Page 7 of Mafia Beast


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The words fall from my mouth as his fingers move inside me. “Yes, God, yes.”

His cock is still hard, wet from my mouth. The head of it presses between my ass cheeks, pressing on my asshole.

“Whoa there, beastie boy!” My head flips over my shoulder. “Wrong spot.”

He gives a dark, foreboding chuckle. “Not today. But one day.”

White-hot heat creeps over my skin. Is he serious? No one has ever been there before…

My thoughts dissipate as his cock finds the entrance to my pussy.

“Oh God…” It feels so good already, just the very tip of his cock pressing against me.

He grabs my hips, pulling them to him, slamming his cock into my wet, waiting pussy. My nails scratch at the wall, wanting something to grip, something to grab, something to anchor me to this world.

I choke back a cry, his cock gagging me as he enters me from the back almost as it did when it was in my mouth. He’s so, so big. Filling me, stretching me, making my skin burn with a heat that travels all the way through my limbs.

The warmth flushes my skin, perspiration prickles at my hairline.

His hands are all over me at once, grabbing my breasts, pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit. He pulls back, thrusting inside of me again. So. Big. My back arches like a cat, my ass slamming against him. My mouth falls open, a strangled cry piercing the night.

I’m so turned on by his punishments, his words, his touch, it’s not going to take much more for me to come. My heart rate accelerates, my breaths come faster. My eyelids squeeze shut, tight. The orgasm grows with each one of his hard thrusts of ownership. He possesses my body, my mind, my pleasure. The climax comes hard and fast, tearing through me, tightening every muscle in my body, holding me captive, until finally…

Sweet release.

His fingers dig into my hips so hard I know I’ll find bruises tomorrow. He breathes my name like he’s praying to God. “Charlie, sweet Charlie.” With a staggering groan, he plants his cock deep inside of me, climaxing with a hot spew of cum.

I pant, palms sweaty against the wall, my forehead resting on my forearm, hot cum running down the inside of my thigh.

His teeth nip at my ear, his breath warm against my flesh, sending those tiny hairs at the back of my neck to stand on end. His voice is gruff, but the words are soft. “I want to see you again.”

“What?” I didn’t expect this. I turn over my shoulder and our eyes meet. Time takes a beat, the air goes still, and something moves inside of me as we hold our gazes locked to one another.

There’s desire behind his hard gaze and it tears me apart.

I have to say no.

I can’t do to him what I did to the other two.

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry, but it’s not possible.”

“We’ll see.” He stares at me, his gaze telling me this isn’t over. He tucks himself back into his trousers, righting his belt buckle as I try to straighten my disaster of a dress. I can’t believe the zipper held.

On wobbly tiptoe, I plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “Goodbye.”

He grabs me, pulling me into him. His lips find mine, kissing all the chasteness from them, lighting a fire as his tongue sweeps mine. The kiss makes me dizzy and heady with endorphins. He releases me, stepping back.

“We’ll see,” he repeats, opening the gate for me.

I can feel his heated gaze on me as I walk away.

I do my best to walk straight but it’s sore and slick between my legs.

I would love nothing more than to just walk straight home, to not see anyone. But Emilia and Kylie will be worried about me. I’ll say a quick goodbye to them, then go clean up.

I keep to the walls, the shadows, not wanting anyone to see me like this. I find them standing by the champagne fountain, filling their glasses.

“Psst.” I hiss to get their attention, waving my hand to them, beckoning.

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