Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 464

Chapter 464: I Want You Inside Me

He stared for exactly one moment.

I’m a dead man, he said to himself.

He lowered his mouth and kissed her. Vee arched off the bed like a current had moved through her spine, her hips rolling upward, chasing him before he’d even properly started. His tongue moved up and down her slit in long, slow strokes and her fingers dug into his hair immediately.

Come on, he thought at himself or rather at his cock. Look at her.

He looked. She had one arm thrown back above her head, lips parted, hips moving in slow rolling waves toward his tongue, completely lost in it. This had started as logistics for her but the moment his hands had touched her it, she was entirely in her body now, chasing nothing but the feeling.

He was the only one with the problem. She gave a long, moanful sigh and bent forward, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him between her legs. Her hair fell forward. Her eyes were dark and heavy-lidded and entirely focused on him.

"Luca..." she whispered. "More."

His regina had spoken. He obeyed. He slid two fingers inside her, feeling the way she clenched immediately around him — and curled them forward. His mouth stayed on her at the same time, kissing her slit, dragging his tongue across her clit, fingers and lips working together.

Vee fell back against the bed. Her hips rolled upward, chasing his hand, and her fingers moved to her own breasts — running over them, squeezing, her body seeking sensation everywhere it could find it. She was entirely unself-conscious in her pleasure, had been since the beginning, and it had always undone him.

Except currently nothing was being undone because he was in the middle of a personal crisis.

"Luca—" Her voice was breaking at the edges. "Luca, I need you. Now. Please." Her fingers reached for him blindly, finding his shoulders, gripping. Her hips were moving with real urgency now, riding his hand, chasing the peak. "I want you inside me."

I know, tesoro, he thought. I’m working on it.

He pressed deeper, curled harder, his mouth closing around her clit until he felt the moment her body made the decision for her — the clench, the sharp intake of breath, the way her thighs pressed against his shoulders and her fingers nearly tore the sheets.

She came apart completely. Long and rolling and loud, her hips bucking against his mouth, her whole body shuddering with it, thighs trembling either side of his head as she spilled over the edge and rode it all the way down.

When the trembling slowed and her grip loosened and her breathing began its ragged, beautiful descent, he raised his head and looked at her and reached for his cock with one hand.

Okay, he thought. She’s come. Everything is fine.

He gave himself a moment of private encouragement, working his palm quickly around the flaccid mutherfucker.

It became painfully, unambiguously, categorically obvious. It was not rising to the occasion tonight.

Not even slightly.

I’m genuinely a dead man.

"Come on, Luca..." Vee looked at him, her hands resting on him, drawing him closer, urging him over her.

His body leaned toward hers, his eyes dark. Luca wanted her. That much was obvious. Which was why the next words made no sense. "Maybe not tonight..."

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