Page 37 of My Mafia Queen

When he finally comes to me with his hand threaded through my hair, his eyes on my lips, and his breath over my mouth….

When he wraps his other hand around my hip and holds me against his frame while he starts to move his hips…

When we kiss, and I start to forget about my fears…

When the wetness from my body slides over the tip of his erection and trickles down my legs…

Then I feel him.

Iron hard, bigger than my opening, and no longer waiting.

He kisses me, but his focus is on his thrusts as they become deeper with every passing moment.

I feel the pressure, the pleasure, the fear, the resistance in my body, and then his final, most decisive thrust as he slides deep into my body, moving through my sharp pain, dripping blood, and warm wetness.

The thought that I’mfinallydoing it, and I’m doing it with him, and the fullness, wetness, pain, and fear, all new to me, create unforgettable moments.

It’s crazy and filthy that he moves into my body, his weight on top of me, while I’m his willing prisoner.

The pain dies down, the wetness ensuring pleasurable friction for both of us.

He moves at a different pace, with purposeful intensity, his expression shifting while I witness in awe how my first man reaches the peak of pleasure on top of me and fills me up with his release.

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DAMASO

There issomething so immorally satisfying in taking this away from her. The sheets between us are a mess, bleeding away her innocence.

She stares at me, heaving, with her lips open, glistening with sweat and strands of hair stuck to her cheeks and neck.

More sweat trickles down her chest.

I’m still inside her, moving slowly, my hand sliding up her thigh and to her neck before I kiss her.

She pushes herself up, her arms looped around my neck, her chest against mine.

There is no mind-blowing orgasm for her.

It’s mostly confusion, curiosity, and a genuine need to solve that mystery so she can learn how to enjoy herself with me buried inside her.

And there is something else.

She is in love with me more than she knows.

Her eyes can’t pull away from mine. Her body doesn’t want to break away from mine.

She has become my sweet addiction. Warm, trustful, and lustful, she’s given me something she’s never given to anyone else before.

Her love for me flickers in her eyes, coloring her smile.

She presses herself into me as I grow inside her as if I’ve never gotten softer.

I’ve been hard for her since I sensed that quiver in her body when I patted her down in the room downstairs.

I was hard when I lay in bed with her.

And I was hard when I said no to her.

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