Cosa Nostra: A Steamy Mafia Romance (Kids of The District Book 3) by Nicci Harris (new books to read .TXT) 📕

What does my little ballerina want?

To suck my dick?

My cock fills quickly with all the blood now pumping fiercely from my heart, causing it to span out across my thigh. Reaching down, I stroke her hair and then drag my thumb along her lower lip. I run my gaze down between her shoulder blades, to her little back, and over the crease of her backside. She leans up on her heels, and now I'm staring at those perfect, pert little mounds on her chest and the lips of her pussy. I reach for my belt and slowly unbuckle it, not taking my eyes off her.

Throwing it into the corner of my room, I ask, "Do you want to suck my dick?"

She nods, a glow hitting her cheeks. She licks her lips and, with shaky hands, reaches to unbutton my pants and draw down my zipper. When she pulls me out, she inhales quickly. I follow the roll of her throat as she swallows.

Her eyes bat heavily again - sleepily.

She's too tired to suck me. So before the temptation to force those lovely bow-shaped lips around my cock grows too great, I brush my fingers through the soft, satin-like strands at her crown. "Little one, you're tired." I take a step backwards. "Lay down on your stomach."

My erection knocks on my shirt as I wait for her to move back into the centre of the mattress and lay down.

She twists her head to the side, blinking at me sleepily. "But I want you."

Leisurely, I remove all my clothes - shoes, pants, shirt, tie, boxers - as I caress her physique with my eyes. She starts to pant as if she can really feel my gaze. I crawl towards her little body, sliding over her legs and burying my face between her arse cheeks.

"Oh God," she murmurs as I lick her arsehole. When she pulses against my tongue, I dip inside her and then mouth the tight muscles around her rim. She bucks, so I pin her down with my body. "Max."

She's too good to me. She lets me pervert her. I want every part of her. Want to eat every inch of her. As my tongue fucks her arse, my lips and teeth mark everywhere else. I palm her cheeks, and she wriggles around beneath me. I fuck the mattress with my hips, groaning at the thought of what she lets me do to her. Sensation suddenly draws my balls up. I could eat her arse all day. But I want to come. Fill her.

Breaking away, I move up to hover over her. She twists her head. When I scroll my eyes over her pinkened cheek, the sweat tracing her freckle-dotted nose, and her open panting mouth, I grin. Bracing her thighs together with my legs, I lean on one elbow and reach down to stroke her pussy lips with my fingers. Fuck. She's dripping. I position the crown of my cock below the seam of her arse, rubbing the sensitive outer folds. I groan, needing my release. But I'm so fucking turned on, if I go too hard and fast, I'll come too quick.

Pressing her flat to the mattress with my body, I begin to slide into her. Slow, shallow thrusts that tease us both. She moans, lifting into me, her greedy little pussy wanting more. I growl. Unable to deny her silent demand, I give her what she wants, sinking in until I can feel the end of her and then pushing harder still.

She cries out as I start to thrust.

When I rear up onto my hands, I press one palm between her shoulder blades, holding her chest to the mattress. Her arse instantly rises up. I fuck her fast and deep, rolling against her lax arse until I hit her cervix, then drawing out to the feel of every one of those internal muscles begging me to stay deep. All that responsive flesh grasps me.

The bed starts to rock. I want to be inside every fucking part of her. Bury myself in her body. Find solace. My release. My peace. She fists the sheets and mewls around, her frantic movements surging heat into my abdomen. I crunch my stomach together hard, fending off the sensation; it's too soon.

Locking her thighs between mine, I restrict her from further movement. "Relax, little one. Let me take your sweet little body."

She begins to vibrate, her legs and thighs contract, twitch, and squeeze together between mine, narrowing the smooth delta I'm currently fucking like my life depends on it.

"Cassidy," I hiss.

Grunting through gritted teeth, I move faster, my muscles scorching hot with adrenaline. She screams into the pillow as I fuck her through her orgasm.

At the sound of her sweet, uneven cry, I completely lose it. My veins suddenly ignite, forcing a wave of fire throughout my body. To every inch. My muscles tremble. And I explode. Letting out a broken groan, I grip her hip with one hand, and continue to beat into her, feeling my cum pour down the sides of my shaft and out from between her legs.

She's still moaning softly by the time I slow down. When I let go of her hip, her pelvis flattens to the mattress. Resting on my elbows, I'm careful not to put too much of my body weight on her. I pant out that phenomenal orgasm, pressing my forehead into her hair.

Lifting my head, I fan her hair with my heavy, laboured breaths. "Don't wait up for me anymore."

With her head twisted to the side, I can see a sweet sleepy smile tugging at her lips. "And miss out on that?"

I frown. "Do as you're told, little one."

Her expression grows even more content as she breathes out, "Yes, Max."

Which I know really means: 'I'll do exactly what I want'.

Since the moment she passed out - and she did fucking pass straight out - my mind has been churning with agitation. I toss and turn, completely unsettled by her level of