Page 74 of Don’t Say Mafia

Gripping her hair tighter, I yanked her head back until her spine bowed, and sank my teeth into the side of her neck while I drove into her so deep my balls slapped wet against her clit. She cried out, and her pussy fluttered around me, clenching hard.

I slid my hand between her legs and found her swollen clit, rubbing it in fast, rough circles that made her thighs shake and her screams even louder. Then I pushed two fingers inside her alongside my cock, stretching her impossibly wider, filling her until she was gasping, sobbing, begging for mercy and more at the same time.

“You feel that?” I growled as I scraped my teeth against her ear. “That’s me owning every fucking inch of you. This pussy’s mine now. This ass is next. This mouth⁠—”

I pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and shoved her onto her back on the island so that she was spread wide for me. Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I sank back in—deeper this time, hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back. Her nails raked down my chest, leaving red lines I’d wear like badges. I fucked her mercilessly with deep, punishing strokes that made her breasts bounce. Her nipples were dark and peaked, swaying in perfect rhythm with every snap of my hips.

“Come inside me,” she begged desperately. “Please—give it to me.”

And I did.

Burying myself to the hilt, I came so hard my vision whited out as I pulsed deep inside her, flooding her until it leaked out around my cock, dripping down her ass and onto the marble beneath us. She clenched around me as her own orgasm ripped through her.

I pulled out and buried my face in her dripping pussy. My tongue plunged in, and I moaned as I licked her clean, sucking my own cum from her swollen folds. I swirled my tongue around her clit until she was thrashing and bucking against my mouth, her hands fisting my hair like she was trying to pull me deeper.

“Jagger . . . it’s too much,” she sobbed as her thighs trembled around my head.

I woke to heat and friction and the most painful erection I’d ever had in my life.

My hips were moving in slow, instinctive rolls before my brain caught up. Something soft and warm pressed against my cock, and a low moan vibrated against my chest as I felt hips buck back to meet me, chasing the same rhythm.

My eyes snapped open.

Eden. Holy fuck. I was still in her fucking bed.

Her tank top had ridden up in the night, leaving her back bare against my chest and her breasts exposed. My hand was curled possessively around one soft, heavy breast as she ground back against me.

I froze . . . but she didn’t.

A soft moan slipped from her throat, and her hips rocked back again, harder this time. My dick was throbbing in response and leaking steadily, a wet spot spreading across the front of my pants.

Fuuuuuck. I was going to die.

If she woke up like this, with me here, everything I’d worked for would be gone. She’d never want anything to do with me again. I’d have to kidnap her and lock her in a room for the rest of our lives just to see her.

I slid my arm out from beneath her inch by inch, easing her weight off my chest with a restraint that felt obscene considering what I’d just been dreaming. My body immediately wanted to haul her back.

Thank fuck my brain knew better.

Eden made a small sound as she rolled onto her stomach, and I slid off the mattress.

I couldn’t risk trying to get out of her room right now, so I flattened myself to the floor and slid under the bed, biting back a curse at the smell of her ancient carpet. The smell wasn’t because she didn’t clean it. The place was just way too fucking old. This carpet needed to be replaced before I’d been born.

She shifted, and the mattress squeaked like it was going to fall in. The springs dug unforgivingly into my back, and my skin crawled at the realization of how much of my face was touching the floor. I was way too big to be under this bed.

Breathing this quietly took a crap-load of effort, and it was actually incredibly painful to have my dick trying to dig a hole into the carpet.

Eden jolted upright, and I heard her sudden intake of breath. The mattress protested as she practically launched herself off it.

I shifted immediately, angling my hips so I wasn’t grinding into threadbare fibers like a hormonal idiot, and turned my head toward the edge of the bed. Her bare feet hit the floor, and she hurried for her pathetic excuse of a bathroom. A second later I heard the bathroom faucet twist on full blast.

Water splashed, and I inched forward just enough to see Eden’s reflection in the sliver of mirror through the open doorway. She was braced over the sink, shoulders tense, and breathing hard. She splashed water onto her face over and over again . . . trying to cool herself off.

I grinned. Yeah. I knew exactly why she was hot and bothered.

Eden pressed both palms to the counter and stared at herself in the mirror with a sexy frown as she shook her head like she was furious with her reflection. Leaning over, she turned on the shower and then reached for the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head in one slow, almost angry motion.

Her breasts spilled free, and I felt dizzy and a little like I was dying because I knew now how they felt in my hands, and I wanted to grab them again . . . immediately. Her breasts swayed slightly as she shook her hair out, dark strands clinging to her shoulders and brushing her nipples.