Gemma: A Mafia Forbidden Romance

The girl at the counter doesn’t hand me the key fast enough. Once I have the card in my hand, I yank Gemma toward the elevator, blocking another couple from entering with us. She smiles as the doors close.

“I like you like this,” she whispers.

“Fuck.” I push her back against the wall of the elevator. This hotel is small, only four floors, so I don’t have much time but I’m not about to waste a single minute with her. I dive right into her mouth and she meets me there. I nip her bottom lip and then suck on it and she moans at the actions. I kiss her and she opens up for me, meeting every stroke of my tongue. I give and she takes. She kisses me back like my kiss is giving her life. Like she was dead before me and this kiss is everything.

And maybe it is.

Maybe Gemma and I together are better than either of us alone. We don’t fucking complete each other, we enhance each other. We breath life into the other one, giving each other the strength to fucking get out of bed in the morning and live another day. More than that, take the fucking day by storm.

The elevator door opens, revealing the scene to another couple. They stare at us with eyes wide, mouths agape. I wink at them as I drag her from the elevator and she only chuckles.

Fuck ‘em.

Haven’t they ever seen two people that can’t keep their hands off each other before?

I pull Gemma into our hotel room, slamming the door behind us. She smiles at me, teeth showing, lips curved. Her eyes are shining. She looks happy and fucking beautiful.

I push her back against the door and let my hands roam. I want to feel every inch of her beneath my palms. I slip the cardigan over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She has on a skimpy tank top underneath it and frees up her arms for my exploration. Her skin is as soft as silk. I pull off her tank top next dropping it to the floor to join her cardigan. She shimmies out of the tight mini skirt, making a show of it for me. Left in only a black bra and matching panties paired with her skimpy heels.

She smiles at me, a lovely sight. “Your turn.” She simpers.

I don’t hesitate, dropping my jacket on the floor and kicking off my boots. She pulls my white crew neck over my head and fumbles with the buttons of my jeans. Once she has them undone she slides the denim down my legs and gets on her knees.

She looks up at me through those thick lashes while I step out of my jeans.

“Fuck,” I hiss when her hands reach for my cock, freeing it from my boxers.

She wastes no time, immediately wrapping her lips around the head of my dick and sucking. She takes my whole length into her throat, pausing when she gets to the base, giving me a moment to appreciate how elegantly she takes me.

I fist a handful of her hair, pulling her up with it and then pushing her back down, helping her take me in that beautiful mouth of hers. I finally have to yank her back before I come in her throat, I don’t want this to end too quickly. I want to savor this, enjoy every damn second of it.

I lead her to the bed, laying her back on it and spread her legs. She props herself up on her elbows, watching me as I climb between her thighs.

She has a sheen of sweat coating her skin and her black hair is tangled. She looks at me with a sly, excited smile.

I use my fingers to spread her lips and coat them in her juices. “So fucking wet for me, Princess. Did sucking my cock turn you on?”

She blushes, a pink heat rising to her cheeks and chest. A magnificent sight. “Yes,” she pants.

“Beautiful,” I tell her, and I mean it. Every inch of her is beautiful, from her pink cheeks to her pink pussy—she is brilliant.

I dive into her pussy, licking up her slit until I reach her clit.

I suck the sensitive nub between my lips before drawing lazy circles with my tongue.

“Fuck, Liam,” she moans, fisting the back of my head to pull me closer to her.

I love the sounds she makes with my head between her thighs.

“God, yes,” she moans, as I flick my tongue over her clit.

My love is her fucking religion.

One more flick of my tongue and she’s crashing over the edge, falling into the flames of her orgasm, letting it light up her body.

I watch her pant, and come down from her high. I lick her off my lips first, then my fingers before I crawl up the bed, hovering over her.

“Not done yet, baby.” I whisper, planting sweet kisses over her collarbone and up her neck.