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“You can take it,” he rasps.
I swallow hard, the muscles of my pussy tightening around his shaft.
“That’s it,” he rumbles against my chest. “Squeeze my cock with your cunt. Take what you need. It’s all yours.”
I grab on to his shoulders, my pussy giving him one last squeeze before I raise my hips and begin a slow, steady rhythm.
Being in control of my pleasure is incredible, but even that pales in comparison to having Roman’s full attention. He has a way of making me feel like I’m his everything. Like I mean more to him than oxygen.
The pleasure on his features is feral. I feel so powerful and beautiful reflected in his gaze. “Fuck, Emberly,” he groans. “I love how you feel around my cock.”
Roman meets my downward slide with an upward thrust, his fingers gripping my waist. “So. Fucking. Tight.”
My nipples brush against the silk of his shirt, infusing my nerve endings with tingles. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling so lost in ecstasy that I barely remember my name.
“Look at me,” he growls.
My eyes snap open, and I’m met with the intensity of Roman’s gaze. His eyes are hooded with pleasure and his teeth are bared, as though trying to hold back an explosion of pure lust.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “When your hair curls like that, they remind me of baby snakes.”
“What does that make me, Medusa?”
“You’re the fourth Gorgon sister, the one no one ever talked about because her beauty turned cocks into stone.”
I giggle. “You’re so full of shit. You just made that up.”
“No, baby. I’m looking at a goddess right now.”
Warmth fills my chest and spreads across my cheeks. How on earth can he get me to blush during sex?
“Now, my little Medusa, let me feel you come around my cock.”
Roman’s fingers dig into my hips, anchoring me as he thrusts up with unrelenting power. His thick length hits every pleasure spot, including a few I never knew existed. An orgasm builds, threatening to overwhelm me with its intensity.
I cling to his shoulders. “Roman,” I say through ragged breaths. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.” Growling, he pushes me without mercy or restraint to the brink of ecstasy, pounding and grinding.
With each thrust, the sensations build until every muscle trembles and my body can hold out no longer. A powerful wave of rapture crashes through me, leaving me breathless and shaking around his thick cock.
His body tenses, and his muscles grow taut. He convulses beneath me and roars, “Fuck!”
He bucks his hips, holding me so tightly that the world around us disappears. In the throes of our combined climax, I can’t imagine why I ever thought loving him could ever be just a figure of speech.
We sit together for several heartbeats, basking in the afterglow of our shared connection. Roman’s peculiar behavior from yesterday is forgotten, along with all the craziness associated with him being a mafia boss. When we’re alone, nothing matters except me and him.
I’m still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm and gasping for breath when Roman’s voice breaks through my lust-filled haze. “Ready to meet my family?”
* * *
Less than ten minutes later, I’ve changed into my new casual clothes, and Roman looks immaculate and composed, while I’m still flushed from our intense lovemaking.
My heart pounds as we cross the garden hand in hand, which is stupid because I’ve seen Roman’s brothers multiple times around the estate and even exchanged a few words with Benito.
“Are you sure I look alright?” I ask, my fingers fussing with the Pucci scarf.
“Perfect.” Roman releases my hand and wraps an arm around my waist. “They will love you.”
