Taken by the Italian Mafia(17)

"I know in my heart that you're not as bad as you make yourself out to be, Rocco. There's nothing wrong with that."

"It's a big gamble to take on a stranger." How had his lips drawn so  close to hers? Whitney glanced down. It had been a long time since a man  had gotten under her skin like Rocco had. It had been even longer yet  since she'd wanted someone this bad.

"Then let's not be strangers," she whispered, heart alive from want of him.

No more words were said.

Whitney didn't know if she had leaned into him, or if he had closed the  distance between them. All she knew was that when they kissed for the  first time, she didn't care who he was, what he did, or where they were.  Rocco's lips were everything she wanted, both commanding and sweet in  their insistence. He tasted good in a way she never thought possible  after a night's sleep. No matter which way she turned the kiss over in  her mind, it was perfect. Rocco was perfect. Whitney never wanted the  moment to end.

But a kiss never lasted forever. Rocco parted their lips and looked at her.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're incredible, Whitney Greene?" he asked. Whitney's cheeks grew warm as she looked down.

"Not until right now," she said, and meant it. That kind of kindness and  support had never been hers to enjoy, not even from her past  boyfriends. Historically her taste in men was terrible, and Rocco only  proved her poor choices. But there was a redeemable quality in him that  she'd never found in other lovers.

"Well, it's true," he replied, "and it's also true that you have the best goddamn lips I've ever had the pleasure to kiss."

Glee lit up Whitney's face, and she held back a laugh.

"If you think that," she cooed, "why don't you kiss them some more?"

Whitney didn't have to ask twice. Before she had time to gasp in  delight, Rocco and pinned her onto her back and lay on top of her. The  lips she cherished were back on her own, and he guided her through a  kiss far more heated than the first. Between his erection and the  intensity with which he kissed her, there was no question what his  motives were. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.         

     



 

Caught beneath him as she was, all Whitney could do was run her hand up  his arm and to the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his dark  hair. The locks were soft and smooth, the kind of hair she wished she'd  had when she was younger.

Body aching for him, Whitney lifted her hips so that the pressure  between their bodies increased. To her, the sign was clear: do something  about these jeans. Instead, Rocco took her gesture as an invitation to  let her know what she was about to get herself into. A thrust of his  hips dug his clothed erection across her stomach. Whitney couldn't help  but gasp against his lips. It hadn't been what she was expecting.

She was still fully clothed, and he was in his shorts, but she could  feel herself getting wetter as their bodies became better acquainted.  Whitney needed him, and she could hold herself back no longer.

"Take my jeans off," she begged him when their kiss broke. "Take it all off. I want to feel you inside of me."

Although there was unchecked desire in his eyes, Rocco held himself  back. There was an uneasiness in his expression that spelled hesitance.

"I don't have a condom," he said. Condoms were the last thing on  Whitney's mind. She needed to feel him moving inside of her and feel  that need met. If she didn't let herself indulge, she thought she would  go crazy.

"Doesn't matter. I need you. Please."

All Whitney could think about was his length slipped between her legs.  How their bodies would feel one against another when all barriers  between them were removed.

"As long as you're sure," he replied. The caution in his expression  slipped away, giving in to his baser nature. The animal that lurked  inside, the one who wanted her and nothing more, emerged in full. One of  Rocco's hands undid the button of her jeans, and when the fly was  lowered he tore them from her frame, leaving her in the thin black  thong.

"I'm sure," she promised. As Rocco's fingers hooked into the elastic of  her thong, Whitney occupied herself with wiggling out of the shirt he'd  given her the night before. Hours ago she'd been embarrassed to bare her  breasts before him, but now she wanted Rocco to see. She wanted to  drive him crazy. For all the poor life choices she'd made, and knew she  would continue to make, Rocco was the best one.

When her body was left nude, back to the mattress, Rocco took the time  to tug down his shorts. The elastic waistline caught against his  erection, but a second insistent tug saw the garment pulled free. The  shaft Whitney fantasized about was on display above her, bobbing from  its own weight. It was just as thick and long as it had felt against her  ass and across her stomach, and Whitney was greedy for it. Without  pause, she reached down and wrapped her palm around it. A few bold  strokes proved to Rocco that she was ready - not that he needed much  more evidence. The crotch of her thong was soaked, showing him just how  aroused she really was.

"So naughty," he murmured, allowing his hips to move lazily against her  hand. A bead of precum threatened to drip from the tip of his cock,  length ready for her. "Who knew my good girl could be so bad?"

"There's a lot more to learn. Why don't you go ahead and start the first lesson?"

It was rare that she was this smooth, but Rocco awoke the seductress  inside of her and filled her with confidence. Whitney lifted one of her  long legs and ran it down Rocco's hip towards his thigh. Before the leg  could get too far, Rocco caught it with one of his arms and held it  steady. She was spread for him now, and he wasn't going to let her tempt  him without following through.

"It would be my pleasure."

A trill of delight burst from her lips as Rocco hoisted her body upward.  The smooth slit he desired met the heavy erection he'd teased her with,  and Whitney gasped in ecstasy. Rocco hadn't penetrated her yet, but the  length of his cock brushed up against her clit and sent waves of sharp  bliss through her body. When his hips rocked, that pleasure intensified.

"R-Rocco," she gasped, lowering her arms so she could cling to his neck.  Lower half pulled off the bed, shoulders and upper back resting on the  mattress, it was as much support as Whitney could find.

Rocco looked down at her with eyes hardened with dominance. Another  pointed thrust of his hips ran his cock over her clit to send Whitney  spiraling down into pleasure's grasps. She couldn't take any more.

"Please, take me," she begged, angling her hips in an effort to catch  the head of his cock as it worked against her body. The tip caught.  Whitney breathed out in delight, offered herself with a lift of her  hips, and then shuddered as Rocco pushed onward. The length of his cock  buried itself inside of her, pressing up against her wall as it did so.  The g-spot stimulation hit all at once, and rippling pleasure seized  Whitney and refused to let go. Rocco hadn't begun to thrust, and already  she felt like she might cum.         

     



 

"Right there," came the throaty exclamation. "Oh my god, Rocco. Right there..."

He needed no further instruction. With a buck of his hips, Rocco pushed  into her, and Whitney bit back a scream of pleasure. Now she remembered  why it was she always fell for the bad boy - bad on the streets, but  good in bed. Great in bed, as she was quickly finding out. It was as  though Rocco's body had been made in order to give her pleasure, and he  was eager to put himself to use. Whitney held on, met his thrusts, and  rode out the waves of delight that pulsed through her.

Rocco fucked her hard. Whitney's back and shoulders dug down into the  mattress beneath his force, but still she hungered for more. Each push  of his hips had her seeing stars. Rocco was like no one she'd ever slept  with before, and no one she would sleep with again. The power he  possessed and the danger he embodied only made the coupling that much  more dynamic.

"I'm going to cum," he told her. Disappointment washed Whitney's  enthusiasm away at the thought that their session would come to an end.  This whole time she'd been on the brink of orgasm, but she hadn't found  her end yet.

"Don't stop," she pleaded.

"I can't stop," it was almost a snarl, but Rocco bit back on his anger just in time. "Where do you want it?"

Stomach. Ass. Chest. Whitney knew she shouldn't let him stay inside of  her, but she didn't want to give him up just yet. If she could ride his  cock just a little longer from where she was suspended, if she could  tighten herself just a little and let it all go...

"Whitney!" he said, jaw clenched as he fought to hold himself back. The  thrusts did not slow - one way or another, Rocco was determined to reach  the end.

"Stay inside," she uttered, breathless. As soon as she spoke the words,  she bucked her own hips and buried his length inside of her deeper. The  pressure between their bodies was outstanding. Whitney knew she was  making a mistake, that if she were smart she would get him to pull out,  but she couldn't bring herself to part from him just yet.