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I know I need him. It takes all the determination I have to get out of bed.
I tell him, “I’ll just be a moment,” and the kiss we share pulls at me, deep down inside. Makes it even harder to part from him. My knees are shaky as I dash to my little bathroom. Inside, I drop all of my clothes to the floor. Without letting my eyes go to the mirror, I grab my silky robe and pull it tight around me.
Hurrying back into the bedroom, I snap off the light.
I run straight into him. He’s standing. He’s huge. And he’s naked.
And, ohmygod, his cock is like a rolling pin. My mouth waters and my juices flow so hotly I smell them.
He lifts me. I love the feeling of him taking me like that. Like he owns me.
“Oh, no,” his voice rumbles and he moves toward the door. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited. I want to see my gorgeous Lucy.”
Thinking fast, I say, “There’s a light by the bed. Can’t we use that?”
“Okay.”
He takes me with a kiss. Through my thin satin robe, I can feel his hot skin. When I wrap my legs around him, his thick cock is trapped against my clit. I can’t stop myself rubbing and grinding against him. It’s frightening, thinking of all of that spearing into me. But maybe it won’t all go in.
Maybe somehow it won’t rip me in half.
He lays me on the bed, keeping our bodies together. I flinch as he turns on the light.
I don’t want to let him pull up and look at me. But I can’t stop him. I know I can’t stop him from doing anything he wants to do. So I’m shaking, afraid this is all going to be over. Too soon.
I try to resist as he peels my robe open. But I can’t.
His face glows and his eyes burn as they travel over my trembling flesh.
Chapter Five
Lucy
“Lucy,” he groans, “you are so beautiful.”
He doesn’t sound like he’s just being nice.
He pulls my thighs apart. He’s looking at me so intently I’m melting. My body shakes. Tenderly, he asks, “Are you sure you want this? Tonight?”
My throat is thick and I can’t speak. All I can do is nod and hold out my arms.
He lays above me and pushes until I feel him at my entrance. Now I’m shaking so hard, I feel like I’m going to burst apart. He looks in my eyes.
He slides a hand up my back to lift me.
I raise my thighs and part them, as wide as they will go.
My juices spill over him and my walls vibrate. His bulb fills my opening. I hold my breath.
When he breaks in, I shout his name. Fling my arms and legs around him tightly. I never knew pain could feel good. I never knew a stab could make me come.
He tears me open and slams inside me, deeper and deeper, easing me wider and wider. I ache for him. My walls suck on him. The harder he drives in, the deeper he drills, the more it fills me and the more I want it.
My fingers stretch and claw and my nails scrape his back. I cling to him and my hips hammer back, my pussy gripping and wet along the pulsing ridges of his rod. I shudder, shaking with hot chills and cascading spasms.
He growls as he looks into my eyes. The look on his face could make me die and come. And come. And die.
He shouts my name and every part of me clenches as I grip him and he slams deeper, pumping, swelling, filling me up with his hot, sticky juice.
Afterward, snuggling, drowsy, I tell him, “I can’t quite believe this is really happening.” I stroke his chin with my finger. “You know, I’ve always had a soft spot for you, Paul.”
“If I’d known how soft, I would have come for it a lot sooner.”
“I always wanted to tell you. But I was sure you never wanted me.”
“Why?”
“Well, there’s my over-indulged fondness for cakes, pastries, and things that are generally creamy.”
His chest rumbles and he traces my nipple. “I’ve got plenty of cream for you.” He pulls me nearer, holding his hard pecs against my soft flesh. “But I wouldn’t want any less of you, Lucy. You are all I want, and I want all of you. You are my dream come true.”
Clinging to him, I nuzzle into his shoulder.
“It’s not only that, though. We’re from different worlds, Paul. You’re part of a high-flying dynasty of…” I’m afraid to go on.
His voice is hard. “Mobsters.”
I pull back to see his face, but I can’t read the look in his eyes.
“It’s what we are, Lucy. I was born into an organized crime family. The O’Malleys are mobsters. No use pretending.”
