Page 84 of Mafia Obsession

Nodding, Lourdes straddles me then slides her wet, throbbing pussy up and down my shaft.

“Oh my God,” she cries and throws her head back.

Unable to wait one more second, I fist my cock and line it up with her drenched slit. “Fuck me,” I rasp.

She eagerly slides down onto my length. My hands grip her firm, round ass cheeks until I’m buried to the hilt in the most amazing tight cunt I have ever felt around my cock.

She fucks me, bringing one leg forward for leverage. Her head dropped back, long blonde hair brushing my knees, and she moans uncontrollably.

Spread wide, I see her bulbous and smooth clit. I lick a finger and rub it. “Fuck, so hard.”

“Oh, Ares. I’m gonna come,” she whimpers. “Right there, don’t stop.”

I watch her fall apart, riding my cock. Her cunt squeezes around my shaft, strangling it. Drenching it. Owning it. Her back arches, thrusting nipples with hardened peaks at me. Her skin is so damn warm and rosy.

A fierce need to dominate her takes over. I stand up, keeping us connected, then put her on her back along the sofa, thrusting to stay inside her at the same time.

“I need to be rough right now. Tell me I can do that.”

Her eyes burn with the need to see me become an animal. “Be rough with me.”

Fucking Christ, I thrust my cock inside her again and again and watch as she unravels beneath me.

My cock is painfully hard, but I need to make her come again. Make her body know this is pleasure despite the violence in my thrusts. I want her to crave it. Craveme.

I spread her legs apart as far as they’ll go and thrust into her so hard that she moans my name.

“Ares, I’m coming again.” Lourdes clenches around me as she climaxes. Harder than the first time.

Sweat soaks my skin as her nails scratch down my back. I want the scars from this. Feeling marked by her, my orgasm tumbles over me and takes over. It’s so intense, I lose my sight for a few seconds.

Struggling to breathe, I take Lourdes so fucking hard until I almost lose consciousness. But she’s not on birth control.Fuck.

I pull out just before I climax, marking her stomach with my cum until I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her completely.

“Fucking fuck.” I suck down greedy gulps of air, so I don’t pass out. “Are you okay?” I ask, quickly taking inventory of her skin for bruises. Surely, I touched her too roughly. “Did I hurt you?”

She grins up at me, beaming. “Not even close.”

“Good. Gather your clothes. The next round will be in my bed.”

Chapter 31

Lourdes

Three days.

It’s been three days of sun on my skin and Ares’s mouth on every inch of my body.

Three days of mornings that begin with soft touches to rouse me from sleep, then something not so soft to fully wake me up.

The routine settled into my bones easily enough. Breakfast on the terrace or in the study. Walks on the beach in the afternoon. Swimming in the pool and more touching. Making me come in his mouth in his vineyard. It feels like a honeymoon. A fairy tale.

I’m waiting for reality to shatter whatever this is and send me back to the ugly reality that’s waiting for us back in New York.

The last few evenings, Ares has been sending Elani home early so he can cook for us. Last night we ate dinner on the boat and slept anchored far offshore. Ares made love to me all night.

Here in Santorini, I don’t see the feral man who left two bodies bleeding out on my living room floor. Without the responsibility of Zervas & Company, dealing with shady people at Club Wicked, or the pressure to open the Aurelian on time, he’s softer.