Page 54 of Marco DeLuca


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“What look?”

“The hungry look that tells me you’re about to eat.”

“You ready to feed me, Tesoro?” I ask, dropping to my knees on the oak hardwood floors and reaching under her nightgown.

I pull her panties to her ankles, and she steps out.

My fingers swipe across her slick entrance. “Already wet. Hmm...dreaming about me or fantasizing about someone else?”

“Truth?” she asks with a sparkle in her eyes.

“That’s all I’ll accept.”

“I was just masturbating while I thought about the last time I saw you.”

“You ain’t gotta fucking masturbate when I’m around,” I say, leaning in and pressing my tongue against her clit.

She arches and cries out. “Marco!”

I love how she calls my name at the height of pleasure.

Grabbing her legs, I lift her as I stand. When her pussy is positioned at my lips, I walk a few feet to her couch and sit down, maintaining our connection.

Piper releases a loud exhalation when I push my tongue into her flesh. She’s pleased and her moistness greets my tongue, sending off explosive, delicious flavors. I’ve always loved eating pussy, but this woman was the one that made it a special treat. The first time that I ever tasted Piper’s raw muskiness with its hints of honeysuckle, I was addicted.

Even now, I suck on her like I’ve just found my way home after losing my way for years. Maybe I did. When I walked out that door all those years ago, I lost a part of myself, and I gave up on the world.

It’s not as easy to say ‘I don’t give a fuck’ as people might think especially when you know there’s someone out there that means more to you than your own life. Only one problem has stood between us all these years; my vow to the mafia to marry a woman I didn’t love.

Graziella is gone, and I plan on making Piper mine forever. Before I go that route, though, I have to finish the mission I have started. When Grazie’s murder is avenged, I will be free to be with Piper how I want.

She’s like an uncaged animal who has been kept caged for years. Watching her arch her back, gyrate her hips, and beat her fists against the wall behind my head is liberating. Her arms shoot about wildly before settling into her hair, pulling at it as her face contorts into a cry.

Whimpers fall from her lips while tears seep from her closed eyelids. As beautiful as those expressions are, none matches her orgasmic face.

When Piper cums on my tongue, her brown eyes fly open, sparking lust and happiness. Her mouth opens wide, and no sound comes out, but a small smile drifts onto her lips as her eyes close again.

She slides down my face moving off my lap until she’s standing.

“Come on,” she says, reaching for my hand.

I take her hand and follow her as she leads me up the steel steps to her bedroom in the galley above the living area of her loft apartment.

I look around the room with its large windows looking out onto the other buildings and the skyline of Atlantic Station. Exposed pipes and beams hang from concrete ceilings, and her glossy oak floors reflect the moonlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A large platform bed takes up most of the room with its tufted brass headboard. Piper climbs onto the bed and gaps her legs open, beckoning me to come to her.

After I’ve removed my clothes and covered myself, I join her on the bed, laying my massive body on top of her thick one.

When I slide into her body, my jaw clenches. How the fuck did I manage to stay away from this woman for so long?

We move together as though our bodies are in perfect sync and harmony. Piper’s tiny hands across the expanse of my back and her lips tasting every part of me that she can reach heats me up.

The deeper I ground into her flesh, the wider she opens herself to me. We can’t get enough of each other, nor can we get close enough.

Our mouths meld together, and we hungrily drink from each other. Moans and groans disappear under the sound of our wet kisses. I graze her cheeks with my lips before pulling out of her to suck at her breasts.

Piper pulls me close with her legs, and I dive in, losing myself again. We are a rolling wave of crests and troughs until we’re lost in the wave of a violent orgasm.

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