The second we walk into the apartment, Richie smashes his lips against mine, as if he is trying to flatten and destroy my mouth. I hungrily pushed back, my mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against my soft cheeks and I gripped his head firmly as if to keep him from escaping. I work my mouth against his, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.He lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me and I kiss him back with the same intensity, filling his mouth with my tongue. He walks us upstairs to his room without breaking the kiss. "I can't wait to fucking have you," he says, his lips still against mine as he kicks open the bedroom door.
He lays me gently on the bed and releases my lips. I stare at him breathlessly, missing his touch already. I don't know how I'm going to get the keys but screw them, at this moment, I need Richie inside of me more than I need them.
He lifts my dress, taking it off my body before he brings his lips to my neck and sucks it hard. I arch my back in pleasure, wetness pooling between my legs. Richie then releases my neck and leaves hot kisses on my shoulder as he works on the hook of my bra. He gently moves my bra strap down my arm. Upon tossing my bra aside, he lowers his gaze down and sets his eyes on my nipples. "Wow!" A gasp escapes his mouth "You're even hotter on the inside."
With a smirk he cups my breast with his hands, pinching my nipples until they become hard as he proceeds to suck and lick them. I moan arching my back and pushing myself deeper into his mouth.
At this point, I can't even blame the alcohol because my hormones aren't doing any good.
Richie sucks harder on my tits pulling my nipples between his teeth. I unconsciously push my tits deeper into his mouth, wanting more. He takes his time on my left tits before moving to my right tits. He makes sure to give the same attention. I feel my core throb, eager for him to be inside of me.
I then pull his shirt over his head as his hands lower to my waist, pushing down my underwear. Once I am fully naked, I help him unfasten his pants, eased his briefs over his hips, and brushed the length of his cock with my palm before taking him in my mouth. He sighs, eyes shut, probably thinking about how unbelievably good it felt. When I got a throaty moan, I roll my mouth from base to tip and he looks at me as if wanting to open my mouth, hollow my cheeks, and slid all the way down.
"What?" I ask
"Shh," He pulls me up so we are face-to-face again. He slid his hands between my legs, positioning my fingers and thumb.
"You're fucking soaking, I love this." He inhales.
His lips meet mine and he kisses me slowly, his tongue teasing mine. His lips seem to be molded against mine perfectly as if made just for me. He pulls away and kisses the corners of my mouth, followed by my nose and then my lips again. My hands go to his back in a desperate attempt to pull him closer to me.
"Slow baby, we have all the time we need." He whispers. His lips touched my earlobe. His fingertips lightly brush my chest, and then his touch travels all the way to my stomach, making me burn with pleasure.
"You're so fucking beautiful." Richie nibbles my ear and leaves hot kisses along my neck and shoulders. I stare up at the ceiling, trying my best not to acknowledge how much I love his lips on my skin.
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Hating The Mafia King
RomanceRachel Green whose life revolves around the perfect things of life. Her world was shattered when she witnesses her mother's tragic death at the merciless hands of Richard Maranzano, the ruthless and enigmatic young Mafia king. Swearing to avenge her...