Page 62 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

Her green eyes are wide with shock, her cheeks crimson as she gapes at my cock. I don’t know why she seems so surprised given all of this was inside her last week—and will be inside her again soon.

Her gaze lifts to meet mine and I smile. “What’s wrong,?”

“Is it usually that big?’

I’m chuckling now. “It’s the biggest out there.” I don’t mean to brag, but my cock is way above average.

She licks her lips and I suddenly want to kiss her again. “I wouldn’t know, unless I sleep with another man.”

I growl, leaning over her and placing my hand on the wall, above her head. I grab her chin, tilting her face to meet mine. “Let another man touch you,amore, and you’ll find out just how terrifying I can be.”

Jane’s head jerks back, knocking against the wall. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“Hurt you? Jane, I’ll die before I hurt one hair on your beautiful body.” I circle her nipple and she tenses. “But I can’t guarantee any fucker who touches what is mine will leave unscathed.”

Death would be the least that would happen to him. I’ll cut off every part of him that came in contact with her, one by one, until he’s nothing but a carcass.

“Is this you being jealous and overprotective?” she asks, a small moan leaving her lips, as I lick her nipple once more.

“Yes. You’re mine,amore. No one touches what is mine.” I unlock the cuffs, kissing her wrist.

“Can I touch it?”

“I’m all yours,mi amore.”

She falls to her knees, wrapping her hands around my cock and stroking it. They are soft and small, but the pleasure that shoots up my spine has me closing my eyes.

She moves and the next thing I know, the warmth of her mouth is wrapped around my cock and she’s licking it.

“This tastes better than I thought,” she says, licking a bead of precum from the tip of my cock. “It’s salty, but nothing too serious.”

She takes my cock in her mouth again, taking it deeper this time until I can feel the back of her throat, then she begins bobbing her head, pumping me with her fist.

I dig my fingers into her hair, gripping her hair and guiding her at the speed I like. Her soft moan as she sucks me is a welcome distraction, I can hardly think when she makes sounds like that.

Her eyes are wet as they meet mine, filled with lust.

When I feel the tingle of a climax in my balls, I drag her up to her feet and claim her mouth, kissing her with a primal need to own every inch of her.

She kisses me back, slipping her bound hands over my head and moaning into my mouth. She tastes so fucking good. She’s so sweet.

Breaking our kiss, I bend and slip my arm beneath her knees to carry her to my bed. I lay her on the edge and part her legs. She jerks when I swipe my tongue over her clits.Still sensitive.

Hanging her legs over my shoulders, I rub my cock around her entrance before entering her in one, forceful thrust. She’s tight. Very tight. Her walls clamp around my cock and she cries out. Her moans hit me bone-deep and saps any logical reasoning from my brain.

Apparently, wet and tight is a dangerous combination because I’m close to coming after only a few strokes.

Jane tenses beneath me. She clenches around my cock, digging her heels into my back. “Harder. I want you to fuck me harder.”

I give in to her demand, letting each collision of my cock with her walls seep into my bloodstream.

Rolling my lips, I go even deeper. “Tell me to fuck you faster,amore. I want you to scream my name. I want you to come on my cock.”

“Faster, Marcus,” she cries. “God.Faster!”

“Who owns you, baby? Who fucks you?”

“Y-you.”

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