Page 28 of Hot for Her Italian Mafia
“Fuck me, Luca,” I order. “Make me a woman. Take me, break me, do whatever the hell you want.”
CHAPTER 17
Luca
Her words tickle my brain and unleash the beast that I’ve managed to hold back until now. Every thrust, slow or otherwise, into her warm, tight cunt has made it harder and harder to still the monster fighting its way to the surface, and now she’s all but gone and set him free.
“Say the words I need to hear.” The sentence struggles to leave my lips. I’ve dreamed about this moment from the second I set eyes on her. I’ve pictured our bodies entwined a thousand times over, allowed my mind to wander to filthy depths and dance with depravity. But I need to hear her say it. To tell me that she’s mine. To understand that I’ve claimed her, and I’m not the sort of man who gives up what’s his easily. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me that you’ll only cum on this cock from now on.”
Desperation isn’t my style, but when it comes to Josie, I can’t help but wear it like a three-piece suit. And she doesn’t even have to say it for me to know it's true. I can see it on her face, in her actions, the way she speaks, moves, and flaunts herself for me. Josie is mine. Claimed long before I needed to put those thoughts into the world.
But I have to hear it from her. I need to see her eyes glow up at the thought of being mine, the same way I burn for her.
With every motion of my body, Josie spasms in intense pleasure. She recoils to start, struggling to accept my entirety. But the short passage of time it took her body to adjust to my size has changed her from frightful to cock hungry. She wants to speak, utter the words I need to hear, but she’s choking on moans and the sheer intensity of this rapturous satisfaction.
“I’m yours,” she says, while nails claw into my back to pull me into her. “Yours alone.” She kisses me but breaks it quickly to continue speaking. “My body aches for you. My mind yearns for you.” She sucks my lower lip into her mouth, sinking her teeth into it lightly. “Your cock is the only one I need.” She smirks, kissing along my jawline and stopping right next to my ear. “You are the only man I want. The only man I need.”
Her words and actions send me to my breaking point. My body reacts without the need for input from my mind. The transformation happens all at once. The tender movement of my hips is replaced by the raw, primal instincts imbued deep inside my mind. Heavy thrusts, overzealous and over-eager to pump cum into Josie.
Pleasure, and Lord knows her pussy squeezing my meat is of the highest kind, be damned. My hands move from Josie’s breasts down to her hips. Grabbing them firmly and using her arched back as leverage, I pull her into my wild thrusts.
Josie’s eyes roll to the back of her head and a hand darts between her legs, working her clit while my cock slams into her. A cacophony of pleasure explodes into the room. Sounds of sheer delight emit from my woman. From me, heavy grunted breaths rip straight from my lungs, deep within my chest, and escape from the back of my throat.
“Yes, fuck me,” she moans. “Don’t stop. Just like that.”
Cliché as it might be, filthy words drive me so close to the edge.
She squeals and howls, giggles and groans, while beads of sweat form against my brow. I’m not a stranger to a tough workout, but I’ve never felt as physically exerted as I do with fucking Josie. It’s like if I don’t give it my all, screw her good and solid, my body will cease to work in the sheer embarrassment of my actions.
“You’re so tight.” I mean it as a compliment, but also a warning. The circles she rubs against her clit only apply more pressure to my sensitive areas. She’s pushing me closer and closer to….
“Fuck,” I roar, feeling myself reaching the end. I don’t want it to stop, but I couldn’t control my body if I wanted to. It’s moving on its own path, thrusting and driving to release.
To filling Josie’s womb full of my seed.
The thought of breeding her is the final nail in the coffin. Delivering my firstborn child to her here on this most magical of nights tightens every muscle in my body. The quick, heavy bursts from my hips start to slow with paced, powerful thrusts as my balls drain inside Josie.
Without warning from either, I feel her walls tighten around my shaft and liquid explode over my pelvis. Synchronicity of body and mind, without the need to mention, we reach our release together.
Panting and heaving, Josie thrusts her hips, taking my full length inside of her, not wanting to miss a single drop of what my cock’s offering. My limbs become weak, frail, and I struggle to hold myself up while exacerbated whimpers leave my mouth.
I knew it would be amazing. There was never a doubt in my mind. But what I never could have imagined was how she’d break me—mind, body, and soul.
When I’ve hit full release, my muscles give in and I crumble on top of a giggling Josie. She flings her arms around my body, wriggling her body in absolute elation. She giggles the whole way through it, with such childlike glee it fills my heart to the brim with warmth.
“Anyone ever told you how amazing you are?” She’s shouting without a care in the world.
No. The only people who compliment me are the sort of men you wouldn’t want across you from the table.
“Amazing? Maybe,” I say, fighting to catch my breath. “But the mantle of perfection weighs heavy on your head, my little lamb.”
CHAPTER 18
Josie
Ispent the night at Luca’s place, and we spent most of our day coiled up in his bed. We kissed, we laughed, we fucked, but as day turned to night, the realities of life came knocking back on my door.
Luca insisted I call in sick for my shift at the Sunken Sailor, that I spend another night in his arms. And I’d have loved to. I’ve given myself to him, in mind, body, and spirit, but there will always be a part of me that feels responsible for my folks.