Page 126 of The Mafia King's Reign
"Take it, baby," he says, pushing in to the hilt. The fullness is overwhelming, bordering on too much. He pulls out slowly, then drives back in, and I can barely catch my breath before he's doing it again.
"Fuck," he groans, his hands moving to my breasts, squeezing and kneading as he continues his relentless rhythm. His fingers find my nipples, pinching and rolling them until the pleasure-pain makes me arch into his touch.
Then his hand slides down, finding my clit, circling it with perfect pressure while he continues thrusting deep. The dual sensations—his thickness filling me, his fingers working my most sensitive spot, are overwhelming. Pleasure and pain blur together until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
"Harder," I hear myself beg, my voice barely recognizable.
His hips snap against me faster, his finger pressing down on my clit with more intensity. The coil inside me winds tighter and tighter until…
"Fuck! Salvatore… Oh." I come so hard my legs shake, my entire body convulsing with the force of it.
He pulls out, and before I can catch my breath, I feel him position himself differently. His hand moves down, spreading me.
"Wait." My voice is weak, still trembling from my release.
"Shh, baby. I've got you." His thumb circles slowly, preparing me, while his other hand keeps working my oversensitive clit. "You can take it. You can take all of me."
The pressure is intense as he pushes in slowly, carefully, giving my body time to adjust. The fullness is almost unbearable, toeing the line between pleasure and pain.
"Breathe," he commands, his voice strained with restraint. "Relax for me."
I try, focusing on his fingers still moving against my clit, using that pleasure to ease the intensity. Slowly, inch by inch, he slides deeper until he's fully seated.
"Fuck," he groans, his control clearly wavering. "So fucking tight, Valentina. So perfect."
He starts moving, slow at first, letting me adjust while his fingers maintain their rhythm on my clit. The combination is overwhelming, a completely different kind of fullness that has me gasping and trembling.
"That's it, baby. Take your King," he growls, his pace increasing slightly. "Every. Fucking. Inch."
The dual stimulation—his thickness pushing into me from behind while his fingers work magic on my clit—builds another climax impossibly fast.
"Hmmm, you want to come again, don't you, baby?"
"I can't, it's too much."
"You can," he insists, pressing down harder on my clit. "Come for me again. Let me feel you."
"Please, Salvatore, please come, baby."
His pace becomes punishing, relentless, chasing his own release with an intensity that steals my breath. Each thrustdrives deeper, harder, the sound of skin against skin echoing obscenely through the room.
I feel him swelling inside me, getting impossibly thicker as he gets closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Valentina." His voice breaks, control finally shattering.
The combination of his loss of control, the brutal pace, and his fingers still working my oversensitive clit—it's too much. An impossible orgasm tears through me, even more devastating than the last. My vision goes white. I can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but shake violently as wave after wave crashes over me.
His grip on my hips turns bruising, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks as he buries himself to the hilt one final time. I feel the hot rush as he empties himself deep inside me with a guttural roar that sounds almost animalistic.
We stay locked together, both trembling, hearts racing, as the aftershocks pulse through us. His chest heaves against my back, his breath hot and ragged against my neck.
For a long moment, we just lay there, enjoying one another.
His arms wrap around me, pulling me against his chest. "I could stay like this all day," he murmurs against my hair.
"We can't." Reality creeps back in, unwelcome. "I'm meeting Lindsay at eleven."
His body tenses slightly beneath me. "Right. Lindsay."
