Page 44 of The Mafia Bachelor

I lower my head and lick her eagerly. Stroking her passage has brought more of her honey out, so it’s not my saliva I taste, but her. Avery is the most delicious thing imaginable.

She writhes and whines and I keep pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her pleasure intensifies, making her shake as I bring her towards orgasm. And my body responds in kind.

This is getting me hard far quicker than I ever have before, never mind the fact I’m forty years old.

The shift from almost being too much to her chasing more is subtle, but I recognise it, and give her exactly what she needs. The flat of my tongue, the wet slam of my fingers into her pussy that’s opened for me gloriously. Then she contorts as she comes, shuddering and sobbing as the orgasm wrecks her. I keep rubbing her inner walls, relax the pressure on her clit, all the while looking up at her face.

She’s arched, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth open, her fingers digging into the sheets. Her expression is perfect, and I don’t spare a glance for her pussy as I surge up and cover her little body with my own, much larger bulk.

“Such a good girl, coming for me like that. So delicious.”

She’s soaking wet between her spread legs, and my cock notches naturally at her entrance. She was made for me.

I cradle her as best I can, and she releases the bedsheets to cling to me. I kiss her cheeks, and over her closed eyes, eventually dropping kisses onto her lips. My face is covered in her juices, and I’m spreading the taste of her over her face.

“I fecking need you so much, love. Open for me. Let me in. I have to be inside you.” I’m not sure if it’s a demand or a plea.

And when her dark-brown eyes open, dazed, I emphasise my point with a roll of my hips, and she moans, and lifts her legs to wrap around my waist.

I hiss as her body stretches slightly to accommodate the swollen tip of my cock. Because of course getting her off twice in a row has made me rock-solid again.

One of her hands slides to the back of my neck, and the other low on my waist, and they both pull me towards her. I go as she silently requests, letting my head drop to press our cheeks together, and push slowly into her.

She whimpers, but her fingers dig into my muscles and I’m so overtaken by the sensation of her tight wet heat stretching out for me, that a growl reverberates in my throat, and every part of my brain has migrated to between her legs where I’m breaking her open.

This is what I waited for. This utter feeling of rightness is everything I knew it could be, and never had a hint of with any other woman.

I run my trembling hand down her side, holding myself on my other forearm. Our bodies are pressed together, and I’m shaking with the effort of taking this slowly. But it’s been too long waiting, and she feels too good, grasping my cock.

“Such a greedy pussy. Can you take more?” I know I’m big. This has to be a lot for her to adjust to.

She nods, her soft cheek rubbing against my stubble, and my heart explodes.

With a groan of relief, I push down into her, and slide home. Hip to hip, messy, sloppy, intense. I’m as close to Avery as I can possibly get, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

19

AVERY

He’s so big. I knew. I have eyes. But I didn’t know how it would feel, and now he’s there, in me, it’s heaven. Like we’re joined permanently, and my body goes tingly, ravenous for more. He withdraws a bit, then slides in again.

I breathe through the spike of discomfort as he kisses me and strokes my side with each time he slowly eases in and out, as though he’s soothing every spike of pain from his too-large self.

His tongue is in my mouth, his hand at my breast, and his cock deep inside me, I feel entirely taken over.

I try to touch him, explore in as many places as I can. Try to feel the lines of his tattoos. But that’s not what I can feel. Instead, it’s scars. A history of risk and danger and protection of his family and territory. Of what’s his.

I long to tell him the secrets of my heart. That I love him, that I could burst with how happy I am to be in his arms, and so close to him.

“You’re taking my cock so well,” he says, his voice like gravel. “Such a good girl for me.”

Tilting my hips experimentally, I get him deeper and that’s even better. Not least because Kill makes an agonised sound, and speeds up.

“Avery.” He slides his palm from my breast, up my shoulder, and spans my neck, pausing there. He’s so overwhelming. And it’s complete trust to let him hold me like this, pinned, his hand at my throat. But he’s earned it. I know he’d never hurt me.

Then his hand is in my hair, dragging my head back to allow his mouth access as he kisses over my jaw, around my ear, and down my sensitive neck. I gasp as sensation trembles from his soft lips and sandpaper stubble.

And all the while, he’s pistoning into me. My nipples rub against his chest, and the sound of his breathing—heavy—and mine—fast—fills the room.