Page 177 of The Mafia King's Reign
"I know what you need." He pulls his hand away and I whimper at the loss. "And you'll get it when I'm ready to give it to you."
He strips off his shirt, then his shorts, and then he's over me, his weight pressing me into the blanket, his cock hard and heavy against my thigh.
"Look at me," he says.
I do.
"There you are," he says quietly.
And then he's inside me in one brutal thrust and the sound I make is ripped completely out of me.
"Fuck—Salvatore—"
"That's it." His voice is rough. "Say my name."
He doesn't give me time to adjust. He pulls back and slams into me again, setting a pace that's hard and deep and utterly unrelenting.
One hand braces beside my head. The other grips my hip, holding me in place, angling me exactly how he wants me.
"You feel so fucking good," he groans. "So tight. So perfect."
I can't speak. I can only hold onto him, my nails digging into his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist as he takes me apart with ruthless precision.
"More," I manage.
"More?" He slows, rolling his hips in a way that hits something devastating inside me. "Like this?"
"No—faster—please—"
"Ask nicely."
"Salvatore—"
He stops completely.
"Ask. Nicely."
I'm panting, desperate, on the edge of something massive. "Please. Please fuck me. Please don't stop."
His smile is wicked. "Good girl."
And then he gives me what I asked for.
He fucks me into the sand, hard and fast and perfect, and when I come it's with his name in my throat and my vision whiting out at the edges, pleasure crashing through me in waves that don't seem to end.
He doesn't stop. He fucks me through it, chasing his own release, and when he finally comes he buries his face in my neck and groans my name like a prayer.
For a long moment we just breathe, tangled together, the sound of the waves loud around us.
Then he lifts his head and looks at me, and there's something soft in his eyes, something unguarded.
"Hi," he says.
I laugh, breathless. "Hi."
He kisses me, slow and sweet, and I taste salt and sun and us.
"Ready for round two?" he asks against my mouth.
