Mafia love

I’d never behaved that way before with anyone.

Here I was again, ready to indulge in Mr. Perfect.

He was that and so much more for me.

Luc set me down on the bed and proceeded to take off my shoes. I giggled when he threw them to the corner by the wardrobe. Next came my

pants. He tugged on my panties, and I had to smack his hands away at the memory of last night when he’d torn them off me.

“No, you crazy guy. I never really got to pack much of a bag and I’m not walking around the place with no panties in front of all these men.”

“You’re moving in with me when this is over,” he said, looming over me with a wicked smile on his face.

“Am I? I live in LA.”

“No, goddess, you lived in LA. You can visit your friends when you want, but you’re here with me. Chicago here.”

“Isn’t me moving in supposed to freak you out?”

“Nah, it would freak me out if you said no. I noticed you’re not saying no.”

“I didn’t say no.” I didn’t, and I wouldn’t.

“So, then you’re saying yes.”

“You seem to be the boss of me, so I guess I’m saying yes.”

At that he moved down to my panties, bit the edge, then tugged on the lace with his teeth. The sight was truly hot, and sexy.

His blue gaze flickered, then turned darker to a twilight blue. The sinful smirk that inched across his sensual lips made my mouth water.

I didn’t think he would do it, but using his teeth, he slid my panties all the way down, down, down my legs. I didn’t have to think hard to remember last night, and nothing on earth could make me forget how I’d felt. I craved it now, wanting the wild passion once more.

He shrugged out of his T-shirt and pants, leaving on his Calvin Kline boxers, but I could see the bulge of his erection fighting against the soft cotton.

I took in the masterpiece vision of him standing before me like a dark god ready to take me in whatever way he wanted.

His perfectly sculpted abs, the peaks and valleys of the dip of the muscles that lined his torso, and the tattoos.

The satisfied smile that danced on his lips as he looked at me spoke of hot, sexual promises that I wanted desperately.

He moved back to me and tugged on the hem of my camisole top, lifting it over my head as I sat up. Luc then undid the clasp of my bra and practically dove in to suck my breasts as they spilled out. I could never get enough of him, and he could do that to me forever.

I arched my back into his wild suckle, and we both fell back onto the bed. His lips soft and searching moved down my stomach and left a wake of fiery kisses that sizzled my skin. Sizzled and scorched me clean.

Down he went until he reached my core and licked at the sensitive skin of my entrance. When he pushed his tongue inside me and started licking, I knew this would be a replay of last night.

Just like then, he licked me in soft, even strokes that made desperate moans fall from my lips. Mindless moans of passion and bliss left me as the heat of desire washed over my body in a cascade of waves.

I was close to the edge. Riding on the wave of emotion that gripped me.

Luc pulled back and looked at me. Now the blue of his eyes was much darker. Dark with pleasure and sin.

“Not yet,” he taunted. “Hold it.”

God, I couldn’t. It felt like an assault of my emotions when I held it. I sucked in a breath and allowed him to continue working his magic on me.

Licking, sucking, teasing the hard, sensitive nub of my clit.

Jesus, I couldn’t take any more. “Luc, I can’t…”

He smiled wider and pushed his fingers inside me, pumping furiously.

Pumping and stroking, giving me a pleasure-filled torture.

“Come for me.”

The breath fell from my lips as I let go and pressed my head back into the pillows so I could handle the scorching orgasm that tore at my insides.

I cried out, crying his name and panting.

“We’ll do that again later,” he promised. “Time to take you.”

I shuffled upright and pulled in a breath. “Not yet. I want to taste you too.”

I wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave me, and I hadn’t done that in weeks. We always got to the stage where I was too weak from the endless pleasure he gave me that I couldn’t move after.

His face lit up at my request and brightened even more when I moved to him. He stepped back, and I pushed his boxers down his legs, unleashing the length of his massive, thick cock.

I dropped to my knees and smoothed my fingers over the base of his shaft and stroked down the length. I couldn’t help but watch in fascination as his face contorted in pleasure. It fascinated me that I could make a man like him feel that way. He ran his fingers through my hair when I licked the fat head of his cock and took him deep into my mouth.

“Fuck, Amelia. I live for this.”

And I was eager to please him. I sucked and licked, working him as I bobbed my head up and down, licking him clean and tasting him. He blew out a ragged breath and panted, then held my head closer, so I could take him deeper.

His cock grew, straining toward me, aching for release. I felt it, but still I continued and sucked hard. The pained look on his face encouraged me to continue, and continue I did, giving my man pleasure and hopefully soothing his worries away.

I loved him with my mouth, and I loved the taste of him.

“I can’t… God… fuck.” He reached down and grabbed my arm.

I thought we would fall back onto the bed but instead, he moved with me to the wall and pushed me up against it. I managed to catch my breath before he lifted my leg and guided his cock into me. I was already ready for him, so my body welcomed him as he slid in. I wrapped my leg around him and slipped my arms around his neck, giving him better access to pound into me. But what was best about this position was the fact that we could kiss while we got lost in the fast rhythm of his pumps.

The assault of his lips on mine, the hard, rough strokes that rocked my body, the dark heat of passion that melted me. Everything.

I had everything, and in that moment, this was all I wanted. He was all that I wanted.

His thrusts increased to the usual pace I’d gotten used to with him, trapping me in the torment of ecstatic bliss as he rutted into me, the lean beauty of his hips thrashing against me.

Although I was filled with him and he gave me so much, I wanted more.

My body begged for more, demanded more.

I relished the sounds of us echoing through the room. The sounds of our sweat-slicked bodies slapping against each other. The sounds of our moans and groans so loud and demanding. The sounds of my heart hammering in my chest.

Faster and faster he went, fucking me, riding me, and that was it. We both felt it. That relentless pull of the raw, primal need that consumed us. I had to wrap both my legs around his waist and grab on so hard to his shoulders that my fingernails dug into his skin and left a mark.

The orgasm that took me grabbed him too. I could feel it. He strained, then pounded home, bursting into me, and my body shuddered, bucking and

thrashing against his as we shared the release.

“Luc!” I cried, unable to hold in the emotion.

He cupped my face and reclaimed my lips, soul-kissing me and crushing me to him. Kissing the world away from existence. It all faded away, and love flowed through me like warm honey.