her opened thighs. Her fingers, still wet from her pussy, found his length again but only long enough to guide his cock where they both needed it to be.
Soft warmth met the head of his cock when he settled against her slit. His palm opened up to her stomach, fingers splaying wide over the expanse of her skin, so he could hold her to the bed while he filled her full.
“I wanna feel every squirm; hear every goddamn sound that comes out of you while I fuck you. Do you hear me?”
She dragged in a shaky breath, nodding. “Yeah—it’s all yours tonight.”
All his.
He liked the sound of that.
Probably too much.
It didn’t matter.
All he wanted now was to fuck. So did she, and so he gave her exactly what he promised. He took his time pushing forward, each small flex of his hips letting his cock split her open and fill her full a little more. Until those wiggles came, and her head tipped back against the pillow because she wanted more.
“Oh, my God.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, “pray to me. I wanna hear that, too.”
Hovering high so that he could watch the way his cock, slick with her, disappeared into her cunt. Pinning her down meant she couldn’t do much, but she tried. Her hips rocked, urging him on and silently asking for more, but no. One inch at a fucking time. Until he was settled all the way deep and every single muscle inside her pussy clung to each ridge of his cock, and he couldn’t breathe from how tight she was.
Their heavy breaths matched in weight, her chest rising when his fell with an exhale. His shoulders ached from the control it took to stay still for just a second so that she could feel him like that.
Full of him.
“Please ... I just need, please—”
He was wrong. She was most beautiful when she begged. It also took what remained of his control and shattered it. Part of him wanted to hold her legs open as wide as he could get them while he pounded as deep as he could get. Another part of him wanted to see just how much of him she was willing to take.
How hard would she fuck him?
He went with the latter.
All it took was the slip of his arm under her back, and a roll of his weight to the side for their positions to be changed. It took Gigi all of two seconds to realize she was the one on top, and he didn’t regret the change for a second.
How could he?
On top of him, tits pushed out as she circled her hips into him harder and faster with each twist of her body, it was intoxicating. The sight of her was like taking a long drink of the best liquor, and the buzz was immediate. Grabbing a fistful of her ass with each hand to drag her into every rise of his hips as he met her rhythm, he knew he’d leave marks behind. She would feel him for days after this. It only made him hotter.
For tonight, he got to own this girl. Have every part of her. She was all his. He was already fucking delirious from it.
And shit ...
They had just started.
It was going to be a good night.
Five
THE LAST person Lev expected to find waiting outside his apartment building two days after the bar shooting was Andino Marcello. Yet, there the man waited while he leaned against a black Mercedes Benz as he worked on lighting up a thick cigar.
In his tailored suit, with a watch on his wrist that glittered in the early morning light every time he moved his arm, the man looked entirely out of place. He certainly didn’t look like he belonged in the parking lot of a low-income apartment building, all things considered.
Shit, his vehicle alone was probably worth more than the rest of the rust buckets combined in the parking lot of the building. Lev suspected it wasn’t very often that the man left his proverbial golden towers to come and visit the people of Harlem.
Not that any of it seemed to bother Andino.
“You usually this late to get around in the mornings?” Andino asked when Lev approached. He didn’t have a reason to suspect Andino had come there to find him, specifically, but at the same time ... who the fuck else would he be there for? “Not sure I like that very much.”
“What difference does my schedule make to you?”
Andino smirked,