Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“I’m yours, Mico,” she panted. “All yours.”
One of my hands made its way down to her center and cupped her pussy. “Altroché,” I rasped, smacking her ass hard.
I palmed both cheeks and dragged her forward until her pussy was pressed against my hard cock. With only a towel and her little panties between us, the heat from her sex sent a flash fire all over my body.
She moaned and placed her hands on my sides, but then her fingers dug into my flesh as she leaned back and stared up at me.
“And you’re mine,” she stated, her tone filled with steel, every bit a DeLuca. My badass Mafia princess.
“There will never be anyone else for me, sole mio,” I murmured, grinding my hardness into her and placing hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
She tried to scoot even closer, but I held her just far enough back to continue teasing her with a taste of what was yet to come.
“Why are you torturing me?” she groaned, digging in her nails so deep that I winced.
Fuck, that’s hot.
I chuckled darkly. “You want me, sole?”
“Maybe.” I scowled, and she smirked, her brown eyes twinkling merrily. “I guess you’ll do.”
Oh, sweet little sun, two can play this game.
“Well, don’t settle on my account. I’ll just—” I let go of her and took a step back, but her legs immediately wrapped around my waist.
“No!” she yelped. “I’ll be good, I promise!”
Mentally grinning, I canted my head to the side. “To be clear, Gabriella, every time you make me ask, you earn a spanking. Now, do you want me, mia peperina tutta fuoco?”
She nodded vigorously and used her hands and legs to try to pull me closer. “Yes, Mico. I need you. Only you.”
“Better fucking be only me,” I snarled before crashing my mouth down over hers.
Intense feelings of possession rose to the surface. Words weren’t enough anymore. I needed to show Gabriella who she belonged to. I wanted to mark her heart and her soul, to claim her in every way.
Continuing to kiss her, I removed her legs from around my waist, then drew her panties down her legs and yanked them off. I hissed in pleasure and pain when her fingers brushed my over-sensitive dick as she released the knot on my towel. When my cock sprang free, I groaned in relief. I was painfully hard, and the fabric had been rubbing uncomfortably against my shaft.
My eyes locked with hers as I slid two fingers up her center. “So fucking wet. My hot little pussy is ready to be fucked.”
Gabriella whimpered, and her legs fell open even wider, causing a wicked smile to slice across my face. I teased her center with the fat head of my dick, and her hands dove into my hair, clenching the curls and holding me close as I went back to devouring her lips.
The swollen tip slid across her clit before I nudged it into her dripping sex. She gasped into my mouth, and I swallowed the sound as the kiss turned wild and frantic with need.
Come was already oozing from my shaft. I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I grabbed her ass and held her in place as I plunged into her, driving deep until I was completely sheathed.
“Fuck!” I barked as her inner walls spasmed.
Gabriella shuddered and cried out. “Mico! Yes!”
I tangled my fingers in her dark hair, drawing her head back and exposing her throat. When she tried to move, I growled and clenched the silky strands to keep her in place while I licked and sucked at her neck.
Finesse had never been in my repertoire, but Gabriella constantly reduced me to a fucking animal. It was the only time in my life when I couldn’t keep the slightest control of my emotions. I was driven by my need as I started pounding in and out, the tight grip of her pussy fighting my cock each time I withdrew.
“You feel so fucking amazing, Gabriella,” I groaned.
“Harder,” she whispered raggedly.
“You want me to fuck you hard, sole mio?” I purred, slowing down to a torturous pace, knowing it would drive my fiery little Italian crazy. Her lips twisted in frustration, and her eyes glared daggers when she saw the teasing glint in mine. “My pussy,” I stated. “Say it.”
“If I do, will you make me come?” she asked suspiciously.
I smirked as I continued to penetrate her with slow, even strokes. “Perhaps.”
“Figlio di puttana,” Gabriella cursed under her breath but not low enough that I didn’t hear.
I gripped her hair a little harder, and the hand still on her ass clenched. “That’s not very nice, sole mio. That sassy mouth of yours is going to earn you a spanking.”
Gabriella pouted, but I came to a stop and just smiled. “Whose pussy is this?”