Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483: I’m Not Dying

"Okay, okay," he said, hands settling at her waist. "Slow down. I’m not dying."

"We don’t know how long that’s going to last," Vee said, glancing down at his cock.

"In case you don’t know," he said, "that’s not a topic we really should be having right now."

Vee smiled. "I’m sorry. I’ll take it torturously slow."

He looked up at her. "That’s my girl. Now. Show me how much you missed it."

She wrapped her fingers around him in up and down strokes. He exhaled a long and satisfying exhale. His head dropped back against the pillow. "Looks like you missed me too," she said, glancing up at him with a smirk.

"You have no idea. Thoughts of being inside you have been consuming me. Even at war. Especially at war."

Her strokes slowed. "Did you miss my mouth too, my Don?"

"I missed everything," he said simply. "Every single thing about you. Turn around." His hand brushed her hip. "I want to look at you."

"Yes, Don." She moved over him, swinging herself around until her body was inverted above his — her knees either side of his chest, her backside in his direct line of sight. The full, beautiful curve of her, presented like a full meal. Her pussy lips slightly parted, glistening, open.

Luca’s hands moved to her hips. His thumbs traced the soft skin at the crease of her thighs.

God, he thought. She is something else entirely.

Meanwhile, from her new vantage point, Vee found herself looking directly at his cock. It was fully present, upright, attentive. Making up for its long absence with what she could only describe as enthusiasm.

Her lips parted. In all the chaos of everything — she had somehow forgotten, briefly, what she was actually working with. The reminder was visceral.

She stared like it was the most delicious thing she had ever seen. He took his time just looking at her.

The full, unobstructed view of her from behind —the way she was positioned above him like something that had been designed specifically to wreck him. His hands ran up the backs of her thighs slowly.

"You’re the most gorgeous being I’ve ever seen. Fuck."

Vee smiled to herself then she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She took her time with it, tongue circling the tip, lips sealed around him, applying pressure in slow pulls.

"Deeper." His hand connected with her ass in a firm, clean smack — and he watched it bounce.

She grunted around him and sank lower, taking more of him into her mouth, humming as she went. The sound vibrated through the length of him.

Steady, he told himself. You have things to do up here.

She pulled away from him and swung herself around.

"Fuck no!" Luca’s whine was undignified. He reached for her, grasping at nothing. "Bambola—"

"I’m sorry." She was already moving, already positioning herself above him, zero patience remaining in her entire body. Her voice was wrecked, eyes dark, hair wild. "I need you. Now." She sank down on him.

No preamble. No easing into it. All of him, at once, in one long, devastating drop. The cry she let out was raw and satisfied.

"Fuck." She breathed. "I missed you." Her hips began to move. "I missed you so much."

Luca’s hands flew to her waist to hold on. Vee moved like she had a point to prove — like time without sex had accumulated into kinetic energy that now had exactly one outlet. She rolled and rocked and drove herself down onto him with relentless rhythm.

Her breasts bounced with every movement. She’d gathered her hair in her own hands, lifting it off her neck, head tipped back, eyes rolled somewhere toward the ceiling and beyond it. Sweat gathering at her collarbone. She was completely gone and completely his.

His cock hardened further, expanding inside her, filling her more completely, and the sensation hit him. "Fuck—Slow down, slow down—Fuck!"

He surged upward off the pillow, arms locking around her waist, crushing her against his chest and holding her completely still — both of them breathing like they’d been running.

She came apart in his arms. She was shuddering, her hips rolling in small, helpless pulses against his hold. Her head dropped back onto his shoulder.