Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(106)

Licking his lips he surveyed me, displayed before him. “Can I?” he asked politely.

“Yes!” I breathed. Please! my mind screamed.

His fingers barely had time to pull the bow loose on my lace bra before he fell on me again, covering my naked body deliciously with his taut, athletic form. He lined himself up with his hand and stared into my eyes as he dragged the head of his cock along my wet furrow.

My breath caught in my throat but I couldn’t look away from his eyes. The blue was so clear, I felt like I could hear his primal, thundering thoughts. My fingers laced behind his broad shoulders and I pulled him closer, bucking my hips against his.

He hesitated a moment longer, almost longer than I could stand, then pushed himself into me. He was thicker than I thought he would be, almost thicker than I could bear. The feeling of stretching to take him was exquisite. I hooked my ankle over his hips and dragged him deeper into me.

Jackson stared into me and clenched his jaw, stroking all the way in and all the way out, slowly, burying himself to the hilt while I bit my lip. His jaw clenched in concentration. My fingers wandered over his back, kneading the muscles as they flexed and rolled in succession. I wanted to tattoo him onto the palms of my hands.

As he surged and rocked his cock deeper, harder, I touched every part of him I could reach. When I pinched his nipples he sped up to a gallop and I pinched harder, kissing him, sucking on his lower lip to remind him of how I sucked on his cock the night before. I felt him throttle past the point of no return almost instantly and he began bucking furiously. He grabbed the tops of my shoulders for counterbalance and rammed his cock into me over and over. I tried not to laugh with delight. His arms were so strong around me, I felt like I was turning to jelly in his hands. Every inch of me submitted to his desires. I didn’t care anything for myself, just wanted to let him come inside me, as hard and fast as he could.

And he did. Breath exploded from his nose in short, animal bursts as he pounded me unrelentingly, then finally he yanked my shoulders down and buried himself as deeply as he could, roaring into my hair as he came in shuddering spasms.

I held him deeply in me as his body lurched and rocked, trying to feel all of it through him. Finally he fell, leaden and panting. He kissed my jaw and behind my ear and untangled his hands from my hair.

“Ohhhhh baby,” I sighed happily, kissing his sweetly dampened hairline.

My limbs felt like silly putty, but I still wanted to touch him all over. The sensations continued to ricochet in my brain back and forth like ping pong balls, turning into bright visual trails and back to sensory memories, tracing their crazy paths as though they created a logical pattern. I felt like I was breathing inside a live, throbbing painting. My crotch pulsed brightly as he slowly fell out.

He chuckled shyly. “You’re not at all what I expected.”

I shrugged. “You’re not what I expected either. Bridget said you were fat.”

“Ha! Did she?”

“No, of course not,” I admitted.

“Can we--” he started, then pushed himself on one elbow to look into my eyes. Every time our eyes met I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping in surprise at the intense sensation of light passing between us. “Margot, I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

I shook my head quickly. “Technically, at this point, it is a two-time thing.”

“I know what I said earlier--”

Oh, yeah, he did say something earlier. I just couldn’t hear any of it. I wonder what it was?

“--but I don’t think I can do that.”

My mind did cartwheels of joy but I managed to just nod demurely.

“I’ve never done this sort of thing before,” I admitted quietly. “I mean, I’ve done this but… well I’m usually a little more reserved.”

Cold, Edna’s voice suddenly reminded me, and I cringed at the thought.

“Jeez, me either,” he said with a charming, deep chuckle. The sound was so like his brother that a sudden white pang of embarrassment stabbed through my chest, but I pushed it aside as fast as I could. “Let’s just… take it slow.”

“I think it’s too late for that.”

“Hm, yes,” he laughed again. “You really do make an impression, Margot Trask.”

“Well, good. That’s what I was going for,” I sighed.

My heart beat like a bird in my chest and I pulled him close to me. I crushed the warning voices that swelled in a chorus, drowning them with the waves of bliss that still seeped through my exhausted limbs. I’d figure it out. There had to be a way. I hadn’t felt this satisfied, this real in so long I couldn’t even remember.