Antonio ( Underworld Mafia Romance 3)

“You really know how to get a man all worked up, don’t you?”

Before I can answer, Antonio’s lips descend on mine. His tongue enters my mouth as he pins me against the wall. The tiles feel cold against my back.

His hand starts moving between my legs. His fingers find my sensitive nub and start to rub it. My knees tremble.

Antonio sucks on the tip of my tongue as his other hand caresses my breast. His thumb rubs against the peak and then he twists it gently as he claims my mouth anew. Under the skillful sorcery of his hands and his tongue, heat races through my veins. I can feel myself trembling, swelling, melting. I clutch his hair and dig my nails into his shoulder as I moan into his mouth.

Antonio’s fingers continue to tease me as he tugs on my lower lip. He plants a kiss on the side of my neck then drags his lips to my shoulder and then down to the breast he’s been playing with.

When the tip of his tongue grazes my stiff nipple, I gasp. He licks it thoroughly then traps it between his lips and pulls at the same time he twists my nub. My toes curl. My sex starts to tingle and ache. I feel it weep.

Finally, Antonio slips his fingers in – two of them at the same time. His lips wrap around my swollen breast and he sucks. I moan.

I grip his shoulders as he puts another finger in. I can barely stand. My legs won’t stop shaking. My head starts to spin.

How is it possible to experience this much pleasure from just a man’s mouth and fingers?

But that’s exactly what I’m feeling – pleasure beyond imagination. When Antonio’s fingers start to move inside me as his other hand teases my nub, the pleasure proves to be too much. My cry bounces off the tiles as I throw my head against the wall. My back arches. My nails dig into skin.

Antonio’s hands and mouth withdraw, giving me but a moment’s reprieve. Then he strokes my cheek as he kisses me once more. His other hand goes behind me, squeezing half my ass as he pulls me against him. His hard cock brushes against my belly.

Unable to resist, I wrap my fingers around it and stroke. Antonio grunts and pulls away.

“What am I going to do with you?” he asks me hoarsely.

I give him a mischievous grin as I stroke his cock once more. “You know what.”

He grips my wrist. “You asked for it.”

Antonio lifts one of my legs. Then he penetrates me slowly.

I grip his arms and take deep breaths as my body adjusts to his thick cock. My forehead rests on his shoulder.

Suddenly, he brings his lips against my ear. “Hold on.”

What?

Before the meaning of his words can sink into my head, Antonio lifts my other leg. My arms wrap around him.

His cock fills me to the brim with one thrust and I let out a cry. My quivering legs wrap around him as well.

He steps back so that my back is no longer pressed against the wall. Then he grips my ass and starts jerking his hips. With each thrust, I feel his cock deep inside me. It pushes against spots I never knew existed. Cries spill from my lips. Tears bead at the corners of my eyes.

Antonio grunts against my shoulder as he pounds into me. I cling to him as I tremble and cry, which is about all I can do. I’m completely at the mercy of his cock.

As he moves faster, I start to grow dizzy. Just when I think I’m about to pass out, he buries himself even deeper inside me. His hands clench my ass. His mouth sucks on my neck.

The power and depth of Antonio’s final thrust causes me to snap a second time. My nails rake his back as I tremble. I squeeze my eyes shut and tears trickle down my cheeks.

For a moment, I feel numb, lost. When my senses recover, I feel the cold tiles behind my back once more. Antonio’s cock leaves my body and my legs drop. The soles of my feet touch the wet floor.

I can’t stand, though, so I lean on Antonio. He wraps his arms around me and I rest my head against his chest. It rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath.

When he’s done that, he pulls me under the showerhead. The warm water rains on the top of my head and cascades down my skin. I close my eyes and stay still, relishing the warmth of both the water and Antonio’s skin.

“Are you okay?” he asks me as he lifts my chin.

I open my eyes to look at him. “I’m fine.”

“Sure?”

“No,” I answer.

His eyes narrow in concern.

“I’m exhausted but satisfied. Completely satisfied.”