Page 10 of Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss

“And you’re not.” I hover over her again, staring at where we are connected. “I’m happy to be the man you picked for such an occasion.”

“It isn’t a big deal,” she hisses in pain when I pull out, only to slide back in.

With a hand to her throat, I’m in her face, my lips touching hers but not to kiss.

To prove a fucking point.

“It is a big deal,” I snarl, punching my hips forward, and her nails sink into my back. “I’m the only man to touch you, and you have no idea what that does to me.”

“Then act like it,” she tests, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth.

She lets it go with a pop, and with a sneer, I lift from her body, keeping my hand against her throat while the other lands on her thigh.

I look down, watching as I glide in and out of her, the smallest hint of blood coating my cock, and it causes something feral to be unlocked inside me.

“You were meant to take my cock, weren’t you? This pretty pussy was waiting for me. You needed to be treated right, and no other man will ever do that for you but me.”

“Yes. Yes, I waited. All for you.”

I want to blame the lust, but I get lost in the thought and dream that these words weren’t spoken due to the heat of the moment.

She plucks her nipples while I plummet her depths, our skin slapping together with every hard thrust. The bed bumps against the wall, and it bangs louder with every stroke because I slam against her harder.

Her tits bounce, and her pleas for more drive me to give her more of me, more of this feeling passing between us. It’s an intensity I’ve never had. Other women, I fuck them and adjust their panties, sending them on their way.

And it’s always the same empty feeling I’m left with after.

But Camilla is making me wonder if she’s the one to stop all that.

I grab her arms and lift her onto my lap. Sitting on my hind legs, I wrap hers around my hips. We groan together. Her hands grip my shoulders as she tries to roll her hips to meet my thrusts. I turn her head, crashing my lips against hers as we lose ourselves in pleasure.

She whimpers down my throat, and my fingers dig into the flesh of her hip. I grasp it, using it to move her quicker against my cock. Her pussy slides up and down on my cock, the slickness of her lust dripping down my length.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I tell her, moving my hands to clutch her ass. “Look at you taking my cock so well. A good little virgin you are, fucking me like you own me.” She does. I have a feeling that when tomorrow comes, I’ll be thinking of this moment.

“I can’t take it all,” she whines, sounding like she wishes she could.

“Take what you can,” I say, thrusting deeper until her mouth falls open.

My hand falls to the bed, and I stretch backward, watching her ride my cock. I don’t know where to look. I can either watch my cock devour her or watch her tits bounce with every stroke she gives me.

“Oh God, I’m close. Luca, oh my God, you feel so good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“Someone would have to kill me to stop.” I move forward, flipping her onto her stomach, pushing her onto her knees, and press my hand between her shoulder blades to keep her face against the mattress.

Grabbing her hips, I use them as leverage as I drive in, her cries of pleasure growing louder. Wrapping her long, ruined, curly hair around my wrist, I pull her until her back is against my chest.

“I’m going to wake you up in the middle of the night and take you all over again,” I warn her. “You’ll feel me for days, remembering the stranger you gave your virginity to.”

She’s tight, a vise gripping my cock when her pussy bears down. She tries to pull away from me, her moans desperate, and by how wet she feels, I can tell she’s close.

I press her flat against the bed and use every ounce of strength and force I have. I kiss along her shoulders, then turn her head, our lips colliding, and she cries into my mouth, her orgasm tightening every muscle in her body.

It steals my breath and milks my own orgasm from me. Ripping away from her, I groan my release, thrusting forward with every spasm that escapes me.

“Luca,” she moans, pressing her ass against me, and it causes me to slide in deeper.

I collapse and roll us to our sides so I’m holding her from the back. I’m not ready to be away from her. Her warmth feels too good. She tries to move, but I tighten my arms around her. “Don’t go. Stay.”