MY Possessive Mafia Men novel Chapter 132

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 1*3**2: Your A** Is Made Just For Me

Chapter 1*3**2: Your A***Is Made Just For Me

Angelia

Marshall pulled his pants next and I could see he once again had gone commando, his d** slapped against his stomach as soon as his pants were out of the way. It was angry red and the vein underneath his d**k was bulging and his tip leaked with precum. I licked my lips, suddenly desperate to taste him. Having seen the look in my face, he chuckled.

“Not this time, baby girl.” He said.

While the other two were watching, he climbed up on the bed and spread my legs before situating himself between them. His d***k resting against my overly swollen and beyond drenched p**y. Leaning down, he whispered in my ear.

“We are going to take turns with you.” He said, making my sensitive c***t throb even more.

“We will ****k you raw until we are satisfied. How does that sound, a little submissive?” He grinned. himself against me then, sliding between my lips and rubbing my c**t with his d***k.

“Yes, please, sir.” I cried out in a h***e whisper, unable to make any sound beyond that.

I was already well into exhaustion but I still had some energy left to give if it meant I could have them. He pressed my legs even further apart as he situated his tip against my entrance and with a harsh thrust, he bottomed out and I gasped at the fullness of him inside me.

“F***k,” he cursed.

“You feel like f***g heaven wrapped around my d***k.”

When he was like this, there was no sign of the sweet and carefree man, in his place was the other half of him. His dominant side, I could hear the change in his voice and feel it in the air around me. He f*** me with forced thrusts, his skin hitting mine as he slammed inside. He didn’t give me a break to get used to his size but the pain mixed in with the pleasure only aroused me more. My breath was ragged and harsh as my chest rose and fell at rapid speed. Already, my or***m was building from my eyes and the intense pleasure was nearing unbearable but I wanted this. I wanted them and nothing could stop me, not even painful pleasure.

“Oh my goodness,” I cried, feeling him hit the end of me time and time again.

There was no slow and steady like the morning I had with him not long ago but f**k if I didn’t
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like this just as much, if not more. I loved the way he handled me and took charge of my body and

he elicited in me was something I never wanted to be without.

the ecsta

“You feel so good.” He mumbled between pants.

“You are strangling my d***k with that tight p*** of yours.”

His hand wedged himself between our bodies and found my c***, knowing how sensitive I was, he didn’t put too much pressure on it. But it still felt too much, it almost stung as he rubbed it but he managed to make it feel good as well. I didn’t know when my eyes had fallen closed but when I opened them, it was to see him staring down at me with the most intense fervor gaze. Something passed between us in that second as I looked up at him. Something that made my pounding heart stop for just a brief while, a devotion.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Let me feel your p***y milk my d**k dry.” He commanded s his movement became jerky and I f***g c**m.

My p***y clamped down around his d***k and a raspy cry ripped out of me. The o***sm was powerful and I couldn’t think as the euphoric feeling spread across my body. He pumped into me and I could feel his d****k swell just before he c*m too. His weight was on me for a short while as he calmed down and collected himself. Thank goodness for that because he gave me time to collect myself as well.

“This a*** is made just for me.” He muttered as he rocked into me, his voice shook as he tried to keep his thrusts slow and gentle.

“It is yours,” I mumbled, not even realizing what I was saying as I started to meet his thrust, urging him silently to f**k me harder.

My a** wasn’t as sensitive as my p***y was and the pleasure I felt wasn’t too overwhelming.

“Oh, rest assured, I know it is.” He fired back and pulled almost all the way out and slammed back

in.

My throat, too dry to scream, only let out a groan as he sped up, taking what he needed and gave me what I wanted. There were nerves in the ***that I hadn’t ever been aware of until I met Riccardo. I was so freaking happy he had let me discover how good it actually could feel to be f***ed there. My breasts bounced with his thrusts and they stole his attention. My nipples were knotted tight and felt achy. He bent down and took one on his mouth and sat down in it hard. enough for me to wince before he soothed it with his tongue. The sting was delicious.

“So f***ng perfect.” He muttered again as he moved on to the other nipple.

He looked in lust and not entirely aware that he was talking, his eyes were hazy and filled with the same intense pleasure I was feeling. And in his eyes, with his body wrapped around mine, I lost myself too. The room was filled with our panting as he f***d my a***like he truly owned it. He kept his thrusts hard and deep and once he found the perfect tempo for us both, he didn’t change a single thing. In my experience before these men, if I got a minor tingling of pleasure

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while I had sex with a guy, they usually changed the rhythm completely as if it would help me get there faster. The truth was, it f**** it up and ruined it for me.

In other words, keep the same pace of a girl finds it pleasurable, same if you play with her c***t. don’t change it up if it is f*****ng working unless you know what she enjoyed beforehand.

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