Her sultry laughter curled through the room like tendrils of smoke, and I did not know how much longer I’d last.
When the crown of my cock emerged from her lush chasm, her mouth was there to purse over my glans. On the downstroke, the head almost escaped to cruise back up inside wicked heaven.
My thrust grew longer, and I plugged her mouth with more and more inches each time my cock neared her lips.
After she slapped my dick across her darkly aroused areolae then slotted me back into her slippery cleavage, I had to grab her tits.
I had to twist her nipples.
I had to watch her eyes roll as my lips pulled back in a savage sneer. I knew my woman would be streaming between her thighs just because of the way I used her.
Growling through gritted teeth, I pumped my cock in and out of the slick cushion of her cleavage. I took the back of her head in my hand just as cum shot out. Howling and wild, I hosed her mouth and watched her swallow before pulling out and painting ropes of seed across her incredible tits.
With the last spurts of cum drizzled onto her nipples, I was finally able to unclench my muscles.
Not for long.
“What I want now”—Lucia breathed raggedly—“is for you to lay on the bed, Arkady.”
Goddammit. My unflagging cock throbbed as yet more blood pounded into the shaft, making the veins bulge.
I crossed the room, arranged myself on the bed, and watched her seductive approach. She caressed my semen into the tawny flesh of her breasts, and my sac grew heavy at the lewd display.
Giving her my hand, I helped her on, and our lips met in a kiss that was at once devouring and decadent. Tongues delved and dipped, twined and twisted.
And I was not disappointed when she straddled my lap. “Now I’m going to ride you.”
“Yes.” I grabbed her waist, watching with heathenish hunger as she held up my slick thick cock.
The tip of my dick pressed the soaked lips of her pussy open, spreading her, spearing—slowly—into her.
I held my breath as she swiveled down, and down, and down, swallowing my girth into her molten, melting channel.
Her pussy massaged every inch of my rampant cock and, when she finally rested on my groin, she arched her back.
She moaned for me.
I bucked, swiveling my pelvis, and her honey-brown eyes flew open, hands crashing down onto my chest.
“I love how deep you are inside of me.” Her words gusted over me as she pulled up, and up, and up.
Only the tip of my cock remained inside of her creamy cunt for one tantalizing moment.
Then she sank down with sexy gyrations that screwed all other thoughts from my mind.
Rocking.
Grinding.
Riding.
Lucia was a cock-fucking goddess.
Ass bouncing, flesh slapping . . . I filled my hands with her tits.
“Fuck yes. Ride that cock.” My thick shaft spreading her stretched lips drew my hooded eyes to our slippery joining.
“Ahhh!” Her hands skimmed to my shoulders, her silky hair coiling across my chest like lashes of the flogger I’d used on her so many times.
Shoving my face up, I attached my mouth to one nipple.
I palmed the cheeks of her ass then smacked it too.
“Yes!” She gave me her other breasts to feed on, crying out again when I kept slapping her rippling ass cheeks.
Ringing my arms all the way around her back, I crushed her to me. I yanked her hair, angled her head, and attacked her stretched neck with my lips and teeth.
With a throaty scream, she convulsed, her cunt soaking me in hot, honeyed essence.
Grunting and growling, I was so ready my balls ached for release.
Lucia was still on birth control, but not for much longer if I had my way.
And I would.
Her scream rasped right beside my ear when I lunged up into her from beneath, a guttural howl ripping from my throat. I held her onto me, driving deep as my cock lurched and cum lashed her channel. My last long bellow rent the air, each rope of seed splashing her insides.
“Oh . . . oh . . . oh,” she stuttered out eventually as my body relaxed and dropped back down to the bed.
“Mmm,” I murmured into her hair, skimming my palms up and down her back.
“Mmm hmm, amore mio.”
My head popped up, and I squinted at her. “You have not called me that before.”
“My love.” Her fingers trailed from my lips down to my chest where my heart beat for her. “Do you disagree?”
Something shifted inside of me again, as had become a part of being with Lucia. She’d opened up new emotions. Sometimes they were playful. Sometimes serious. At times she had made my heart feel like it would rip completely apart—when I’d found her cutting herself, when I’d lost her to Sabato.
That was over now.
I considered her for a moment longer before I took a kiss from her.
Kisses that would only ever be mine.
“Nyet. I like it.”
“Da.” She winked playfully. “That’s good.”
“Hmm.” I hummed a rumbling note in deepest satisfaction although a new sense of unease niggled at that place in my heart.
Easing from under her, I moved to the edge of the bed. “Come on. Get up.”
“What? Why?” She flipped hair from her eyes.
“Lucia,” I uttered in my most commanding tone.
“You expect me to be able to move after all of that?” She waved a hand around the rumpled bedding.
“Da.” I smirked.
“Ogre.” Despite grumbling, she joined me. “What now?”
“Put this on.” I handed her my shirt while I drew on my pants.
“Why?” She repeated, yet she dutifully drew the sleeves up her arms, rolled the cuffs back, and fastened a couple of buttons.
I enjoyed her wearing my shirts, especially when she left them half open in such a tantalizing way I could easily succumb to another tit fuck from her.
But now was not the time for that.
“Midnight supper?” I toyed with her, moving to my jacket to locate the item I wanted.
“We already ate.”
I nodded, hiding a small thing within my palm. “Yes. We did, didn’t we.”
“Arkady, what are you up to?” She stood with her hands propped on her hips, cheeks still flushed from our fucking, hair in wonderful disarray, and suspicion etched all over her stunning face.
“I have made a decision.”
The decision I most wanted her to agree to with her entire heart and whole soul and all of her being.
Stalking back to her, I had to swallow down rough emotion.
Staring into the amber pools of her eyes, I said simply, “You will marry me.”
I had thought to ask her at The Sickle but the timing hadn’t been right.
Too many people.
Not to mention the O’Sullivan brothers almost causing a gruesome scene.
This was private, for me and her alone.
As Lucia blinked up at me, I presented her with the rose gold and diamond ring fit for my mafia princess.
Her eyes ovaled for a moment when she saw the exquisitely crafted engagement ring then her lips filled out in a pout. “Oh, I will, will I?”
“Da.” I kept my coolest expression all the while my heart rattled around my chest.
She stomped her foot. “Arkady! Could you at least attempt a proper proposal?”
“Yes. I just like seeing that fire in your eyes, dragotsennaya printsessa.” Bending down to one knee, I gazed at her with unmasked emotion I could no longer contain.