Page 334 of Don’t Say Mafia

Evidently my pussy liked to be praised because every time he did it, I got extremely wet. I hollowed my cheeks and curled my tongue along his thick underside, exploring every ridge and vein. Saliva was dripping down my chin, but I didn’t care. I wanted the mess and for him to see how eager I was to do this.

This wasn’t an obligation on my part . . . it was a need.

I moaned around him again, and the vibration pulled a rough sound from his throat. His hips stuttered once, then steadied. He fucked my mouth with careful restraint, deep enough to make my head spin, but never enough to hurt. Every slide forward sent another thrill racing through me.

When he finally pulled back, I chased him with my mouth, sucking harder, my tongue swirling greedy circles around the head like I could keep him there forever.

“Not yet,” Jagger growled as he grabbed my chin and tilted my face up, forcing me to release him with a slick pop. His cock bobbed free, glossy with my spit, and a thin silver thread stretched between my swollen lips and the flushed tip before it snapped.

I whimpered at the loss, and Jagger dragged his thumb roughly across my bottom lip, smearing the mess across my lips before slipping his finger into my mouth. I didn’t hesitate and licked it immediately, savoring the taste. My eyes stayed on his the whole time, wide and wanting, showing him exactly how much I loved this.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now turn around. Get on the bed and on your knees. Ass up for me.”

I scrambled to obey, my heart slamming against my ribs as my knees sank into the plush dark sheets. My back arched instinctively as I pushed my hips back toward him. The oval windows waited right in front of my face, but I couldn’t find it in myself to be terrified at the moment . . . not with what was about to happen.

Jagger nudged the inside of my ankle, forcing my thighs wider until I was spread open and exposed. He smoothed his rough palms over my hips before he gripped me hard and dragged the thick head of his cock teasingly through my folds. I whimpered as he brushed my clit with every pass.

“Beg for it, Eden,” he rasped. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

I bit my lip, my thighs trembling. “Please⁠—”

“That’s not good enough,” he said, and even though I couldn’t see him at the moment, I knew he was smirking. “Use your words, baby. Tell me exactly what you want. Tell me how empty that pretty pussy feels without me stretching it open.”

Heat flooded my face, my chest, everywhere. My core clenched on nothing, aching so fiercely it hurt. I pressed my forehead to the cool sheets for a second, then lifted my chin, my voice coming out shaky but desperate.

“Please, Jagger,” I breathed. “I need you inside me. I need your cock so bad it hurts. I’m dripping for you—look how wet I am, how much I want you. Please fuck me. Stretch me. Fill me up. Please . . . just please give it to me. I’ll do anything. I’ll take it however you want. Just don’t make me wait anymore.”

“That’s my girl,” he said through gritted teeth as he drove forward and buried himself to the hilt, stretching me wide and filling me so completely my breath punched out in a broken cry. The burn was exquisite, and my walls pulsed around him greedily, trying to pull him deeper even as he already bottomed out.

Jagger’s hands locked on my hips as he withdrew almost to the tip, then slammed back in. The wet slap of our bodies filled the cabin, mixing with my gasping moans and his curses. Each punishing drive jolted me forward. The angle was devastating—he hit that spot inside me over and over until my vision sparked white at the edges.

“Fuck, Eden,” he groaned. “This cunt was fucking made for me. Listen to how you’re sucking me in every time I pull out.”

I glanced back over my shoulder, catching the flex of his abs, the clench of his jaw, and the way his eyes were locked on where we joined—like he couldn’t look away from the sight of his cock disappearing inside me again and again.

Jagger leaned over me so that his chest was pressed to my back. He slid his hand up to collar my throat while the other one banded across my stomach and found my clit. He rubbed fast, merciless circles that matched the punishing rhythm of his hips.

“Eyes on the sky, Eden,” he murmured into my ear as he gently squeezed my throat. I stared into the endless azure out the window as he rutted inside me again and again.

“Jagger—please⁠—”

“Say it,” he demanded, his thrusts turning savage. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You,” I gasped. “Only you. Always you. Please don’t stop—don’t ever stop.”

“Fuck yes.”

He pressed harder on my clit, and the tension snapped. I came with a scream that echoed off the walls. He fucked me through every shuddering aftershock, drawing it out until I was sobbing his name and I was nothing but sensation and surrender.

Jagger didn’t stop until his hips stuttered, and with one final, punishing thrust, he buried himself deep and flooded me with his cum until I felt it spill, hot and slick around him.

We stayed locked together, both of us panting as I stared dazedly out the window. He finally pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to my nape. “Still scared of flying?” he murmured, sounding completely smug because he knew he’d just fucked me silly.

“Apparently your dick is the cure for that,” I said with a tired laugh.

He chuckled, then eased out of me, turning me around until we faced each other. “Welcome to the Mile High Club, baby,” he teased. “Paradise Edition.”

I pressed my cheek to his chest, still feeling him everywhere.