Bratva Sinner (A Possessive Mafia Romance)

She smiled and I ran my hand up her leg, along her smooth calf, toward her gorgeous thighs. Her eyes were hooded as she stared down at me, and I leaned toward her, hand moving up toward that warm, slick spot between her legs. She shifted her hips, opening her legs as I slipped up on top of her. She sucked in a breath and grinned up at me, her hands on my back.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey, yourself.” I flipped my fingers down the front of her panties and ran a tip along her lips, tracing her lines. She was wet already. “What have you been thinking about?”

“Only very chaste and appropriate things.”

I smirked and bit her lower lip hard as I sank two fingers deep inside of her. “I doubt you do chaste or appropriate.”

“Please, compared to you, I’m an angel.”

“And I guess I’m the devil then, but I think you like that.” I kissed her, teasing her pussy, rolling my fingers back along her clit. She shimmied her hips and let out soft, gasping moans, and my cock strained against my pants, my heart beating wildly.

She had this effect on me, this impossible to quantify pull, like she was a cliff and all I wanted to do was dive off her into the deep waters of her pleasure, of her skin and lips and tongue. She made me feel alive, like a man, like I wanted to be better than I already was—to give her even more than I could’ve if I never tried to outgrow myself. I wanted to sink inside of her and lose myself between her legs, because that was the only way to outrun all the fucked-up things I’ve done.

It was like if I could make her happy, give her pleasure, then all the mistakes could be fixed, all my sins atoned for. She was my way out, and I couldn’t let it go.

I kissed her faster, fingers teasing and sliding in slow circles around her soaked and swollen clit as my other hand moved up her shirt, teased her breasts, then grabbed her left wrist and pinned it above her head. I wanted to take her and make her mine, show her what a man felt like as I held her down and slid my thick cock between her legs. I wanted to hear that incredible moan and watch her breasts shake as she took shuddering, gasping breaths, as her back arched and her pussy clenched down in a wild and mind-breaking orgasm.

“Is this what you stayed up late for?” she whispered as I pulled her shirt off and threw it onto the floor.

“I’d stay up late for this every night, princess.” I shimmied her shorts off and exposed her damp, black panties. I pulled them aside and exposed her gorgeous pink pussy. She gasped when I spread her lips then licked her, tonguing her slow and tasting her before sinking fingers inside and licking her clit. She grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter, and I loved the way she gasped and whispered my name as I sucked her and worked her pussy.

“God, I didn’t know I could love this so much,” she said, moaning in this high-pitched groan. “I didn’t realize I could get off just from your lips and your fingers.”

“You just haven’t had a man that knows what he’s doing.” I teased her some more, wanting her right on that edge. Her eyes flashed down to meet mine and I saw all the fear, the insecurity, and the lust, the need, the want, the pleasure and the pain reflected back at me. I kept my fingers buried inside and moved up to kiss her.

She kissed me back with a furor, tasting herself on my tongue.

“You think you know?” she whispered.

I laughed, pulled back, and grabbed her hips. I turned her around and got her ass up in the air. She gasped, looking back, as I licked her pussy from behind, tonguing her all over. She groaned and wiggled her hips, and I teased that clit, tasting it then rolling my fingers around it as I sank my tongue inside her. She groaned and bit down on the arm of the couch, and I couldn’t take much more, couldn’t handle the lean muscles in her back and her tight, pink nipples.

I pulled off my shirt, my pants, my boxer briefs. She let me peel her panties off, lying flat on her stomach, and I kissed her shoulders, my cock wedged between her ass, kissed her back, then pulled her hips up again and teased her soaked entrance with the tip of my hard, thick cock.

She kissed me over her shoulder as I sank myself inside. I covered her breasts with my hands and she knelt up, my cock between her legs, kissing me with a need that bordered on greedy, until I pushed her back down and began to fuck her, nice and slow at first, just a little bit of teasing.