Page 33 of Tangled Deceit
Her nails dig into my arms as she writhes beneath me. “More.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Raven,” I murmur against her neck, keeping my body close to hers.
She places her hands on both sides of my face and forces my head back. “Don’t treat me differently, Luca. I’m not glass. I’ve been through hell, and there are cracks in my exterior, but I didn’t shatter. I need this. I needyou.”
Damn her.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I practically growl, repeating myself. Though, I already notice my speed getting faster, forcing me to accept that even my body can’t deny her.
“You won’t,” she says sternly. “I promise.”
Instead of risking her recovery by fully unleashing my desire on her, I pull out and lay on my back and guide her gently over me. “Then, take whatever you need.”
I expect her to guide my cock toward her pussy, but she surprises me when she moves to kneel between my legs. Her hand grips the base before pulling up just rough enough.
A saucy grin lifts on her face. “I think I will.”
When I said I wanted her mouth on my dick soon, I didn’t think today would be that day. I nearly stop her, but the moment her lips wrap around the head, there’s no stopping her.
She opens her mouth wide, taking me deeper as her hand continues to stroke the lower half. When her tongue swirls around the sensitive skin, my body instinctively reacts, pushing my hips forward and putting the head at the back of her throat.
The strangled sound she makes has tingles expanding through my balls. I fist a handful of her hair, momentarily forgetting her injuries, and try to jerk her back before she makes me come too soon, but the vixen fights me.
Her glorious mouth sucks harder, and I end up pushing her back down, choking her until there are tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Even still, she licks and pulls at my cock with fervor, taking me deeper with every thrust.
And I didn’t think she could be any more perfect…
Finally, I have to draw her up, because I’ll be damned if I finish without her pussy tightening around me. This time, she doesn’t fight me, and as she wipes at the side of her mouth, her grin returns.
Neither of us says anything as she mounts me. Before she can slide too slowly onto my dick, I surge up, hard and fast, eliciting the gasp from her that I so desperately want to hear.
Olivia’s hands slap over my chest, and her nails dig into my skin as she tilts her hips back, taking every inch of me as if we were made for each other.
I grip her sides, guiding her, but there’s little need for me to do so. She rides my cock with abandon, her head tilted back, silky black hair dangling around her, and her chest heaving in time with our movements.
Her tits bounce in front of me, and since she doesn’t need much assistance from me, I reach up to pinch both nipples between my fingers and smirk as her pussy flexes.
“So close,” she mutters from above, and I start to surge my hips up. With my hands back on her waist, she slams down harder on my dick, each moan growing louder by the second.
The shiver that runs along my spine goes straight to my tightening balls, and I know I’m not far behind her. She fucks me without a care in the world. As if everything around us hasn’t been falling apart. Right then, as her entire body tenses before exploding around me, I know.
Olivia Danes is all I will ever need in this world. The mafia, the business, all of it can fuck right off as long as I have her.
The trust she has in me is my undoing.
My cock twitches inside her pulsing pussy, filling her with my cum, and I wrap my arms around her when she leans forward, laying on top of me.
She turns her head towards me, peppering light kisses along my neck. “That was…”
“If you say ‘pleasant,’ I will smack your ass until it welts,” I warn, a playful glint in my eyes, before she can complete her sentence.
Her responding chuckle vibrates through my body. “Magnificent. Though, I’m already wishing you had a tub to soak in.”
“I’ll have the bathroom remodeled this week.” A bathtub never held an appeal for me, but if my Raven wants one, then she’ll have the best.
She pushes up to stare at me. “You can’t simply snap your fingers and have a bathroom remodeled.”
“Can't I?” I raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You’re dating the leader of a mafia family now. I can and will have whatever I damn well please.”