Page 20 of Forbidden Mobster's Daughter

The silky fabric is creased. My breasts rise to fill the V-neckline with each breath I take. He surrounds me, and my libido boxes me in. He tries to pull my dress up, but it's a hard task because we’re so entangled in each other. He tugs both sides, and with a rough swish, rips the entire dress in half.

I yelp, surprised. The shredded fabric is like the release of handcuffs, and I’m finally free.

“I’ll pay for the dress,” he says, lowering his head to kiss the valley between my breasts. My nipples are already achingly taut, a hot stir circling within my tits. I thrust my fingers into his hair, angling him closer to my breast. He gets the idea and closes his mouth around my nipple, teasing it with his tongue.

I buck my body into his, undulating my hips.

“Yes,” I hiss.

He continues kissing me, his hands perusing my body, and a flash of heat surges anywhere he touches. Growling, he dips lower onto my body until he puts his head in between my legs. I sigh as a thrill of anticipation threads down my spine. A sound of approval fills the air like he’s enjoying it too.

He laps his tongue at my sex shamelessly and hooks his hands under my ass, tearing more of the dress. The ripping of fabric adds another notch of lust to my already throbbing core. My heart races its way out of my chest. My pussy tingles.

He eats me, taking all of me, and I go to the place of no return.

I come, trembling as the amazing sensation of completion claims me. Then, without missing a beat, he stands and drops his pants and boxers. I blink, still in a haze from the orgasm, my vision dotted.

It’s happening.

He’s going to fuck me for the first time in the private room of a bridal shop.

“You haven’t changed your mind.” He doesn’t need to elaborate. We both know what he’s saying.

“No. My mind is clearer than ever.”

He covers me and positions the thick head of his cock at my entrance. Goose bumps rise on my arms at the contact, and every part of me is on high alert. Anticipation simmers in my blood.

“Look at me,” he demands.

I gaze at him and get lost in the incredible specks of gold in his brown eyes. I part my lips but don’t say anything. Our eyes exchange silent promises to each other.

Promises we know we can’t make verbally. Promises that could get us hurt.

Then, he pushes inside, andfuuuuck.

I contract for a moment, an ache stabbing my most private part. Then, he closes his lips on mine and kisses me as he continues to thrust the rest of his cock into me, inch by inch. When he’s completely inside, I will myself to relax and roll my shoulders.

His cock pulses against my walls, and the contact is so tight and warm. He intensifies the kiss, his tongue coaxing mine into submission, and a short circuit of reinvigorated desire surges through me, taking away some of the achy sensation—it’s still there but not as sharp.

Groaning, he kisses me again, nipping my bottom lip as he moves. He withdraws his cock midway, then plunges it back in—this time, much faster than before. The friction brings alive parts of me I didn’t even know I had. Sparks of awareness travel through me, and I moan.

He continues this rhythm, in and out, each time fucking me deeper, and each time I feel fuller when he’s in me and empty when he’s not.

“Matteo. Yes,” I say when we get to a pace that sends me to a place I can’t even describe.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he says, lowering his hand to flick my clit.

When he rubs my swollen bud with his thumb, I give in to the pressure building and let go. I come hard, pleasure drilling through me in such a powerful way it’s like every minor part of me has been affected.

Matteo slides his cock almost out and returns it with a vengeance. He fucks me with quick, shallow thrusts until he contracts and comes, filling me with his hot load as he shivers.

I am his.

And I truly hope he knows it. Otherwise, I’ll be in big, big trouble.

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Matteo

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