Mafia's Final Play (Mafia's Obsession #3) - Summer Cooper Page 0,9
her over and over, until he felt her spasm around him, until she croaked out his name on a strangled sob of pleasure.
He could feel how hard she came. He could feel it in the way her pussy gripped at him, milked him, as she strangled out sounds underneath him. Matteo dug his toes into the carpet and held on for all he was worth, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. Not with the way she was going off.
He cried out as his pleasure shot up his spine, straight back down and through his cock. His fingers tensed on her hips, held her tight to his body, as he let himself go at last. The pleasure only lasted a few seconds, if that long, but the build-up to it was exquisite, and that brief, eternal moment seemed to go on forever sometimes, as it did now.
She might only get one fuck out of him tonight. He knew that wasn’t true though, he’d find the will somewhere if she wanted another round. He always did. Not just to please her, though, but because he couldn’t get enough of her himself.
He crawled up the bed and pulled her into his arms a few moments later, and brushed her hair out of her face. “You alright?”
He could feel she was still trembling, and her right hand shook a little when she brought it up stroke his cheek. “I’m fine.”
Was she though? He watched her and soon the trembles stopped and she sighed happily. He watched her fingers and saw her pinky twitch a couple of times, but then that stopped too. She was alright.
“Can you stand up?” he asked with a laugh because he knew her legs would probably shake when she tried to get up.
“Maybe. Let’s try. I want some cranberry juice and maybe some vodka.” She laughed when she nearly fell on the floor, but she managed to stand up and walk with him to the kitchen. “I’ll have this, then grab a shower. We’ll watch a movie after if you want?”
“Sure, but maybe I’ll join you in the shower…” he started to say but she shook her head.
“No, you won’t, buddy. I need to scrub up and get to bed so my legs will stop shaking. Another round of that tonight and I won’t be able to get up tomorrow.” She gave him a look with her eyebrow cocked over her eye and he laughed.
With his hands held up, he turned away and opened the fridge to take out a bottle of apple juice. “Fine, fine. If that’s how you want to be. Movie and sleep, like old people do.”
“Oh, not quite honey. I doubt old people fuck like we just did.” She laughed, and it drew his eyes down to her naked breasts. Neither one of them had dressed and he couldn’t help but stare at her. Every inch of her was perfect.
“No, I doubt they do,” he muttered and pushed her up against the fridge to kiss her deep and long; a slow but soulful kiss that had her clinging to him with renewed hunger. “I hope this fridge doesn’t tip over.”
They were the last words he said before she pulled his head back down to hers for another kiss.
4
Matteo winced the next morning and pulled his sunglasses down as the sunlight hit his eyes. Marie’s attention kept him awake far past his bedtime the night before and his eyes watered at the strength of the sun. But the sting didn’t dim his smile as he got into his car, not even a little bit.
She might be restless, tired of being cooped up, and on the verge of tearing off the door and running out of the apartment, but she still wanted him. Maybe that was part of the reason she’d been so insatiable the night before, he reasoned as he pulled out into traffic and headed for the construction office. She had to burn off her energy somehow, and obviously, the treadmill wasn’t enough.
The smile stayed on his face when he walked through the door and saw how Penelope frowned at him. She stared at him with narrowed eyes as he started to whistle softly and pour out a cup of coffee.
“What’s wrong with you?” she finally asked when he waltzed into his office without closing the door as he usually did.
“Not a thing, Penelope. I’m just fine.” He looked up as she walked into his office, that smile still front and center.