Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Asher softly answers my actions by giving me open-mouthed kisses up my neck and along my jaw until, finally, his delicious mouth is on mine again. His kisses. They’re everything. One kiss erases my fear and dissolves time. It’s an indescribable feeling of completion, like the coming together of pieces you never knew were missing until suddenly they were there.

His hand trails up to my neck, and his kiss grows deeper as a low growl rumbles up through his chest. I fucking love that sound. It’s the sound of rapture, and it’s intoxicating knowing that I’m the source of it. His lips hastily leave mine only to drop to my bare shoulder before descending. My head lolls back as his mouth paralyzes me. Teeth pinch my nipple through the material of my strapless maxi dress, and I can’t help but hiss at the sting of pain.

“Shh,” he coos before pulling down the front of my dress and sucking my nipple into his mouth.

“Mmm,” I moan as warmth spreads through my belly. His fingers slowly bunch in my dress, pulling it up as his lips lock around my other nipple. He sucks hard, and my core clenches, begging for more. Those smooth hands expertly start to knead my bare thigh as they journey closer to the spot where I need him the most. He easingly toys with the hem of my thong.

“Please….” barely leaves my lips before two digits glide through my folds.

Those soft, plump lips trail back up my chest, and his eyes find mine. I don’t get a chance to respond before his mouth covers mine, and his fingers slip inside of me. I couldn’t form words even if I wanted to. His tongue dives deeper with a groan as his palm presses into my clit. My pussy starts to clench hard, and his lips pull away from mine.

“Fuck…” he hisses. “I want you to come again and again on my cock.”

His dark eyes hungrily drag down my body before zeroing in on my breasts. His lips suction around one of my nipples, and he swirls his tongue around the hardened peak before giving it a nip.

“Fucking perfect,” he growls as he moves to the other.

“Oh God,” I groan as he takes their weight in his hands and pushes them together.

The way he nips and sucks my breasts is intoxicating. I love the feel of his beard against my skin, knowing it will leave my skin deliciously chafed with reminders of where he’s been. Releasing my nipple with a pop, he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses up my chest.

“So damn wet… fuck,” he draws out. “I don’t know what I want to do first. Watch you bounce up and down on my dick or lay you out on the bed and eat that pretty pussy.”

His fingers dip inside of me, causing my breath to hitch. I push back down on them and reach for the button on his pants,

“I want to ride you,” I say as I rock against his fingers and pull him out.

Those dark pools dilate as I pull him out and stroke his silky length.

His cock glistens with my juices, and I clench hard at the sight. In this position, his tip hits my G-spot at a delicious new angle. I bottom out long and slow, letting it drag over the spot before riding him hard. You better believe I’m going to make it the best he’s ever had and one he’ll want to repeat. I start bouncing hard, and his hands dig into my hips.

“Fuck!…. Slow down,” he grits.

But I can’t. I’m already too far gone. His words, the sound of my arousal, all of it.

“I can’t. It’s too good. I’m coming,” I pant as I chase my orgasm over the edge. I’m suddenly on my back in one swift move. Pulling me to the edge, he impales me on his cock as he wraps my legs around his neck.

“Fuck,” he hisses as my pussy contracts around him. “You’re going to give me another one. I’m not done with you. I’ll never be done.”

He starts pumping into me hard and fast, my tits bouncing as his balls slap against my pussy. I know he feels the second another orgasm starts to take root because his eyes lock onto mine.

“That’s it… Milk me.” This time when I fly high, he comes with me, a tremor racking his body as he falls on top of me.

We’re a pile of sweat and sex as we lay there catching our breath. My hand instinctively curls into the hairs at the base of his neck, tenderly caressing him. I love him so damn much. I know I will never love anyone the way I love him, and I can’t tell him. Those three words could ruin