Page 12 of The Mobster’s Present

“Are you calling me a lioness?” The wonder in her voice along with need has one side of my mouth tipping up.

“Yes. Mine.” I nip at her nipple as the tip of my finger slides up and down her slit, her legs falling open for me. “My little lioness.”

Before she can argue with me about it, I suck her nipple into my mouth and slide two fingers slowly inside her while my thumb finds her clit. The way her body sings for me is intoxicating.

My eyes are locked on her face. Her back is arched, her red hair fanning out across the pillow as a halo of fire. Her cheeks are pink as she pants through her plump parted lips.

“So beautiful for me,” I murmur, my lips brushing her sensitive, wet nipple.

When I curl my fingers and find the spot that has her eyes popping for a second before rolling back in her head. Kissing up over her collarbone and then along the gentle glide of her neck, I can feel that she’s getting close.

But she’s holding back.

“Stop thinking,” I growl against her throat and bite down.

The sharp exhale that comes out of her makes my cock throb and ache. Just when she’s about to fall over the edge, I pull my fingers free of her.

By the time her eyes flutter open, a dazed look on her face and along with frustration, I’m mostly undressed. She watches me with hooded eyes. Her hips lift as I shed the last of my clothing and wrap a hand around my cock.

Ashleigh licks her lips like she wants to wrap her lips around the tip and suckle. It’s sexy as fuck.

“Next time, I’ll let you swallow all the cum you can handle.” Her eyes snap up to mine at my growled words and I smirk. I grab a condom from the bedside table and roll it into place before I crawl up her body slowly. My mouth tasting her skin as I move until I’m hovering above her. “Ashleigh,” I command her focus and her eyes clear slightly, “let yourself just feel. I’ve got you.”

Her legs wrap around my waist as I position myself at her entrance. As much as I want to slam inside of her with one vicious thrust, I force myself to go slow. Inch by inch.

Teasing.

Stretching.

The way her walls grip me has my teeth clenching as I huff out a breath through my nose just when I’m buried to the hilt. For a moment I don’t move. I can’t.

Because if I move, this will be over far too early.

She’s too tight. Too wet. She feels too fucking good.

“Stop,” she gasps out the word and my heart stutters in my chest, “teasing me.”

“Fuck,” I bite out.

And then I start to move. I don’t fuck her like she’s fragile and about to break.

Every thrust is rough, brutal, and I don’t let up until she’s clinging to me like I’m her lifeline and my name is her chant of surrender. Just what I want.

“You’re mine,” I groan as her walls start to tighten around me. “You’re going to come all over my cock. You’re going to give it to me, all your pleasure, and let go of everything else.”

When I look into her eyes, they’re glistening with unshed tears. I don’t let up, pushing her until she’s mindless, until nothing but how good it feels matters.

Harder.

Deeper.

I have a grip on her hip and use it to tilt her hips until I know I hit the right spot because her breathing changes. Deeper. Raw.

“I’ve got you,” I promise.

My words tip her over the edge and she milks me, my movements already losing rhythm as my head tips back and I roar, “Ashleigh.”

As my cum fills the condom, I vow that once we get Oriana through this, I’ll be putting a baby in my woman. The thought of it is intoxicating.