The Mafia and His Obsession: Part 1 (Tainted Hearts 4)

Pulling out, I thrust back into her willing body. Her heat enveloped me once more, and I never wanted to leave her pussy. Being inside her was the best fucking feeling and a blessing. She was tight and responsive, perfect, and mine.

I groaned as her pussy clenched around me. I pulled out and push back in. I suckled at the tender flesh behind her ear and on her neck. My body molded the back of hers as I continued to pound her.

Our fucking was almost animalistic. Rough and deep. I didn’t care. I just needed my cock deep inside her cunt so she could feel me for days.

I wanted her to feel me tomorrow morning and have her pussy wet with her honey just at the thought of us fucking.

Her body quivered, and I knew she was close. My cock swelled inside her tight warmth. My hand gripped the front of her neck, and I pulled her head back. With my lips touching her forehead, I pulled out and thrust back in one last time.

Valerie shuddered with her orgasm. She bit on her lips to keep from screaming, and I closed my eyes at the sensation, the feel of her milking my cock as I pumped my cum inside her.

Only our breathing could be heard. Our skin was drenched with our sweat, our cum leaking from between us. Valerie sagged into the mattress, her body limp.

My fingers went between her legs, where we were still joined. Her inner thighs were coated with her juices and my cum. Rubbing two fingers over her skin, I gathered our mixed essence.

Valerie opened her eyes when I brought my fingers to her lips. She stared at me with a small, tired smile. “Suck,” I ordered. Her lips parted, and she lazily sucked at my fingers, tasting us. She hummed in response, and her eyes closed again.

I pulled out and we both groaned at the loss. Quickly going to the bathroom, I cleaned up and came back with some paper towels. After making sure Valerie was comfortable in bed again, I cleaned between her legs.

I got into bed too, and Valerie curled into my side. A happy sigh escaped past her lips. With an arm over my stomach, she laid her head on my shoulder and made herself comfortable, as if my embrace was her home.

We stayed like this for a long time, silent and just basking in the afterglow. I thought she had fallen asleep until I felt her move. She slid down a little and rolled over, half of her body covering mine. Crossing her arms over my chest, she settled her chin on them and stared up at me.

I was transfixed, ensnared in her soft gaze. Valerie’s lips were quirked up to the side in a small smile as she stared at me in complete adoration.

My fingers traced a path up her cheek and pushed her hair behind her ear. Her smile widened at the simple action.

“You are so sweet to me, Viktor.”

Her whispered confession had my heart clenching and racing. “For the longest time, I didn’t know how to be sweet. Someone taught me that. She made me realize what it means to feel. But still, I had kept it locked inside. It was not my place to feel. But when I am with you, you bring out the side that I didn’t know I had. With you, I can let go and feel whatever I want.”

Because you are mine.

Valerie cocked her head to the side curiously, but she didn’t ask for more. She took what I was giving her—little bits of me. But what she didn’t realize…slowly, I was giving her everything of me.

We were quiet for some time again. Staring at each other and lost in each other. I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her to me. “Tell me about your sister.”

Valerie sighed, and a faraway look appeared in her gaze. “Malory was always more cheerful. Loud. A happy kid. She was very kind. I remember once we found a bird in our yard. Its wings were severely broken, and it appeared dead. I told her maybe we should bury it, but she insisted on taking care of it and nursing it back to health. I was very sure it would die in a few hours, but Malory didn’t give up. She nursed it back…and a few days later, we had a happy bird. It couldn’t fly again, but they became best friends quickly.”

Valerie continued to tell me stories about her little sister. How much she loved animals. Malory loved singing and had a beautiful voice but hated dancing, while Valerie was the opposite. She was bubbly, while Val was quiet and reserved. The sisters were almost the opposite in everything, yet they were inseparable.

“We have the same nose and eyebrows, but other than that, we don’t look very much alike. She has bright blue eyes, and her blonde hair is very light, almost platinum, while mine is a darker shade of blonde. She has fuller lips. Malory is my beautiful doll,” Valerie said. “She is so precious.”