Page 84 of Marked By the Devil

I closed my eyes and savored the sweet heat of him dragging his big, hot hand down the side of my body. Elena had lent me a nightgown of hers since I’d been too exhausted to go home. I hadn’t put on any panties, but now that seemed like a benefit, a reward in the making.

He gathered up the silky garment, fisting it like he damned the obstacle to feeling my skin. Panting as he moved his mouth over me, searing me with his drugging kisses, he crawled further over me. “I swear my allegiance to you.”

I almost froze at his words, confused again and tripped up on how serious and romantic he was being. Sure, he was glad that I’d saved the day with my idea, but was he proposing or not? Did he mean that? Fully?

No. Of course not. His allegiance is to his family.

But I could be carrying part of his family.

I could have his son or daughter in me.

I swallowed hard, wishing I weren’t so hung up on wondering and worrying. If not for this pregnancy suspicion, I wouldn’t be overthinking every little thing. But that was how much he’d gotten under my skin. Making me feel like I wanted him to propose. So I could really fit in with sisters-in-law.

“Where’d you go?” he whispered as he kissed me again.

I shook my head. “I’m right here. Right where I want to be.”

He tore his shirt off as he leaned up. “Right where you need to be, Wren. With me.” Lowering again to press his open mouth to mine, he encouraged me to wait while he shifted. He stood next to the bed, bending and leaning over to kiss me while he took off his pants and boxers.

He straightened, giving me a view of him in all his glory. Every inch of his rock-hard muscles on display. The hard bulges of his pecs. His chiseled abs. Then that lean V dipping down to emphasize his huge cock. It dripped a dot of pre-cum as it pointed at me.

Taking my time to ogle him, I traced my fingertip down the rises and dips of his muscles. Reaching his cock, I dragged it up and down the rigid length, savoring the jerk it gave me under my touch.

“I’d rather be right here,” I said, sitting up so I could peel off my nightgown, “with you…” I parted my legs as I tossed the nightgown to the other side of the bed. “Here.” I lowered my free hand to rub over my outer folds. I was already so wet, so ready for him to fill me. But under his molten gaze as I spread myself even more open for him, I was turned on that much more.

I was electrified that this huge, dangerous man could almost be putty in my hands. Or at the sight of my hand on myself.

“I need you here,” I said, breathing harder and faster as I stroked my finger up and down my opening. “Oh, God.” I arched my back, unprepared for how sensitive I was.

Wrapping my fingers around his dick as he stood next to the bed, leaning over me with one hand on the headboard, I rubbed him as I pressed a finger into myself.

“Keep going,” he urged. “Show me.”

I lifted my finger from my pussy and wiped it on his lips. He caught my hand with a feral growl and sucked the tip into his mouth. He pulled on it, laving it with his tongue. Once more, his dick jerked, and I rubbed my thumb over the tip to smear his pre-cum.

“I need you in here,” I said, forgetting all about the confusion of what he was asking me or what he wasn’t coming right out and telling me. Lowering my hand back down to my cunt, I fingered myself and moaned, arching into my hand as I rubbed his dick.

“I need you filling me.” I shifted, still lazily pistoning my finger in and out of my pussy as I brought my head closer to his dick. Tugging him toward my mouth, I urged him to fuck me, to ram that thick shaft into my mouth.

He didn’t wait, thrusting his hips as he watched me finger myself. Back and forth, he fed his dick into my mouth, past my hungry lips. Keeping his hand on the back of my head, he secured me in place so he could fuck me faster.

I set my hand on his ass, urging him not to back up.

I hadn’t woken up this turned on and horny, but something about this Mafia man would always reduce me to a needy mess.

“I need you wrapped around me,” he said, his voice so low and guttural. “I need to feel all of you.”

He slid out, depriving me of sucking him off. As he moved onto the bed, his cock swaying and glistening from his cum and my saliva, he urged me to move. Rolling over onto my side, he directed me to lie with him. His dick in my face. My pussy in his.

The second he lifted my thigh and set it on top of his head, he pressed his mouth between my thighs and licked me like he intended to feast on me until I passed out.

I smiled, bringing his dick right back to my mouth to keep pleasuring him.

Acting on this need to come instead of worrying about the questions in my mind.

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