Writhing with need, I increased the tempo of my movements, my inner muscles clutching at him each time he withdrew, reluctant to release him. Each time, he would pull back until just the tip of his magnificent cock was between my swollen lips and then he would surge forward powerfully, smacking my ass as he buried himself in me.
“Yes, Alessio,” I moaned. “Yes.” I lowered my head, eyes closed, biting my lip and moaning non-stop as he spanked my ass, his hand landing on one cheek and then the other each time his hips slapped against me. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room and the smell of sex in the air made me feel light-headed. A roaring filled my ears as I gave myself over to pleasure, my orgasm igniting my flesh on fire. I screamed as I came, my inner muscles clamping down on Alessio’s throbbing cock. He grunted, growling my name, as his orgasm joined mine, uniting us together in pleasure and passion and lust.
I leaned against the bed, gasping for air, my legs shaking and my skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I brushed my hair out of my face, the world slowly swimming back into focus as the force of my orgasm slowly released me from its embrace.
Alessio slid free, massaging the tender flesh that stung pleasantly from his unique form of attention. He crawled up onto the bed and rested his head on a pillow, motioning for me to join him. Tired, shaky, and yearning to feel him against me once again, I pulled my exhausted body towards him, letting him pull me close and hold me tight against him. He kissed the top of my head, his arm wrapped possessively around me. “You are mine now, Sofia Amaretti, and you always will be.”
I closed my eyes and snuggled against the man I was forced to be with because of an old family promise. Doing the honorable thing suddenly didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
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Take a sneak peek at Promised to the Mobster, Part 2
“You’ll get to meet my father tomorrow.”
Those were the words that flipped my world upside-down last night. Of course, I thought my life would be destroyed three weeks ago when I found out I was supposed to marry a guy I didn’t even know, and that was turning out to not be too bad. “Tell me again why I need to meet your father?” I asked, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I thought the red dress might be a little loud, a little tight, a little too attention-getting for my tastes. But Alessio loved the color and he loved my curves so I couldn’t say no when he asked me to wear it.
Alessio stepped into view at the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his waist, his wet hair dripping water onto his broad shoulders. I licked my lips as my eyes followed a droplet down his sculpted chest, wishing – just for a second – that I could lick it off. My cheeks burned as I banished the thought from my mind and I noticed the grin on his handsome face.
“What?” I asked, loving and hating how that sexy smile made me feel, realizing he had answered my question, but I had been too busy drooling over him to hear.
My soon-to-be husband smiled wider. “I said because he’s my father. Family is important. Customs are important.”
“Well… it’s not like we need his blessing or permission to get married, do we? I mean, this is basically a done deal, right?”
Alessio frowned. “A done deal?” He walked towards me, his body swaying in that sexy, predatory way of his that never failed to make me wet. “Il mio dolce.” My sweet. “I would like to think you see us as more than just a done deal.” He stopped, inches away from me, his hand reaching up and tracing the line of my jaw as he looked into my eyes. “Perhaps we did not meet in the typical fashion, but I would want no other to be my wife.”
I looked into his deep blue eyes and bit my lip to hold back a whimper. I could feel the heat radiating from his nearly-nude body. He was always so hot, like a living breathing heater. Especially that one part. That special, throbbing part that filled me with pleasure and warmth every time we were together. “I don’t want anyone else, either,” I said softly.
Alessio smiled and leaned closer, his mouth claiming mine, his tongue brushing insistently against my lips until I surrendered to him and let him enter. His hand slid from my jaw to the back of my head, his fingers wrapping around my hair and pulling me tight against him. I moaned into his mouth, my legs trembling. I leaned into him, the thin fabric of my dress the only thing keeping my hard nipples from scraping against his bare chest.
With his free hand, Alessio reached down and jerked the hem of my short dress up over my hips, his powerful fingers kneading the curve of my ass. I trembled against him, the fire between my thighs building, transforming into an insatiable inferno that clouded my vision with lust. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I moaned. The pressure of his hand disappeared from my posterior for just a second and then his palm smacked against my ass cheek with a loud slapping sound that echoed through the bedroom. I flinched against him. My legs shaking with an uncontrollable need, I looked up into his eyes. “Alessio…” I began.
He looked at me, a storm raging in his sea-blue eyes. “Run,” he whispered harshly, his voice raw with undisguised lust.
Promised to the Mobster, Part 2 is available at Amazon.
Other books by Jessi
Mafia Stepbrother 1
Mafia Stepbrother 2
Mafia Stepbrother 3
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Hi. I'm Jessi Talbot, writer of steamy romances filled with sexy women and hot men. I live in Texas where the summers are too hot and the winters are non-existent. I love all kinds of books and movies but romance is my true love when it comes to writing.
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This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons – living or dead – is entirely coincidental.
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Promised to the Mobster 1 © June 2015, Jessi Talbot
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