Page 59 of Married to the Mafia Devil

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groans, his hips bucking upward in response to my ministrations.

As I continue, I can feel his body tense and his breathing grow ragged. He's so close, and I want nothing more than to make him lose himself in this moment.

“I'm going to come,” he warns.

“Not yet,” I reply, laying back on the bed, spreading my legs wide, touching myself in the way I know he loves to see. His eyes burn with lust as he strokes his cock, climbing between my legs.

He positions himself over me and slowly enters me, moaning deeply as our bodies merge. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, his lips never leaving mine. As he picks up pace, his breathing becomes ragged and the room fills with the sound of our bodies slapping together.

“Yes, God, like that,” I murmur, my own arousal growing with each thrust. “Give it to me.”

He groans deeply, reaching down to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts. My eyes roll back in my head as I begin to feel the familiar sensation of yet another orgasm building. I moan softly, my nails digging into his back as he hits just the right spot.

“That's it,” he growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Come for me, mia bella.”

A guttural moan escapes my lips as my body tenses and shudders with pleasure. He continues to thrust, his movements becoming more desperate as he chases his own release.

“I'm close,” he grunts, his eyes dark and intense as he stares into mine.

“Come for me,” I urge him, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

With a primal growl, he gives in to his climax, his hips bucking wildly as he fills me with his cum.

I scream out in pleasure, my body shuddering as I reach a final peak that is so powerful, I almost pass out.

We lay together, breathless and spent, our hearts pounding in sync. His breath is hot on my neck, and I can feel his heart beating against me.

As our breathing slows, I turn to look at him, our eyes meeting in the dim light. He grins, his eyes glinting with the knowledge of what we just shared.

“I love you,” I whisper, feeling the words coming from the depths of my soul.

“I love you too,” he says, his voice soft and full of meaning. He sees where I’m looking. “Go on, I know you want to.”

“I’m fine. Not bothered.”

“Go ahead.”

“Fine but only because you asked me to, not because I need to.” I reach past him and straighten the lamp on the bedside cabinet.

“Better?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me.

“Perfect,” I reply, sinking into his embrace as his arms wrap around me once more. “Now everything’s exactly where it should be.”