Gemma: A Mafia Forbidden Romance

I quiver at his words. He keeps going, gathering my wetness and swirling it around my clit. A moan escapes my lips which only serves to make him happier, cockier.

“You like that?”

I nod my head in response.

“I need you to use your words baby, or I’ll stop.”

“

Yes,” I whisper breathlessly.

“Mmm,” he hums, his lips pressed against my ear. “Tell me how much you like it, Princess, and I’ll make you come.”

“It feels so good.” My head is spinning already, his fingers circle over my clit and the stimulation combined with his dirty mouth is going to make me fall over the edge. I can’t remember the last time someone touched me there, I think it was before. Before my whole world fell apart.

“Try harder,” he whispers, and the threat of losing my relief is too much.

“Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop, baby. It feels so good.” I’m panting, my knees begin to buckle but Liam holds me steady.

“Say my name. Who's doing this to you?”

“You, baby. Fuck, Liam.”

“Come for me.”

At his demand, I do, the wave of my orgasm crashes over me in pure bliss. My back arches and my toes curl as I throw my head back and cry out his name.

When I open my eyes my breathing is ragged and Liam is holding me.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, kissing me lightly over my cheek, my lips, my forehead. He lays me back on the bed, spreading my legs apart. “You gonna be good for me, Princess?”

When I nod, he quickly leans forward, flipping me over and slapping my ass hard. He grips my hair and pulls my head back turning it enough so I can see him. “Use your words, Princess.”

“Yes.”

“What are you going to be?” he taunts, and his words make my pussy fucking weep.

“Your good girl.” I say through ragged breaths.

He smiles, “Yeah, baby.”

He keeps me in this position, but pulls my ass up higher for him. Slipping my panties down, I feel him bring the head of his cock to my entrance.

I peek back at him over my shoulder. With his shirt off I can see the tattoos that span his chest, his strong muscles forming lines on his chest and abs. He has a look of determination spread across his face. “You ready, Princess?”

“Yeah.” I pant.

With that he pushes his thick member into me, he’s slow at first, letting me get used to the feeling of him inside me. I moan, feeling full as he stretches me.

He pulls out and thrusts back in quicker, picking up his pace. I begin to match his every thrust, relishing the feeling of him inside me. I yelp when his hand makes contact with my ass, but I love the sting of it.

The feeling of him taking me.

Owning me.

“Yeah, Princess.” He breaths above me. “Such a good girl for me, hmm?”

“Fuck, Liam.” I moan. He picks up his pace, becoming more erratic.