Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272

Chapter 272

Snowflakes

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I watch him suck my nipple deep into the wet heat of his mouth, his fingers still thrusting steadily in and out of my dripping hole slow, deliberate curls that keep the coil in my belly winding tighter and tighter.

Then I gently tug my nipple free with a soft, wet sound, searching his dark eyes as I breathe hot and ragged against his lips. I rub the stiff, glistening peak back and forth across his mouth, teasing him, watching pure lust darken his gaze.

“Suck it,” I whisper, barely above a breath.

He obeys instantly, lips parting, tongue flicking once before he draws the nipple back in, suckling harder this time, cheeks hollowing.

I pull it away again deliberately, loving the lewd pop as it leaves his mouth, the string of saliva connecting us for a heartbeat.

I lift the other breast to his lips. He opens eagerly, taking it in with a hungry groan that vibrates straight to my core. I wriggle in his arms, twisting my waist, grinding down on his fingers as they pump deeper, faster, slick sounds filling the room.

“Let just the cap in,” I beg softly, voice thick with lust. “Just the head of your cock.”

He obeys without hesitation. First he rubs the swollen, leaking tip against my entrance, slow circles that make my hips jerk, then pushes forward, sinking only the thick head inside me.

My walls flutter greedily around the intrusion. He pulls back out slowly, feeling y pussy clench and swallow at nothing, desperate for more.

“Again,” I gasp, hasty, needy.

He does, sliding the head in deeper this time, stretching me just enough to make me whimper, then withdrawing again.

I press my breasts harder against his chest, offering them up so he can suck even rougher. Finally I pull back far enough to lock eyes with him, chest heaving.

“I want to sit on your face and ride it.”

The wish barely leaves my lips before he’s lifting me, strong hands under my thighs, carrying me effortlessly to the bed.

He lays flat on his back, head propped against the pillow, then guides me up his body until I’m straddling his chest, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him.

His thumb finds my clit first, slow, firm circles that make me shudder before he pulls away, letting me take

control.

I lower myself until my soaked pussy hovers just above his mouth. He surges up, lips sealing over me,

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sucking my clit hard while his tongue flicks relentlessly.

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I bite my lower lip, shuddering violently at the sudden, overwhelming rush. I pull back just enough to watch my swollen clit bounce free from his mouth with a wet, obscene sound, then lean back in, letting him take it again.

Back and forth I tease myself, pulling away each time the pleasure spikes too high, until impatience wins. I sink down fully, grinding against his face as his tongue plunges into my folds, lapping deep, sucking, devouring.

I rock my hips harder, chasing every flick, every suction. Reaching back blindly, I wrap my fingers around his rock–hard cock, stroking the thick length in time with my movements.

Finally I pull back, lifting off his face to look down at him. His lips and chin glisten with me; he licks them slowly, eyes half–lidded, like he can’t bear to lose the taste.

I reach down, spread my pussy wide with trembling fingers, parting my folds to offer my throbbing clit fully. He latches on immediately, sucking, flicking, rolling it between his lips until the pressure builds unbearable.

“Fuck!” I snap, yanking back just as I shatter again. I squirt hard, hot, messy streams soaking the sheets.

Cupid doesn’t flinch; his palm clamps over my pulsing clit, rubbing fast through the aftershocks while he lifts me higher and seals his mouth over my entire pussy, sucking every drop, tongue lashing until my thighs quake and fresh tears sting my eyes from the overstimulation.

Time blurs. I’m still shivering, boneless, when he finally rises to kiss me, slow, sensual, lips tasting of my release. He slips away briefly. When he returns, metal glints in his hand are cuffs.

He kisses me again, unhurried, drugging, pressing his hard body along mine until I’m drifting in a haze of

sensation.

Then I hear the sharp click. My eyes snap open. He’s already cuffed one wrist to the bedpost. Before I can react he secures the other, then moves to my ankles, spreading my legs wide, cutting each to the lower posts until I’m stretched open, completely immobilized, pussy exposed and dripping under his gaze.

I swallow hard. No safe words. He won’t stop. Not even if I beg. My eyes drop to his cock. Thick, veined, throbbing, the head slick and angry red. My heart slams against my ribs. Maybe I asked for too much.

“Cupid… Cupid…” His name trembles out, soft, uncertain but I don’t say it louder. I don’t tell him to stop. Deep down I want the roughness, want him to take everything.

He comes down over me without preamble, lines himself up and slams in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

“Ah!” The cry rips from my throat as my back arches off the bed. He pauses only long enough to let me feel every inch stretching me open, then starts moving deep, punishing strokes that make my breasts bounce wildly.

He cups them roughly, pinching my nipples as our bodies slap together, wet and obscene.

I moan continuously, sharp, broken sounds that turn to whimpers as the hours drag on. My pussy grows

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