Going After Heaven (Mafia Romance)

Chapter Forty

With one pull Gabriele swings me to his shoulder and the next thing I know I am on the kitchen island, my back on it with my legs spread open.

He pulls my denim shorts down to my thighs, the kitchen island cold against my bare butt. His tongue descends on my opening without fore signs, I moan as he takes one pressed-in swipe before pulling away to drag my shorts down my legs. "You taste so good, salty, delicious" I squirm out of my shorts. He runs his finger from my ankle—with the elongated snake from the head of my Medusa tattoo— to my butt cheek, sending a shiver pulsing through me.

He pulls me by my cardigan to sit up and his mouth lands on mine again. His hands land on my breasts.  He starts to knead.

"Heaven, are you sure?" He stops the kiss to look me in the eyes, his hands still kneading my breasts. Those ambers burning any second guessing I might have out of my veins. "I can always make you come but if you let me feel your pussy around my cock, there will be no undoing that"

This is a man that has wanted to fuck me from the first night he saw me with an opportunity to take what he had always wanted, but still, he seeks consent. He seeks assurance. He seeks approval.

He seeks the truth.

And the truth I will give him. Here and now. I can do that for him and myself unsure of what the outcome of meeting with Black Rifle tomorrow will be.

"I want you, Gabriele, I want this, I've wanted you for so long, and I'll be lying if I don't say you feel so right" I move my hand to wrap around his cock.

Thick.
Gritty.
Needy.

I circle the slimy precum with my thumb. I stroke, biting down my lower lip and he groans.

"I want you too Heaven, always have, always will, I..." I start to pump him and a gut sound topples out of his lips. "I... I can't stop myself from wanting you"

"Good, now take me," I gulp. "Be my first," he stiffens. His dilated pupils search mine, his brows narrow and his lips curl in disbelief.

I stop pumping him.

I thought I had no idea why I didn't want to have sex with any man. I had thought I was consumed by my revenge plan. But the truth is I was waiting for him to come along. Because even now that I am more consumed by my revenge plan, I still want to feel him filling me up and turning me into raindrops of melted steel. Turning me into steel flakes.

"No one has ever, because I won't let anyone," I say answering the question his facial expression is asking.

"But you will let me?" He sounds shocked. As shocked as Gabriele can sound.

"I will" I plant a kiss on his lips, an UnHeavenly thing to do. "I will let you"

I start to stroke him.

"I am sorry," he groans, the throat stuff with cotton candy kind. His hand moves to cup the side of my butt, "I am too much of a selfish man to say no to this even though I know I don't deserve it, but I want to have you, Heaven, no matter how short, cause either way I'll lose you" his fingers dig into my butt cheek possessively.

His mouth moves to my breast. He pecks my nipples through the fabric of my cardigan. He repeats the pecks, bouncing between the two, before unbuttoning the cardigan, and pushing it carelessly off my shoulders till my breasts are bare to him.

"You have a such beautiful body," he breathes on one nipple while his fingers knead on the other.

My grip tightens around his length and my free hand holds onto the edge of the kitchen island for an anchor. He pulls me to the edge of the kitchen island, I feel my wetness smear on it and it turns me whirring in a sweet sensation. I guide his cock to my opening, rubbing the tip against my opening. Good, that feels so fucking good. He feels it too with the bestial sound that vibrates out of him.

I moan loudly when I feel his tip nuzzling my opening.

"Spread open baby," I let go of his length, grip the edge, then open my legs as wide as I can go. "I want to take you raw," it's not a question but I nod. I want to feel him against my skin with no barriers too.

He drops the hand on my breast to grab his length. His other hand on my butt grips me, any tighter and I'll bleed, embossing me with his possessiveness. He pushes his tip into me and my head falls back, a loud moan vibrating from my core out of my mouth. He stops, waiting.

"Yes, Gabriele, give me more"

He pushes again and he groans in sync with my loud pleasure cry. His mouth lands on my nipple and his hand on his cock goes to massage my breast, numbing any pain from that intrusion. I relax into his touch and with one swift thrust he buries his length completely inside of me. Filling me to the brim.

"Hasssss" I exhale. I feel so fucking full.

"You feel—-so —-fucking, fuck" he growls, "you feel so fucking good" his mouth trails from my breast to my neck, stretched. He starts to move, first in slow circles, drawing sweet circles like the ones he likes to draw on me.

So this was what he was doing? Preparing my mind for a pattern. For how he would fuck me.

"Yes—- Gabriele, yes" I groan. Loving it.

He starts to thrust but still in a circular motion.

Oh my.

"Yes, ahhhh"

"I love your pussy Heaven, it feels so good" he picks up his circular thrusts motion. I moan, letting go of the edge of the kitchen island to grab a fistful of his curls with both hands.

"Oh God Gabriele"  I bite down on his neck, "y—es" I grit into his neck.

"Yes?" He groans.

"Fucking yes," I grit.

"This is mine Heaven, this body, this tight pussy," I nod, "say it"

"I am yours" and I am.

"I have always been yours" his hand goes around my waist and he pulls me up so I'm barely sitting on the kitchen island. My legs wrap around him and he picks up his pace. Quick spin-thrusting. Grazing a spot inside me that's so sweet I can taste it on my tongue. He keeps driving me, his other hand comes to my breast and he grabs it, flickering my nipple.

His strokes switch to back and forth thrusts, hammering that sweet spot like a blacksmith to a metal.

"Allldnndjdnkjejnrr" I sputter. "Hebrhjeisnbehebeh"

I feel my orgasm sprinting through my veins, filling my whole body with intense heat waves, gushing through.

"Arrrrrrrrgh" he growls.

My vision twitches, my legs become mush, my bite on his neck sinks deeper, my fingers pull at his curls, and my heartbeat suspends as he thrust and thrust and thrust till the heat wave gushes to my guts and out my body.

I combust, bending from his hammering to whatever he wants to make of me. I feel the stiff, doubtful, cautious part of myself splinter as my orgasm shoots me to heights. My body spasm. Tears slip from my eyes as I jerk repeatedly, screaming as my core tightens around his length, and I come undone.

Till every part of me is seared into an agreement, that he is an inferno and I never stood a chance.

Never.