Page 135 of Mafia And Maid
And snaking my hand down over her belly, my finger traces back along her slick entrance as she arches into my touch.
After teasing her clit with my fingers until she’s whimpering, I hitch her up against the wall and wrap her legs around my waist.
Meeting her eyes in the huge mirror at our side, I trail my gaze down her body, feasting on the sight of the goddess before me. “See how fucking gorgeous you are,” I growl, grinding my dick against her slick seam and loving how she loses her inhibitions when we’re together like this.
Sinking into her entrance, I take a moment to admire the beauty before me—her skin glowing and her eyes bright with desire.
I want to savor every touch and taste of her as if it’s my first time with her.
And unable to hold back any longer, I plunge into her and take her hard and fast.
This is my favorite place to make love to her—watching our reflection in the mirror so that I can admire how perfect she looks with my cock inside her.
As I pound again and again into her warmth, she keeps begging for more.
Her pleas fuel my desire. I hold her in place as I move with urgency, driven by the need to give her another orgasm.
And when she finally comes undone again, unable to contain the sounds escaping from deep within her, it's all I need to let go and join her in ecstasy.
I continue to please her until she can’t take any more, her cries echoing throughout the room before we slump against the wall, panting and spent.
And kissing her deeply, my heart beats rapidly, and I know I don’t want to ever let her go.
But it’s as if the world is whirling past me as I watch from the sidelines like a spectator to my life…
“We only have a couple of hours until everyone gets back from the zoo,” she says as she gets dressed and checks the time.
“However will we fill the time?”
“None of that.” She raises her blond brows at me as I step closer. “We’re supposed to be working on those holds.”
“I thought you hated those?”
“Better safe than sorry. You wanted to do this, Camillo, remember?”
“Maybe I changed my mind.”
“I haven’t.” Her voice is soft as I step closer, and invading her space, I can nearly feel her tremble. “I don’t want to be helpless again...”
“You aren’t helpless, Rosa.” Her gaze meets mine, and the softness nearly does me in. I don’t deserve the look of reverence she gives me. Like I’ve saved her somehow. “You were never helpless.You’re a survivor.”
“But now, I stand a chance in case something goes wrong.” Her voice is timid.
“The only way that’ll happen is if I’m dead,” I say with a low growl.
She blinks at me, clearly startled at my admission.
But I’m not holding it back from her. Not anymore. If I want her to be mine, she needs to seeme.
The thought terrifies the fuck out of me. And I’m hit by another ice-cold splash of water that she’s too good for the likes of me. But I can’t stop now that I’ve said it.
I brace for her reaction. For her gasp of horror. Her brow knits, and her eyes search mine, looking for something.
“The only way someone is going to lay a finger on you is if I’m gone. I will easily kill any man who tries to take you and Ethan from me.”
Her lips part. “Camillo…”
My body goes rigid. I know that tone.