Page 56 of Explosive Union
I bite my lip and heat rushes through my body. "Is this a try before you buy kind of thing?" I ask jokingly.
"Baby, this is your man, who is going to show you exactly who you belong to.”
I let my legs fall open as his hand slowly brushes against my skin, moving up towards my thighs.
"Hungry?" I ask with a salacious grin.
His thumbs push into the band of my G-string, and he pulls. The material tightens against me just before it snaps. I gasp when his finger runs through my folds.
"Absolutely famished,” he responds.
I lie back, letting my head rest against the bed and fingers tangle in the sheets as his tongue starts to lap at my pussy. “I’m not going to stop you.”
He doesn’t come up for air as he feasts on me. He’s lapping up my wetness. When he pushes a finger inside of me, I mewl, loving the way he’s pleasuring me. His face is planted between my thighs and he’s not moving.
My hands move to his hair, pulling hard as I grind my pussy against his lips. He pulls back, and I see my wetness coating his lips. “Eager, are we, babe?”
I scowl at him. “Not really. There’s always my vibrator in my draw that’ll work just as well.”
He chuckles. “That’s good to know,Principessa, for future reference.”
I hum at the thought of him fucking me along with using the vibrator.
He grins. The bastard is getting too close to me. He can read my body, and that’s not good. Not at fucking all.
“Thought you were hungry?” I ask as I raise up onto my elbows.
His grin pisses me off. “I guess I’m not the only one.”
Before I’m able to say another word, he goes back to the matter at hand. This time, instead of his finger pushing inside of me, it’s his tongue.
The pleasure builds inside of me. I’m struggling to control myself. Barely hanging on by a thread.
“Principessa, let go,” he rumbles against my clit, and I can’t hold back. “That’s it, baby, let go and come for me.”
I do exactly as he says and detonate. I cry out, calling his name. My body shakes as I hit the almighty high that he’s pushed me to.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls. “One more, Jade. I want another one from you.”
I shake my head, my body still coming down from the one he’s just given me. But he continues. His mouth tightens around my clit, and he sucks. His finger is so thick as it pushes inside of me, and I gasp as my body accepts him. I cry out as he adds yet another finger, making my pussy stretch to accommodate him. He finger-fucks me hard and fast, and I’m panting as my body reaches new heights, ones I’ve never known before.
“That’s it,Principessa. Fuck,” he growls as he unsnaps his pants and they fall to the ground. His thick cock stands erect against his stomach, and I’m not afraid. I actually want him to fuck me with it.
He continues to finger fuck me. I’m panting hard, trying to fight off the oncoming orgasm that’s building rapidly. The moment his tongue flicks at my nub, I’m gone for. Pressure builds in my stomach, and I cry out as I come.
I’m so wet, my body is quaking, and I know I’ve come hard and squirted. Something that has never happened before, but then again, I’ve never had anyone worship me the way that Rocco just did. I would be embarrassed, except for the primal look in his eyes. Lust, pride, and dominance.
“Fuck,” he growls, his mouth once again on my pussy. “Principessa, you fuckin’ squirt. Now I know for sure we’re going have some fun when I get your toys out.”
I glare at him as I try to compose myself. I’m out of breath and so damn horny. “How about instead of chitchat, we do something else?”
His grin is cocky and his eyes dark with lust. I can’t help but smile at him. I didn’t think we’d get here, that we’d ever find ourselves at this point.
I can’t take my gaze from him as he undresses. The moment his shirt comes off, I’m salivating at his chiseled body. Who knew he’d have a six pack under that shirt? Certainly not me. On his right bicep houses the tattoo of the Gallo Mafia crest. The knife runs along the length of his bicep. Its black handle stands out as it has words inscribed along it. Words I can’t see as he’s standing too far away. The blade is carefully designed with the tricolor of the Italian flag. Green, white, and red. Blood drips from the tip of the blade. It’s such an intricately woven tattoo. I’ve never seen anything like it before.
He stalks forward, climbing onto the bed, and lies on top of me, careful to keep his weight off me. His cock is thick and hard against me as our bodies press together. He takes hold of my hands and brings them above my head, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my face. I can now see the tattoo perfectly. The inscription readsLa Famiglia prima di tutto.
I say the words out loud, and he smiles. “The family comes first,” he says, translating for me.