Page 64 of My Mafia Queen

“I can’t believe this…” I murmur, pressing my hands against his head and my sex against his mouth.

He breaks away from me, laughing, while I tilt my head and drag a heavy gaze to him. Inside my body, the pleasure is still there, celebrating its freedom.

It only looks like liberation as it quickly dawns on me this is a ruse and not at all pure freedom.

There isn’t anything else to tie me to this man as powerful as his mouth on me, his fingers on my hips or breasts, his cock inside me.

He loses his pants and sporting a hard-on that looks big and scary even in the dimness, he inches closer to the bed.

Propping himself on an elbow and cuffing the root of his erection, he hovers over me.

My arms go around his neck like garlands of affection while he puts the head of his cock against my opening and pushes in, filling me to the brim.

The ghost of pain trickling into my awareness is a reminder that I'm new to this.

The pain subsides quickly, and all I feel is his erection moving into me.

“How does it feel?” he asks, moving slowly.

Him asking me that while rocking his hips gives me a high and makes me lock my legs around his waist.

“Got it…” he says, still propped on his arm while gripping my chin gently, running his thumb over my lips, and tilting his head down to kiss me.

My reaction is prompt as I tilt my face up to meet his lips and tighten my arms around his neck.

He enters me deeper, and I melt under his frame.

The thought that this is a special moment in time––not only by being a milestone in my life––jabs at my awareness, making me even more famished for every moment with him.

There’s always added mystique to the things that pull away from us. A hunger to experience them with all our senses as we delude ourselves that we can make them stay.

I won’t be able to make him stay, and that makes these moments even more scrumptious and unforgettable.

As he moves on top of me, something else happens.

My body accepts his domination, going through mysterious cycles of hidden happiness.

And at the same time, my heart is more and more intrigued as a new sensation sweeps through me.

A sense of belonging to him and my fate being tied to his. I dismiss it with immature ease, not taking into consideration the other aspect of our tryst.

He opens a world of sexual possibilities for me and also gives me a sense of what a man and a woman can be. I go through several life lessons at once with him, learning a lot.

It feels good to have my legs spread open under him, my arms around him, his chest over mine, his lips pressed to my lips, his force inside my body.

He makes it more than sex by catering to my needs, being tender with me, not scaring me…

Which wouldn’t be that hard to do.

By doing that, we quickly find ourselves on the path of much more than only sharing a bed.

The tension building in my body spirals up with every thrust. I’m not hoping for another orgasm, especially a vaginal one, yet I get that high, even more so as we quickly approach the point of no return.

He slides his hand between us and slows down, and I feel him stirring and teasingly throbbing while continuing to kiss me at the same time.

He strokes my clit, and he is inside me.

I wish I knew what kind of magic flows from his fingers and how that is even possible, but without the slightest warning, the tension in my body zips up, and my center clenches.

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