’t quite catch.

Dipping his head, he said, “What was that?”

She tipped her head up, her eyes awash in unshed tears. “Miluji te, Havel.”

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