The Mafia And His Angel: Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 2)

When she nodded, I quickly rolled us around and positioned myself between her spread thighs before thrusting deep inside of her. A gasp whispered across her parted lips, and I placed a kiss there. “Keep your eyes on me. It’s only me. Just me. No one else but me.”

I gave a tentative push, and she moaned, her back arching up. “Don’t let go of me,” I whispered. Ayla nodded, and her hands frantically moved to my shoulders as I thrust inside of her again. Resting deep inside her tight pussy, my muscles tightened with the need to come.

I pulled back slightly before pushing back in. Taking her legs, I pushed them upward until the soles of her feet rested on the bed and she was wide open to me. I picked up the pace, my movement urgent as we both raced toward our release. Faster and deeper, we found a rhythm, our bodies moving together.

I wanted this to last longer, but I knew she was close. I was too, my cock swelling inside her, stretching her tight walls.

She moaned, her nails biting into my back. Her body was strung tight, her muscles corded together with tension and intense pleasure. Her eyes begged me for release, and I gladly gave it to her.

Grasping her ass, I tilted her hips upward, slamming inside of her, my pelvis pressing against her clit. She gasped, and then I felt her clench tightly around me as she came. Her body quivered with her release, and her face softened, her eyes turning glassy.

Her tight pussy sucked me deeper into her, driving me insane. Thrusting into her one last time, I found my release too. I jerked inside her, my fingers tightening on her thighs in a bruising grip. Our eyes stayed connected as we came, and that was the most intimate moment in my life.

This was more than just fucking. It was more. It meant more. I didn’t fuck her. I made love to her, something I’ve never done before.

But Ayla was everything.

She was an Angel. She deserved more than just a simple fuck. She deserved sweet loving.

I didn’t think I could feel this way, but with Ayla, I had no control of my feelings. She overwhelmed my senses, surrounding me with her sweet, gentle soul. She made me feel.

Collapsing on top of her soft body, I buried my face in her neck as we both rode our orgasms, both of us lost in this raw bliss. No words were spoken. They weren’t needed.

My breathing was harsh to my own ears as my heart pounded rapidly and loudly against my ribcage, matching Ayla’s. Placing a kiss over her bare shoulder, I lifted my head and stared down into her hazy green eyes. “Are you okay?”

She hummed. I had worn her out.

Letting out a chuckle at her lack of words, I eased out of her, and her eyes closed with a sigh, her body going limp. Smiling, I gave her a quick peck on the nose and rolled off the bed.

I made my way to the washroom and rolled the condom off me, dropping it into the bin beside the counter. I soaked a towel and cleaned myself before returning to the room with another warm towel.

Ayla was still in the same position I left her, and I couldn’t help but smile. I could go all night, but she wasn’t ready for that yet.

Kneeling on the bed beside her, I cleaned the mess we made between her thighs. She smiled groggily at me before closing them again. Shaking my head with a low chuckle, I went to the bathroom and threw the towel into the basket.

I joined her in bed again and wrapped my arms around Ayla, pulling her into my body. Her body cocooned into mine, and my heart thumped to a strange beat. “Sleep, Ayla,” I told her softly.

I watched Ayla’s eyes flutter closed, and almost immediately she was asleep, her breathing soft and even. My arm tightened around her waist, and she snuggled tighter into me, a sigh of contentment escaping past her lips.

I stroked a hand through her hair, my fingers softly gliding behind her back. After everything she had been through, she trusted me. But there was a fear instilled inside of me. I had no control over what I felt for Ayla.

The thought of having any type of feelings for any woman almost paralyzed me. I couldn’t allow it. It couldn’t happen. History couldn’t repeat itself.

But it was too late.

Ayla had become my weakness. My only weakness. A weakness I couldn’t have.

Even though this fear was constant in my mind, it was a fight I couldn’t win. I had tried to steel myself, building a wall between Ayla and myself. But she had broken those walls.

Without even doing much, she had made her way into my heart. Ayla had won. No matter how hard I tried to hold back, I was lost in her. Completely and deeply lost in her.