Bratva Sinner (A Possessive Mafia Romance)

Luke reached to and touched my cheek. I leaned against his hand and a flutter started in my gut, deep near my spine, in my bones. It was the thrill of him, of his fingers on my skin, of his gaze on my body, of knowing what he wants and wanting to give it to him.

“You know I can give you that.” He leaned closer and his lips brushed against my neck, moving back to my ear. “I can give you all that and a lot more, if you’ll only tell me what I want to hear.”

“What do you want to hear?”

He kissed my ear, then my neck, then moved closer to my lips. I felt a tingle and a jolt between my legs and I wanted to throw myself at him. I couldn’t wait, couldn’t stand dancing around this any longer.

“Tell me you want me.” He stared into my eyes, lips inches from mine. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want it.”

He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me, and it was like jumping into a freezing cold lake, the shock of his touch was so intense that an involuntary gasping moan echoed up from my throat. He grabbed me and pulled me over into his lap and I straddled him, my knees against the stone stoop, and felt his hard cock between my legs.

It was heaven and jolts of pleasure rocked up my spine as I rolled my hips along his length. He growled as his hand grabbed my ass and the other grabbed my hair, holding me there, pushing me down tighter against his cock. I moved my hips, grinding against him, and started panting into his mouth, gasping into the kiss as my pussy flared with incredible pleasure, so intense that I could barely stand it.

But his hands moved over my body, cupped my breasts, held my hips, squeezed my ass, and I loved the way he explored me like he loved every inch of my skin and wanted to touch it all. I moved faster, even though my knees ached from kneeling on stone, even though we were on his front stoop where anybody could walk past, or look out their window, or walk up from a car. I didn’t care, I only wanted him, his hands on me, his lips against mine, the pleasure blossoming between my legs as I ground my soaking pussy down against his hard cock.

He lifted me then and carried me into the house, barely kicking the door shut behind him. I gasped as he put me down then undressed me, pulling off my shirt and tossing it aside, his eyes blazing as he looked at my bare chest, my pink, hard nipples, his lips on my neck, his tongue licking my chest as my shorts came off, and his fingers slipped between my legs, gliding up and down my soaked slit.

I moaned in ecstasy as he bit a nipple and slid his fingers deep inside of me. I shivered as he teased my clit then dropped to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs, his tongue lapping me up, kissing along the folds of my pussy before spreading me wide and tonguing and sucking my clit. I grabbed his hair, head thrown back. I’d never had a man kneel like this before, but he lifted one leg up and licked me faster, luxuriating in me, sucking me like he loved the taste of my dripping spot.

He pushed me back against the couch. I fell back, sprawling and naked, legs open and glistening for him. He stood in front of me and I sat forward, his eyes locked on mine. I pulled down his gym shorts and took his massive, hard cock in both of my hands, marveling at his thick tip and the long, bulging veins. He growled his pleasure as I stroked him, sitting on the edge of the couch, then took him into my mouth, licking around his cock, then plunging him deep into my throat, before moving back and sucking him fast.

“From the moment I saw you, I knew I’d have you,” he whispered, pulling my hair and looking me in the eyes. “I’d just killed your father, and all I could think about was fucking you. Do you think that’s sick?”

“Yes,” I moaned as he pushed my mouth back down his cock. I spread my legs and teased myself, getting my fingers slick as I rolled them up and down my slit. Pleasure bloomed and I moaned as I sucked his cock.

“Good. I want you to be a little afraid of me, my princess. I want to make you feel good, but I need you to know who is in control. When you’re mine, Cara, all of you is mine, every inch of your body, from that tight, beautiful ass, to that gushing wet little cunt, to those gorgeous little breasts and your pink nipples, to those lips, and that tongue, and those eyes.” He pushed me down his length and let out a groan. “When you’re mine, Cara, you’re all mine, and I’m a very generous man.”