Mafia King (Young Irish Rebels #2) - Vi Carter Page 0,53

so far, and she doesn’t disappoint this time either. As she takes down her trousers, I meet my gaze in the mirror. Emma’s red head of hair moves back up, and I bury my hands in it as I crane her neck back.

She’s panting as hard as I am, her ruby red lips parted, waiting. She’s too good for me.

My lips crush hers, and I know I can’t stop now. I fill her warm mouth with my tongue while pushing my raging hard cock against her.

She’s a virgin. I can’t just fuck her hard. I move back to give my hand space to dip a finger inside her. She groans instantly, her hands pressed against my chest. She’s wet. I slip in a second finger, and her groans grow louder. She’s soaking wet.

I remove my fingers and tip the head of my cock into her opening. She doesn’t freeze like I thought she might. Gripping her legs, I drag her up my body, so her entrance is level with the head of my cock. Using the counter space behind us, I place her on it and don’t break the kiss. Her nipples brush against my chest, and I can’t hold back as I push myself inside her.

A squeal of surprise from her lips doesn’t slow me down as I bury my full cock inside her. I meet my gaze again in the mirror as I drag myself out of her before pushing back in. She isn’t groaning, and her pussy tenses around me.

I push back in, wanting to move faster and harder. I keep looking at myself so I don’t hurt her, so I don’t take her with the need that swirls and grows inside me. Her pussy loosens slightly, and it’s a green light for me to pull out and push in quicker. A squeal mixed with a groan has me closing my eyes and gripping her waist. I drag her onto my cock where I start to fuck her like I want to. I want to get lost in the act, and I do. The sting of my flesh against hers encourages me to go faster and harder. Her pussy clenches again, and it feels so good as I rock my body into hers. I hold her waist with one hand and allow the other to get tangled in her hair. I drag her face away from my mouth and into my chest as I continue to lose myself in Emma.

Her moans grow louder and faster. My hand digs into her waist, dragging her small frame onto me until I’m fully in her filling her up with all my anger and lust.

Each pound takes me further away. Her nails dig into my chest, and I loosen my hold on her hair, allowing her to breathe as I fuck her hard, driving her back on the counter.

I fuck her until I can feel my release so close. My own groans are filling the bathroom until I release myself inside her tight pussy. My release comes with Emma’s. I want to see her. Yanking her head back, I don’t slow as I watch her face twist and contract in ecstasy. Her lids fly open, and her green eyes sing her release as I pound into her pussy. I slow when I see the light dwindle in her gaze. My fingers untangle from her hair, and I slow down fully to a stop. I don’t pull out of her as she clings to me, panting.

I meet my gaze again in the mirror, and I hate the person I see.

I think I always have.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

EMMA

Shay eases out of me. His gaze is downcast as he steps away from the counter and picks up a towel. I’m still struggling to catch my breath while I watch him, thinking he’s coming back to allow me to clean up. Instead, he walks past me.

“There’s plenty of warm water,” He speaks as he leaves me in the bathroom alone. My fingers tighten on the counter, and I’m wondering if that just happened. Did he just have sex with me for the first time and just walk away?

I close my legs, and an ache throbs in between them. Sliding off the counter is hard, but facing what we just did and how it ended is harder.

What did I expect him to do, hold me and cradle me? Heat races along my neck and scorches my face. The bathroom door is half-open, and I don’t want him to