Page 33 of The Mafia’s Fiancee

“Lick me clean,” I said instead. If he didn’t want me to beg, then I’d try to be sassy and demanding. If I was lucky, if he was in the mood, he’d get playful and call me a brat. Spankings, I’d learned, were sexy as hell.

He groaned, so needy for me, as he dropped his mouth to my pussy. Those skillful lips brushed against me as he kissed me there, but when he licked his hot tongue up along my flesh, I forgot how to breathe properly.

Alternating between long licks, strong sucks, and his tongue spearing into my hole, he drove me to the brink of coming. Like every other time he got his mouth on me, he started a mission to make me come at least twice. He always unloaded inside me. He never let me swallow his cum. If he wasn’t trying to make a baby, I wasn’t sure was his obsession was about coming deep inside me. But I wouldn’t complain. Feeling him stretching me like that was the ultimate reward.

I clutched the sheets, desperate to ground myself somehow. It wasn’t easy. He blew my mind. He shattered all my thoughts. And with my heart racing and so close to exploding in an intense orgasm, I had no clue what the hell kind of nonsense I shouted and moaned.

With a blinding force of pleasure, the tension low in my abdomen snapped. I came, trembling and wincing my eyes shut tight as my entire body was flooded with bliss. From my curling-in toes to the top of my messy hair strewn all over the sheets, I endured wave after wave of that release.

“Want more?” he asked in a raspy growl.

I sighed, slumping back to the bed. I rolled my head to watch him remove his clothes. His dick sprang free, pointing at me with pre-cum glistening at the tip.

“I want you, fiancé.” I crawled onto my knees, leaning up to kiss him hard. Tasting myself on his tongue was a thrill, and even though I’d just come and my pussy was still sensitive, I was slick and aching for him again.

He locked his arms around me and turned so he sat on the bed. I compromised, straddling him as he moved us up the bed.

Once he was seated with his back against the headboard, I took hold of his dick and angled it to slide into me. His bulbous head stretched me, and I groaned as I took him all. Every hard, rigid inch of his dick eased into me. The sensation of being so full had me groaning so loud that I worried someone else would hear.

Luke didn’t mind. He kept his hands on my ass and smiled at me.

“Ride me, fiancée.”

I nodded, locking my gaze on his as I lifted up and sank back down until he grunted and jerked his hips up to meet me in the middle. We found our rhythm. We always did. It stunned me how well we could be in sync, but as I accepted that he was the missing half to my soul, it didn’t seem so ludicrous of a pairing.

We were meant for each other. I was sure of it. And when we came together, my pussy clenching around his dick and milking him dry, I wished that it could be implied to the rest of the world that we belonged with each other forever.