Page 61 of The Mafia’s Girlfriend

“Last chance to come to reason,” he growled, breathing hard as he slipped in until the mushroomed curve was in me.

I sucked in a hard breath. Already, he stretched me so much. The burn was intense at first, but I still had so much more to take.

“I just want to come with you. Inside me.” I stared at him as he grinned, a slow, seductive smile of all male pride.

Inch by inch, he slid into me. Every bit more that he impaled me with, I fought to hold my breath and take it. To endure the foreign fullness no dildo had ever prepared me for. He was thick, long, and fuck, was this torture.

All the way in. He seated himself and waited, staring down at me as I adjusted.

“Please!” I begged.

He shook his head, leaning down to hold my ass, keeping me wrapped around his dick. Slanting over me, he picked me up until I straddled him. The change in positions blew my mind. He was deeper. I was mounted on him, stretched wide and gloving him so tight I wasn’t sure how I could move.

But he expected me to.

“You want me?” he taunted with adoration gleaming in his eyes. “Then fuck me. Take me, Emma. Take what you want.”

I kissed him as I looped my arms around his neck. He kept his hands on my hips as I pulsed around him. The fine strain in his neck suggested this was torture for him, too.

“Is this another way of proving how you think I always get what I want?” I teased.

He smiled, a gruff smirk of satisfaction.

“Is this another way of proving how I’ll move heaven and earth to make sure you get what you want?”

I didn’t know what I did to ever deserve this. To be so fortunate to meet him.

He had no clue how much this mattered. That he was giving me control. That he was letting this be my choice.

“Don’t make me fall in love with you, Luke.”

I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him for Antonio, like I would be expected to. Nothing could stop them from taking me. But just for this moment, for this night, I wanted to grab life and not let go. To have all I could with him, because the memories would have to last me a lifetime.

“Don’t make me second-guess that I already am in love you with,” he retorted.

He gripped my ass, urging me to lift up.

“Now fuck me.”

I did.

Wincing at the burn of his stretch, I did. Under his guidance, his hands showing me how to lift up then sink back down on him, I did.

I fucked Luke the best I could, taking charge of how I’d lose my virginity.

But before long, with every drag of his dick spearing up into my needy pussy, it felt more like making love. Between kisses and panted pulls of air as we raced to come, I stared into his eyes and knew this wasn’t just sex.

This was his soul meeting with mine.

My heart beating with his.

Nothing else mattered. Only this race to come. When I did, I cried out with such a blinding hit of bliss that I staggered. I ceased riding him, so overcome with the intensity of this orgasm that rendered me speechless. Thoughtless. My mind shuttered into a blank haze of pleasure as I clenched around him, riding the waves of release.

He took over, thrusting up into me as I collapsed. Holding me close, his arms torquing around me as he kissed me hard, he pushed up into once, twice more, until his dick jerked.

“Fuck!” he roared, ripping his mouth from mine as he held me down on his hips, as if he could go any deeper.

His hot cum filled me, and as I shivered at the increased pressure of pleasure, I closed my eyes in relief.