The Mafia’s Curvy Woman

There were a couple of other things she wanted more, but for now, being against him, holding him, knowing he was alive, that was enough. It would have to do.

Every now and then, he’d kiss the top of her head and hold her arm a little tighter. She had glanced so many times at his cock, and all she wanted to do was ask him if he wanted to … experiment.

Her body had fully recovered.

She felt fine.

Perfect even.

Only she was horny in a bad way.

All she had been able to think about for days now was his cock, feeling him inside her. She’d wake up, covered in sweat from wet dreams, her pussy dripping with need.

It wasn’t fair. He’d given a taste of what she could have, and now she wanted more of it, was hungry for everything he could give her.

She had read so much in her books and knew there was a lot more pleasure to be had between a man and woman, if only she knew how to draw him out.

It was … impossible.

What did she do to make him realize she wanted him?

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“You’re doing a lot of fidgeting for nothing.”

“I’m going to go and get us a drink. Do you want anything?” she asked. She didn’t wait around for him to say anything and disappeared into his kitchen. Opening the fridge, she was very aware he’d followed her.

She stared at the open fridge as he pressed against her back.

“What is going on?” he asked.

“It’s nothing.” There was nothing going on with her. She wanted to touch him, explore him, and so much more but didn’t have the first clue of how to tell him.

He gripped her arm, closed the fridge door, and pressed her against it. Her heart started to beat rapidly, and when he cupped her around the neck, tilting her chin up, she couldn’t look away.

“Now, I know you’re lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Your pulse says otherwise. I expect more from you, Pet. I don’t want to have to work to figure out what is wrong with you. I’ve had a hell of a couple of weeks. Life is rather shitty right now, and you’re the only ray of light I’ve got. I don’t want to waste the time I’ve got with you over bullshit. Tell me what is wrong.”

“It’s … stupid.”

“Now!” He growled the word, and it made her jump.

She was wasting time. It was stupid of her, and she hated that he yelled at her. Now, she was pissed.

Shoving him hard, she glared at him. “You may get what you want everywhere else. There is no reason to growl at me because I’m having a hard time telling you exactly what I want!”

He raised a brow.

“I’m not finished.” She held her hand up. “I’ve been in this damn apartment, waiting for you to come back. I’m new at all of this, and you lose your temper with me?” She was pissed now, but still very much horny. “If you must know, Marco, I was thinking of a way of approaching sex with you. I don’t know what to do. All I know is it has been a couple of weeks and I’ve thought about you nonstop. I want you, and that’s why I’m freaking out. Do I just come out and say, ‘Marco, I want you to fuck me’? What do I do?”

She took a deep breath and slammed a hand across her mouth when she realized she had kept on talking. She hadn’t stopped, and now he knew the truth.

The raised brow lowered, and she saw the cocky grin return. He stepped toward her as she had shoved him away.

The fridge stopped any chance of her escaping, and she tilted her head back to look at him.

“You want to fuck, Pet?”

She nodded her head.

He placed a finger on her chin, slowly dragging it down her body, through the valley of cleavage to finally cup her pussy. She wore a pair of pajama bottoms, but it wasn’t enough to protect her from his touch.

“You think all I wanted to do was watch a movie?”

“You put it on.”

“I want you to be comfortable around me, Pet. The movie was a means to an end. I would gladly be fucking your sweet pussy right now, and all you had to do was ask.” He picked her up and carried her out of the kitchen to their bedroom.

That wasn’t so bad.

****

Dropping Petal down onto the bed, Marco grabbed her pajama bottoms, which were cute little ducks, and pulled them right off. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and he sent a little prayer to whoever was watching him because they clearly gave a shit about him.

Spreading Petal’s thighs, he stared down at her pussy. He’d been dreaming about this ever since he’d left her. The last thing he wanted to do was to be anywhere but with her. Still, when duty called, he had no choice but to respond.