Page 14 of Mafia And Taken

I sensed the heaviness of her tits as I cupped them in my large, calloused palms, and I felt her nipples tighten into large, hard peaks in response to the caress of my rough fingers.

The earlier image from the warehouse of her rounded breasts and taut pink nipples reappeared in my mind.

I slipped my hands down her body, stroking my soaped fingers over her curved ass.

Then I moved my hands to the front of her body again and inched toward the illicit place at the apex of her thighs.

My hands slipped between her shapely legs, and I tried not to let them linger, not to let her body entice me.

Each caress tormented me and made my balls ache with need.

Although I tried to keep my eyes off her, the feel of her perfection under my fingertips and the images invoked in my mind were too much of a temptation, and I couldn’t help my hooded gaze from stealing a look at her nakedness.

Fuck me. Her breasts were gloriously full, and her succulent, hard nipples tilted upwards, practically offering themselves to me and begging to be sucked on.

I licked my lips as I thought about fastening my lips around those luscious buds, as I saw them glisten with beads of moisture.

Her body was the perfect female form, soft and curved in all the right places.

Her cheeks were flushed with the heat of the shower, and I wondered what she would look like in the throes of orgasm.

What would she sound like as her pussy came on my cock? Would she sigh or scream? Would her pussy quiver around my erection or would it tightly clench my dick?

Being naked together in such an intimate setting and the sight of her wet, slippery body so close to mine under the cascading water was agony to my dick.

I found myself wanting to bend her over, penetrate her tightness, and fuck her senseless until she was screaming my name.

And she was my prisoner now, and I could do whatever I wanted to her.

I forced myself to flick my gaze away, and through self-restraint, I managed to keep my cock under control although it was killing me.

“All clean,” I said through gritted teeth. “Let’s get you out and dried off.”

If she hadn’t still needed my help, I would have stayed in the shower and jerked off. Instead, I turned off the water and reluctantly got out of the shower.

I grabbed a towel and quickly dried myself off before taking another towel and holding out my hand to her. She slowly lifted her small hand and placed it in mine.

I helped her step out of the shower, trying to ignore the droplets of water clinging to the tips of her nipples and every other inch of her body. I lifted the towel toward her and rubbed the soft towel over her skin until she was dry. “That should do.”

I looked around for the t-shirt I had given her and saw it on top of the vanity counter. “Arms up,” I instructed, and I slipped the t-shirt over her body, hiding her breasts again, although the slight dampness on her skin made the fabric cling alluringly to her shape.

As I led her back to my bed, I realized that she still needed to brush her wet hair out. “Here, sit down for a second,” I said, guiding her down into a sitting position on the side of my bed.

I grabbed my hairbrush from the dresser and stood beside her, running the brush through her hair, the auburn color looking more intense due to its wetness. I was gentle when I reached each knot, taking my time to get the tangles out without hurting her.

“Thank you,” she said, as I laid the hairbrush down on the nightstand next to the bed.

“You’re welcome. Let’s get you into bed.” I pulled down the covers and she slowly climbed in. Being so close to her, I could sense her unique scent—it was sweet with an undertone of berries.

I looked at her in my bed and could see that the shower had taken all her remaining energy, so I left her in my room while I headed downstairs for dinner.

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Juliana, Marco’s wife, was making dinner.

Great, that meant that we would have to order takeout later on.

My younger siblings were in the large living room, which was open to the kitchen and the dining room.

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