Page 93 of My Mafia Queen

He runs his hand past my navel and strokes my clit with his thumb while hardening between my legs.

He untucks his towel with his free hand, freeing his erection.

Gripping his shoulder, I cuff his hard length and move my fist up and down.

A drop of pre-cum lines my palm as I spread the moisture over his thick shaft.

He stirs in my hand, and the more he does it, the more passionate I get about making him feel good.

Partners in pleasure and crime, we become closer with every moment spent together.

Before long, he nudges me up, and I press his hard-on against my opening and slowly slide down.

“Oh…”

I gasp when he fills me up and rocks his hips.

This feels good.

Sex has only gotten better this past week.

I’m comfortable with him, always aroused, and eager to sleep with him.

He’s a skilled lover and does everything to satisfy me, giving me his undivided attention and blowing my mind with his confidence, tenderness, and outstanding sexual drive.

It’s hard not to want to have sex with him.

Between his mouth on my neck and chest, his fingers caressing my clit, and his grip on my waist as he guides my hips, I scale up quickly.

I linger on the edge with my head tilted back and his firm hand moving up and down my neck.

I grind harder, chasing the peak of pleasure when the first shudder falls through me.

He pushes up and locks me in his arms before falling to the bed with me.

We’re facing each other as he thrusts into me, my thigh pressed against his hip, his hand wrapped around my hair.

Drunk, I look at him, fiery breaths leaving my chest and meeting his lips. Holding me against his thrusts, he takes me right to the top and tips me over, allowing me to enjoy that perfect bliss.

The pleasure is infinitely stronger with his arms around me, his lips locked with mine, and his heated body pressed to mine.

I may be inexperienced, but this is more than fucking.

When I begin to soften in his arms, he rolls me over so my back lines his chest.

He enters me from behind, his fingers splayed over my clit, his teeth grazing my neck, a smile curling his lips.

“You will come for me again,” he murmurs, his wet cock sliding into me, his arm looped around me, his hand wrapped around my neck, his breaths splayed over my shoulder.

Stroking my clit while slowly fucking me drives me wild.

I’m already indulging in the sweet tension soaring through my body.

“I love it…” I confess.

“I had no doubt.”

I breathe a knowing laugh.

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