Page 90 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess

“You’re leading.”

“That doesn’t mean you become furniture.”

I caught the back of her neck and kissed her. Talia moaned into my mouth as her rhythm quickened.

“Keep touching me,” she said.

“I will.”

“Tell me I’m good at this.”

“You’re fucking perfect.”

Her eyes darkened. “Almost too sweet.”

“You want something dirtier?”

“Yes.”

I sped the circles over her clit. “You look beautiful riding my cock.”

Talia shuddered.

“Again.”

“Look at you taking exactly what you want.”

Her pussy clenched around me.

I held her more firmly as her rhythm faltered.

“Jonah.”

“I’ve got you.”

She drove herself down and cried out against my shoulder. Her pussy pulsed around my cock while I kept my fingers on her clit.

Talia clung to me, trembling until the tension eased from her thighs.

I kissed the side of her neck. “Need a second?”

“I’m excellent.”

“You answered a different question.”

“I was planning to praise it.”

She laughed against my skin, and the vibration tightened her around me.

I groaned.

Talia lifted her head. “You didn’t come.”

“No.”

“Because you were holding back.”

“Because you were leading.”