Page 323 of Don’t Say Mafia

She moaned, and her hips bucked harder as she dragged her clit frantically along my seam.

I caught her other nipple between my teeth, then sucked it deep, my tongue lashing the tip while my hand slid between us to press the heel of my palm against her clit, giving her more friction against the rough denim.

“Come on,” I growled around her nipple. “Soak me. Drench my jeans. Let me feel that tight little pussy pulse while you come apart on my lap.”

Her cry turned raw, and her body seized as she came. She rode it out, grinding down hard, her hips jerking and her breasts bouncing against my face while I kept sucking and licking . . . claiming every inch of her I could reach.

When she finally collapsed against me with a gasp, I released her nipple and kissed the flushed skin, then her throat, then her mouth, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her surrender.

I pulled back just enough to meet her glassy eyes. “Good girl,” I whispered as I brushed my thumb against her swollen lower lip. “Now, let’s see how much louder you get when I finally fuck you for real.”

Lifting her onto the poker table in one smooth motion, I set her down on the green felt with her ass perched right at the edge. Her legs parted instinctively as I stepped between them, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip and spread her wide—wide enough that her slick pink pussy opened for me, her arousal already dripping down to wet the table beneath her.

Eden braced her elbows behind her, a move that made her breasts thrust forward and only added to the perfection of what I was seeing. Her eyes were wide and locked on mine with that perfect mix of nerves and hunger that made my cock throb harder.

Standing between her spread thighs . . . I took her in. She was a fucking vision. I was the luckiest motherfucker alive.

I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, taking my time so she could watch the slow release, the fabric parting inch by inch until the thick length of me strained against the open fly. The zipper rasped down, and I shoved it low enough to free my cock. Eden’s breath hitched audibly as it sprang out, the long shaft ridged with prominent veins that pulsed visibly beneath the skin. The silver barbell piercing through the swollen head caught the light with a wicked gleam, and a fat bead of precum welled at the slit, sliding down in a slow, glossy trail along the underside. I watched as her pussy clenched, and more slick leaked out to pool on the felt.

Wrapping my fist around my cock, I stroked slowly up and down, watching her eyes track every movement. Precum slicked my hand, making the glide smooth and easy. I stroked again, slower this time. Letting her see how thick I was.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” I rasped. “Look at how fucking hard you’ve made me. I want you so fucking bad.”

She whimpered and shifted her hips forward on the felt, trying to get more friction.

I stroked faster, my eyes never leaving her body. “Your pussy’s dripping on my table, baby. You’re making a mess. You like that? Do you like knowing you’re soaking my felt while I stroke my cock right in front of you?”

Her head fell back slightly, a soft moan slipping out.

I stepped closer, gripping the base of my cock and lining it up against her slit. The thick head nudged her swollen folds, parting them just enough to tease—sliding through her slick heat without pushing inside. The piercing caught on her clit with every slow drag forward, and she gasped and arched toward me, chasing the pressure . . . the stretch she was dying for but wasn’t getting yet.

Her thighs trembled around my hips, and her breath hitched in little pants as I rocked against her, coating myself in her wetness and letting her feel every inch of me gliding along her entrance without giving her what she needed most.

Her hand moved between her legs, and I caught her wrist so she couldn’t touch herself . . . yet.

“Please,” she begged as tears gathered in her eyes because she was so desperate to be fucked.

“Since you asked so nicely,” I murmured, keeping my grip on her wrist and leading it toward her core. I watched as her fingers disappeared inside her slit and then slid back out shiny with her arousal.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Look at that. Look at how greedy your cunt is. Taking your fingers like it wants my cock.”

Eden whimpered again and began fucking herself faster as her hips lifted off the table. Her moans grew louder and breathier as she chased the high.

“No,” she cried desperately as I suddenly pulled on her wrist and yanked her fingers free with a wet sound that echoed in the quiet room.

Bringing her hand to my mouth, my eyes locked on hers as I sucked her fingers clean, making sure my tongue swirled around each one so I could get every drop. I moaned low in my throat, letting her see how much I loved it, how much I needed it.

The taste snapped something in me.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

Gripping my cock, I lined it up at her entrance and nudged the thick head against her swollen folds. With my other hand, I spread her pussy lips apart—pulling them wide so I could watch every inch of her open for me.

I pushed in.

Just the head at first—enough to let her feel the stretch, the way her body opened around me, hot and impossibly tight, her inner walls fluttering like they were already desperate to pull me deeper.

“Jagger,” she breathed, and something in the way she said my name made me look up immediately.