Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 185: Shut Up And Fuck Me
"If you feel any pain..." he started to say.
"Luca... shut up and fuck me," she ordered.
He paused for a heartbeat, drinking in her words, then let a dark chuckle escape him.
"You’re a fucking slut," he muttered, his lips brushing against her ear as he leaned closer.
He slid his cock inside her, the slow, steady pace intentional at first, testing, savoring.
Her moans filled the room, rising around him, dizzying him with their rawness.
Each movement became harder, faster, driven by desire he could no longer contain.
On his next thrust, he rammed into her with force, drawing the most delicious sound from her lips.
The intensity built between them, until control was impossible.
His pace lacked rhythm now, as her ass bounced beneath him. He licked his lips, eyes dark with need, smacking her ass. His hands roamed freely, fondling her. "I want to fuck you in the ass so bad," he groaned. "But I don’t have any fucking tools here," he admitted, frustration edging his words.
"Tools?" she asked.
But he was too far gone to care, lost in the heat of the moment, every thought consumed by her.
His hand gripped hard at her waist, teeth clenched against the rush of sensation.
He waited, taut with need, for her release.
Her body trembled beneath him, and he could feel every shiver, every pulse of anticipation.
To speed her up, knowing he couldn’t hold on much longer.
She had so generously helped him with an estimate earlier.
It had been almost two months since he had last fucked her, a starvation he could no longer deny.
He slid his hands under her, exploring, finding the places that drove her wild. His fingers landed on her clit, circling and teasing with a rhythm meant to push her over the edge.
Every motion, every touch, was a desperate attempt to merge their need, to reach release together.
That helped instantly, sending shivers through her body.
"Luca...." she trembled beneath him.
Just as her muscles tightened, a scream tore out of her lips.
Luca stilled in her, every nerve alive, his cock pulsing erratically inside her. "Oh God!" he grunted. His heart felt like it was about to fly out of his chest, beating too fast to count. "Oh my fucking God!" he exclaimed again, lost in the intensity of the moment.
Her fingers dug into his thigh, holding on as she rode out her climax, every motion driving them both higher, more frenzied.
He felt his cum slide out of her, warm and binding them together in that perfect, chaotic surrender. He rolled away from her, chest rising and falling as if his lungs could never get enough air. His body still thrummed with the aftershocks of their chaos, muscles trembling, heart hammering against his ribcage. "Jesus Christ! We should do this celibacy thing more often," he gasped.
Vee’s laughter rippled through the room. "Okay, before you take a break, could you pass me my pill bottle? It’s on the dresser, beside the other multitude of meds from the hospital," she said.
"I’m not getting you that," Luca said.
"What? You’re going to make me—a crippled woman who just gave you the best orgasm—roll off this bed and walk all the way over there for my pills?"
"Yup!" he said simply, sliding his hands behind his head.
"You’re a jerk!" she shot back, her eyes narrowing, lips pressing into a pout.
"Tell me something I don’t know, honey," he quipped, his smirk broadening as his gaze roamed over her still-flushed body.
Vee, of course, was not about to let him off so easily. She made a big show of it, rolling onto her side, then sitting up with exaggerated care. Her legs swung over the edge of the bed like a sloth’s, wincing, groaning lightly, exaggerating the struggle for maximum effect. Every small motion was theater, and he had to admire her commitment to it, even if it made him want to groan in frustration.
Luca rolled his eyes, standing up from the bed, the muscles of his chest taut as he watched her. "I hate you!" he said.
She chuckled softly.
"You can take a dick but you can’t get your behind to get your fucking pills," Luca snapped, striding across the room. He snatched the pill bottle off the dresser with a flourish, opening it and holding one out to her. "It’s like I’m helping you get rid of babies!"
Vee rolled her eyes, a laugh curling from her lips. "Would you stop whining?!" she shot back.
"Come on," he said, hands resting on his hips now, cocked head leaning slightly. "What will it take?"
"Luca," she said as she swallowed the pill he had so dramatically handed her, "standing there, naked in front of me, demanding for a baby is very distracting." Her gaze flicked down for a second, then back up.
"Answer me," he demanded, stepping closer, chest taut, eyes piercing through her.
She swallowed again, more than the pill this time—her nerves, her heart, everything caught in that electric tension between them. "Marry me."
Luca went still. Then he exhaled sharply. "You are a mean bitch!"
Vee shrugged, a sly smirk lifting one side of her lips as she flopped back onto the bed, letting herself sink into the sheets. "Are you staying tonight?" she asked casually.
"Yeah..." he admitted. "I just have to check in with Nonnina."
"So you will have dinner here?" she asked, lifting herself slightly to watch him.
"Uhhhh... I was actually thinking she could bring my dinner here," he muttered.
Vee raised a brow, catching the hesitation. "Why do you only eat her food?"
"Food poisoning," he said, shrugging. "We only eat food made by hands we trust."
"Oh... Okay," she said slowly, processing it. "Uhmm... I am not trying to compete with Nonnina—Lord knows I can’t even—but I could, every once in a while, make sure to make your meals and supervise just as she would. How about that?"
"Of course."
(Brought to you by Janelle Fox)
