Mafia Rules (Mafia King #1)

10. ASH

10

ASH

H oly fuck! Eve’s never been properly eaten before. That feeling of us belonging together becomes even stronger. I rub her thighs as she takes in what just happened to her body, our eyes locked on each other, and her chest rises and falls, gradually slowing down.

I kneel so my face is in front of hers. I slip my hand behind her head and bring her lips to mine. She welcomes my tongue with her taste still on it, and my cock swells thick. I thrust my tongue in, rubbing against hers, with a feeling of not being able to be close enough to her. I desperately want to fill her while I hold her naked body against mine.

I pull back from her when I feel her hands pulling on my pants before undoing the button and pulling my zipper down, my hard cock throbbing for her touch and lipstick stains.

She doesn’t utter a word while she stands up and grabs my cock. I’ve never wanted a hand on my cock so badly. I moan as our eyes meet, and I swallow hard as she playfully licks her lips. The stroking of her hand gets into a nice rhythm.

Her lips meet mine, and her tongue is more dominating than mine, showing me who’s in control. I’d fucking be putty in her hands any day. She lets go of my shaft and puts her hands on my shoulders, pushing me into a seated position. She lets her dress slip from her shoulders, showing me her perfect tits. Her nipples peak, and I can’t wait to play with them.

Her dress falls to the ground, her legs still wet from my handiwork. She slowly lowers herself to the floor, kneeling in front of me. Pulling all her hair back with one hand, she lowers her mouth toward my cock. I buck my hips to make it happen faster, but she backs off. Making me fucking wait.

“Don’t move,” she says, the softness of her voice gone. She places her hands on each of my knees and fucking slowly moves them up my thighs. I lean back on my hands, watching her show. A few of her curls fall on my leg, and I restrain myself from grabbing them and bringing her mouth down hard on my cock. I want to fuck that pouty mouth so bad, but I wasn’t in charge this time.

Her lips touch my inner thigh, and her wet tongue licks the inside. She moves slowly toward my balls, keeping eye contact with me. I reach down and move her hair to the side to have a better view.

With her hand on the base of my cock, she takes her first taste of me. She runs her tongue along the ridge of my head, teasing me with her lips. I wait patiently, knowing she wants me as badly as I wanted to taste her.

She strokes me slowly before finally taking me into her wet mouth. I close my eyes and moan as she puts as much of me in that sweet mouth as she can, taking more of me than I thought she could.

Her head bobs up and down on me, getting faster and deeper. She’s fucking impressive. Her sucking sounds make me harder. Her moans grow louder as her mouth fucks my cock. It’s not long before I can’t hold it in anymore. She’s too fucking good. I put my hand on the back of her head to let her know I’m close, and she takes me as far as she can down her throat. My cock erupts, choking her.

She lifts her mouth off me and panic sets in when I see her eyes water. I’ve gone too far. I reach for her, but she pushes me back and returns to my cock, happily slurping up her mess.

“Eve.” My arms slip under her armpits. I lean forward, feeling her naked skin against mine. “You’re fucking amazing,” I whisper in her ear.

“You weren’t that bad either.” She moves away from me and tucks her hair behind her ears.

“I’m not done.” I lean in and kiss her. My taste in her mouth makes my cock come alive again.

“I hope that’s not all you have, Mr. McKenzie.” Her lips skim my stomach with light kisses. I could watch her naked all day.

“This is just the start, Eve.” Our lips meet again, and my hand moves behind her head, afraid she’ll break away from me. I need the taste of her lips. I crave it. Her sweet vanilla scent fucks with my mind.

I lay her back on the bed, getting a better look at her body. Her pale skin is a contrast to my tanned, tattooed skin. She’s unmarked—a perfect canvas. My fingers drift down her neck to her tits, squeezing each one, before moving on. I try not to look too hard at the bruises on her arm, now is not the time or place for that anger. I continue down to her sweet-tasting pussy. Her hand covers mine and her breath shudders as I stroke her and she moves away from me. “You’re fucking hot, Eve.” Her eyes avoid mine, so I kiss her cheek and rub her stomach, letting her get used to my touch.

I feel her squirm over certain parts of her body—her damn insecurity—so I grab her hand and place it on my hard cock, showing her what I think of her body. She grabs hold and lightly strokes me.

“I want to feel you on top of me.” Her eyes meet mine.

My finger rubs her swollen clit. “I’ll fuck you in so many ways,” I whisper in her ear. There’s no way she’s going home tonight. She’s mine until I let her go—which, in this moment, I don’t think will ever happen.

Her lips are no longer stained from her lipstick, having rubbed off on my body, making her appearance more natural. I imagined her with no makeup, hair dripping wet from a shower, waiting for me naked in bed every night. A thought I never had before about any woman.

She strokes my cock with one hand, her other hand touching my shoulders and tattoos. She is an anomaly. Her expressions differ from the others. She sees me. She wants me. She fixates on a scar on my shoulder, and her eyes fill with emotion. Her soft lips kiss it, her hand coming off my cock. She runs her finger over the edges of the scar.

“What happened?”

“Dirt bike accident,” I mumble, wanting her soft hand back on my cock.

Her attention moves from one tattoo to another, tracing the intricate designs with her fingertips. “Do they mean anything?”

“My story.” I lean back so she can see them better. Captivated by her intense focus on every inch of my body, wondering what thoughts were bouncing around in her head. “You like tattoos?”

She nods with a slight smile; I already knew the answer. Most women thought tattoos were hot.

I lean forward. It’s my turn to be mesmerized by her body. My hand grips her ass. “Do you like to be spanked?”

She nods, and I spank her ass. Just a tap at first, the next a little harder, and again until she yelps a little. My hand stays on her ass cheek while I rub it, ashamed I’d hurt her.

“Harder,” she whispers in my ear, surprising me.

I hesitate, then obey, and her body squirms as I strike her once more. Then I stop, my hand cradling her ass cheek. I kiss her face, her hand running through my hair. No, I couldn’t hurt her, even if she begs.

I roll her onto her back and bring her bottom close to me, pushing her legs open and into the air. I stick my finger in her pussy to make sure she’s wet enough, then stroke my cock a couple of times before I shove it into her. A loud moan escapes her mouth, and I begin to pump in and out of her.

As I position her legs to the sides of my body, my weight presses down on her while our eyes remain locked, intensifying the moment. Her hot breath fans my face with each push into her pussy. I fucking pound her into the bed, just as she asked for. As I find a rhythm that her body craves, her moans and screams grow louder, filling the room. I reach down and rub her clit with one hand to get her off just as I’m about to finish.

“You feel so good. How do you feel so fucking good?” I’m panting, chest heaving up and down, and my words are breathless.

Thankfully, I last longer this time. I explode just as I feel her pussy convulsing around my cock. I fall to the side of her, losing control of my muscles. “Fuck, Eve.” I lie on my back, begging for air, watching her tits bounce up and down as she does the same.

She reaches over, keeping the back of her hand on my chest. I reach down and bring it to my mouth to kiss. The best fucking lay of my life.