Page 13 of Hustler in the Mafia
“Marco.” I tried it out, and it sounded strange and thick on my tongue. I liked the sound of it. It sounded hot and thick like he was. More than that, I think he liked the sound of his name on my mouth because his gaze shifted to feral.
He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. All it took was one button to pop, and my pussy greeted him. Naked. Because obviously, I wasn’t going back to my dirty underwear. But it must have been a surprise for him. His gaze burned at the edges, a harsh intake of a breath, and he ripped open his own shirt like an overexcited kid with a Christmas toy. The tearing of fabric ripping was louder than the panting of our breaths. But it wasn’t enough to hide my embarrassment of lying naked beneath him. My pussy ached to be filled. Still, as the girl who’d been let down too many times, I waited for the other shoe to drop. The insults to fly.
“Sei stupenda, mio piccolo cocco,”his voice rasped. His breath gasped. His gaze burned on my skin, heated my tits, and made my nipples shoot straight up.
I wasn’t gorgeous, and I was definitely not his fucking coconut, but for one night, I was going to pretend I was.
MARCO
Cazzo.They say God created some women with one man in mind. I wasn’t a believer, but that changed one second ago. The man above had me in mind when he created this fucking beauty lying beneath me. Her skin was pale and shone like moonlight on my bed. Her tits were huge and nestled so perfectly in my cupped hands. My rough hands trailed her flat belly, her bony hip, and palmed over her pussy. It glistened like a pink pearl, all freshly shaven. The thought that she used my razor to shave her fucking pussy had my dick jerking with pre-cum.
I was wild and all over her. This was my last meal, and I devoured her just like the man above would have wanted.I sucked and nibbled on her breasts. If I died here from suffocation, I would have died a happy man. And the best part? She was the one stuffing my face with her tits. Not a ‘lie down and give it to me’ type, my girl. She wiggled under me, rocked her pussy against my dick, and was seemingly intent on leaving a whole track on my back with the sharp edge of her nails. I didn’t care. She could mark me anywhere she wanted. Her skin was so soft it felt like silk against my rough sandpaper hands. The callouses in my fingers left trails on her body. She didn’t seem to mind, and I was too far gone to care. Slow wasn’t a word I knew. Soft, not a thought on my mind. I bit her tit and stuck a finger inside her. My eyes closed in pure joy.La mia cocco.She was just as I imagined her to be. All soft inside.
“More,” she moaned into my neck, and I obliged. Two fingers, and then three. I pumped into her, wildly bestowing nibbles in between her tits while she pulled my hair as if her life depended on it.At this rate, I might not have any hair left by tomorrow.Didn’t care either way. She pulsed on my fingers and throbbed around my hand. Then she peaked, and she came, and my God. If this wasn’t heaven, I didn’t know what was.
I didn’t allow her to come down. Couldn’t. Somehow, I managed to grab a rubber, and she was as frantic as I was in getting it on me. Her hands fumbled on my dick, and I roughly pushed her off. I thought I might combust, and that was only a possibility inside of her. I moved on top of her and thrust inside, and both our gasps filled the room like a loud echo in an empty cave. Loud, long, and deep.
Fuck!I was never allowing her out of here. She was mine. Mine to fuck and mine to keep. I pulled her ass in and pushed her flat with one hand on her tits. Sweat beaded my forehead as I pumped. I wished I could say it was a long ride. But we were too wild. She squeezed my cock and came like a greedy woman, and I followed right behind her, throttling and chokingas my dick jerked inside her. That was single-handedly the most uncoordinated fucking I had ever done. But damn, it was good. Stuff that dreams were made of.
FLORINA
There wasn’t anything nice about this man. He was rough and brash with all his actions. Another woman wouldn’t have liked it. I wasn’t another woman.
There were no breaks. No recovery to come down. He fucked me, then shoved his head between my legs and ate my pussy. The dirtiness of this man licking our mixed juices was borderline ruthless, and I came so hard that the walls of my uterus echoed the aftermath for hours to come.
Before the night was done, he flipped me on my belly, lifted my ass, and fucked me from behind. Then he popped me on top of him and made me ride him hard and fast. Made?Who was I kidding?I wasn’t sure whose idea it was, but hot damn, was I loving it as much as he was.
My body ached and hummed in places I didn’t know I had. This coming from a girl who was used to being on the run constantly. It was a good thing, though, because my physical condition was made to keep up with his marathon sex drive. My bladder, not so much. I flopped off him to make for the bathroom, and his hand locked around my ankle and yanked me back. “Where the fuck do you think you are going?” His voice alone, all gruff and hoarse, made me want to eat his cock. If not for my bladder screaming for release.
“Need to pee.” I pushed his hand off, slid off the bed, and made my way to the bathroom, very aware that he was followingme. I was a wild girl. Used to so much shit that normal girls weren’t. Privacy was something I would have liked but never had. With this man, I didn’t even care to have it anymore. He leaned against the doorframe, watching me pee with dark emotion in his eyes.
“You are mine,” he muttered softly but sharp with intent.
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, got up, and flushed. I wasn’t anyone's. Unfortunately. No one ever wanted me enough for that. Not Tata. Not Mama. Not anyone. It didn’t stop me from wanting to be his, even though I knew it was a sex-filled delusion of his. I swayed my hips, trotted to the shower, and turned it to full blast. I was using his amenities to the max before he kicked me out. Before I could step in, I was pushed in and jammed between the wall and him. His cock jerked between my legs, and his scruff hit my neck. His voice was warm and hard, and it pierced my heart. “Say it. Say you are fucking mine.”
He lit a fever in me. It was hot and delusional and made me want things. Like want to hold on to him for eternity. God. I wanted to be his. More than anything. But he would tire of me and kick me out. I wasn’t going to give in to a sex-induced delusion, was I? “Yours.” I guess I was.
“You’ll never leave me,” he demanded.
“No.”
“Always be home to welcome me.”
“Yes.”
He pushed his throbbing dick inside. “Always take my cock.”
A ridiculous smile lit my face. “Yes.”
“Only my cock.” He bit my neck.
“Yes.”
“No sucking off anyone else,” he growled as his hands kept me pinned to the tiled wall.
“Only you.”
He pulled out and pushed in. He did it again and again. The water and his balls slapped against me. My hands pushed against the tiles. His nails scraped on my back, drawing a pattern I couldn’t keep track of. I was so close. Again. My legs trembled. Then he dropped his head next to my ear and said seven words that made me erupt. “I marked my name on your back.”
