Packing Heat(56)

“Come on, girl,” he said. “Suck that fucking cock. I’ve had dreams about this.”

I took him into my throat, loving how much he wanted it, needing to work him. I pulled back, gasping and jerking his soaked cock off, staring into his eyes. He groaned and pulled me back down, pressing my mouth down along his cock, pushing it into my throat. I let him fuck my mouth like that, taking him between my lips, groaning.

I couldn’t help but reach back and feel my soaking clit, rubbing myself as I sucked his cock. I spread my legs, ass in the air, sucking his thick cock, taking it down my throat. He grunted, pushing me down, and then released me.

I gasped and couldn’t take it a second longer. I moved forward, wrapped my legs around his waist, and slowly slid down along his thick cock.

“Oh shit,” I gasped as he took my hips. I slid down his length, taking him inside me. He groaned as I twisted my hips, working my back, and slowly slid back up.

“That’s right,” he said. “I love feeling this soaked pussy wrapped around my cock. I love feeling your skin from the inside, you dirty fucking girl. Ride that cock.”

“Yes, Rafa,” I groaned.

“Fuck. Say that again.”

“Yes, Rafa.”

He slapped my ass hard as I began to ride him up and down, sliding along his slick cock. I felt the glow of pleasure building in my core as I began to slide faster and faster, working my hips.

He took my ass in his hands and fucked me, working with my rhythm. I put my hands on his chest, looking down into his eyes. I wanted him to come inside me, wanted to take his hot cum deep inside my pussy. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as I rode him, working my hips.

He slapped my ass again. “I want you to come on this big cock,” he commanded. “I want to see you fucking come.”

“Yes, Rafa,” I answered.

He reached forward and pulled me down toward him. He held my hair and kissed me hard as he began to fuck me rough. He slammed into my ass, his cock pistoning in and out of me, filling me and fucking me. I moaned into his kiss, rolling my hips and working his cock.

I could feel it building, building inside. I could feel how close I was, and I wasn’t going to stop. Rafa wasn’t going to let me stop. He held me down and fucked me, pulling me against his chest. I gripped his shoulders as he destroyed me, completely destroyed me, and I wasn’t going to stop him.

The orgasm came over me then. It rolled through my body and he held me tight, not letting up, his thick cock fucking me hard as I came. It obliterated my mind, ran through me like a fire, burning through my core and taking me to that place I could only ever reach when Rafa took my body.

I felt him stiffen and groan in response to my orgasm, and I felt him come inside me. I couldn’t help myself; I began to roll my hips, working with him through our orgasms, loving it and needing it.

Finally, it passed, and I collapsed next to him on the floor. We were both dripping sweat. I reached down and checked his leg.

“Bleeding?” he asked.

“No,” I confirmed.

“Good.” He laughed. “It would be worth it anyway.”

I just smiled and put my head on his chest. I listened to the thumping bounds of his heart and realized that I didn’t think I’d be able to live without that beating in my ear ever again.

I was changed, and I didn’t know what that change really meant.





28





Rafa





My fucking wound ached, but it was more than worth it to have had that girl riding my cock. Cassidy made me feel right, made me feel good. She lit a fucking fire in my stomach and set me blazing for hours.

No other woman had made me feel that way. Maybe it was the danger we found ourselves in together, or maybe it was the baby I knew was growing inside her.

Or maybe it was just her. Smart, strong, and fucking sexy, Cassidy was something I’d never experienced before. I knew I should have hated her, knew I should have let my people have her, but I couldn’t. She was my enemy, but she wasn’t.

We ate lunch together, talking and laughing quietly. It was so comfortable being together like that. After the time we spent together while I was recovering from surgery, it felt like I had known her for years. We could talk about everything and nothing, and it all felt good.

Of course, that couldn’t last. Nothing good could last in the mafia.

There was a knock at the door just as we finished eating.

“Go away,” I yelled.

She laughed and got up. She walked over to the door and opened it.

Arturo Barone was standing there, smiling.

“Hello, dear,” he said.

She stepped back, clearly surprised. I stood up, a surge of protective fear running through me.

Arturo never made house calls. You always went to him if you were going to see him at all. In all my time with the mafia, I’d seen Arturo outside his office maybe a handful of times.