Page 73 of The Mad Don
“I’m going back to my room.”
He catches me before I’m off the bed and wraps both arms around me from behind, pulling me back against his chest. His breath is warm at the back of my neck.
“Stay,” he says into my hair. “Please.”
I don’t understand him tonight- the softness. I don’t understand it, and worse than that, I like it, and I know better than to like it. A man like him is not gentle for no reason. There is always a reason. There is always a thing underneath.
I breathe out.
“I was going to tell you something. About —”
He kisses my cheek. His lips are warm and dry against my skin. He turns me in his arms and pulls me in and holds me.
“We’ll talk tomorrow. I swear I’ll listen. Please,Lupa.” The plea in his voice cracks something open inside me. I nod, and he kisses me again, his mouth on mine with a tenderness that steals the air from my lungs. His lips are soft yet firm, tasting of the red wine from dinner mixed with the clean hint of mint from his toothpaste. I part my lips, and his tongue slides in, stroking mine in unhurried, deep caresses. I haven’t let myself admit how much I craved this exact taste, this exact closeness.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. My hands slide down the bare expanse of his back, tracing the strong lines of muscle, the faint raised scars I now know by heart. He moans softly into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, and the kiss deepens. His hands drag down my sides, slipping under my shirt to stroke the bare skin of my waist, my ribs, then higher. He cups my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they tighten into aching, sensitive peaks. I arch into his touch with a gasp.
“You feel good,” he moans into my mouth.
He pulls my shirt up and off, then tugs his own discarded shirt over my head instead. The fabric still carries his warmth and scent, draping loosely around my body and falling to my thighs.He lays me back against the pillows, covering me with his body while keeping most of his weight on his forearms. His mouth trails down my neck, sucking gently at my pulse point before his teeth graze my earlobe. A shiver races through me as he nips and licks the sensitive shell of my ear, his hot breath sending sparks down my spine.
He pushes the borrowed shirt up, exposing my breasts. His lips close around one nipple, hot and wet, sucking slowly and deeply while his tongue circles and flicks the stiff peak. Pleasure shoots straight between my legs.
“Giovanni,” I gasp. He lavishes the same attention on the other, licking, sucking, gently biting until both nipples are glistening, swollen, and throbbing. I’m trembling beneath him, wetness slicking my thighs.
His hand slips between my legs. His fingers find me soaked. He strokes my folds gently, circling my clit with his thumb before sliding one thick finger inside me. He soothes me with more kisses, deep-tasting kisses that make my head spin while adding a second finger, curling them slowly, stroking that sensitive spot inside until pleasure sparks bright and sharp. He fingers me patiently, thumb on my clit, until I’m rocking against his hand, panting into his mouth.
“Lupa, can I fuck you?”
I look at him, and I want to tell him it’s my first time, but what if he stops? So, I nod. He smiles and kisses me again, then sheds the rest of his clothes and settles between my spread thighs. Hiscock is thick and hard, the heavy length pressing hot against my entrance. He kisses me again.
“Look at me,Lupa,” he whispers.
I meet his eyes. He enters me. I yelp in pleasure and pain.
The stretch is immediate and intense. I hiss sharply as the broad head of his cock breaches me. It hurts, a sharp, stinging pressure that makes my eyes water. He pauses, holding perfectly still, kissing away the tears that slip down my temples. Inch by slow inch, he sinks deeper. I feel every thick vein, every ridge as he fills me for the first time. The fullness is overwhelming, almost too much. Then comes the sharp flash of pain as he pushes through my virginity — warm blood trickles, smearing against the hem of his shirt bunched between us.
He looks at me. “It’s your first time?”
I nod, and he kisses my forehead.
“Breathe,” he murmurs against my lips, voice strained with the effort of holding back. “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”
He stays buried to the balls, not moving, just kissing my mouth, my cheeks, my eyelids, my neck while his hand strokes my side and thigh soothingly. Gradually, the burning ache fades into a deep, throbbing fullness. When I shift my hips, testing, a spark of unexpected pleasure cuts through the discomfort. He feels so big inside me, stretching me wide, pressing against everysensitive wall. The sensation is strange, intimate, and… good. So good I whimper.
“You like it,Lupa?”
I nod. “I like it,” I gasp.
Only then does he begin to thrust, and it’s the gentle roll of his hips. Each thrust is deep, grinding against that perfect spot inside me. Pleasure builds, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer.
After several long, tender minutes, he kisses me deeply and whispers, “Turn over for me,Lupa.”
He helps me roll onto my stomach. I feel him behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he guides me up onto my knees, keeping my chest pressed to the mattress. His shirt still drapes over my back. He enters me again from this deeper angle. The new position makes him feel even bigger, the head of his cock dragging against entirely new places inside me with every thrust. I moan loudly into the pillow, gripping the sheets. It feels incredible, fuller, more intense, the angle letting him hit that sensitive spot over and over.
He leans over me, one hand braced beside my head, the other reaching around to cup and squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple as he kisses and bites gently at my ear and the back of my neck. His thrusts stay steady and loving, deep and rhythmic, his hips pressing flush against my ass with every stroke. The wetsounds of our bodies meeting fill the room along with my moans and his low groans of pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” I cry into his mouth.
