Mafia Bosses – Mafia Devils Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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He held me and stroked my back for a long time as my body regained the ability to breathe. I was torn between just allowing myself to collapse against him—and wanting more.

More won out.

I reached up and pulled his head down to mine. I could taste my juices on his lips—or maybe on mine. I didn’t care—all I wanted to do was to kiss him and be in his arms.

Well, okay, that wasn’t all I wanted to do. Because my hands were already fumbling at the button on his pants. When I got the zipper down, he took over, shoving his pants down his powerful thighs and releasing his cock from the confines of his boxers.

My mouth went dry as I stared at the massive cock that bobbed between us.

“Bedroom,” I gasped, curving my arms around his neck.

He didn’t waste any time, easily picking me up and carrying me into the living room.

“Second room on your left,” I uttered in a husky voice. Not that he’d mistake the bathroom for the bedroom, but I was so eager to get in there. I wanted him in my bed. I wanted to stroke every inch of his body. And I wanted him to touch and taste every inch of mine.

He set me down on my bed, and for a long moment, we just stared at each other, me on the bed, him standing in front of me, both of us naked. My thighs clenched as I stared at his cock. If his fingers had felt big inside me, what would his cock feel like?

I really, really wanted to find out—even if it meant I’d be walking funny for my next few hospital shifts.

Involuntarily, my tongue darted out, moistening my lips in appreciation of the sight right in front of me. He was breathtaking. There was a trail of dark hair that led down his flat stomach to his huge erection. Lightly, I ran my fingers along it, following the trail downward.

He stopped me just as I was about to grasp his cock. I looked up at him and pouted. I really wanted to know if I could even close my fingers around his cock.

But he had other ideas, and as he’d shown me very clearly before, he was in charge.

He pushed me back on the bed, and my hair spread out over the pillow. He climbed over me, holding himself off me as he stared down at me. It was maddening—he was right there, so close… yet he was holding himself still.

His self-control was maddening, but finally, something in his face relented. He held something up—a condom. He must’ve had one in his pocket, and I hadn’t even noticed him retrieving it.

In my eagerness to touch his cock, I held out my hand. “Let me.” His gaze intensified as he stared at me. “Please?”

That was apparently the magic word because he gave the little square to me. Then he sat back allowing me access to his rock-hard erection.

I gasped at the first touch. It was like steel. I stroked it up and down, and no, I couldn’t close my fingers all the way around it. Good lord, would that really fit in me? I truly wanted to find out.

He watched while I rolled the condom over his massive girth. Excitement tore through me as I anticipated what was about to happen.

Cesare grabbed me and gave me a searing kiss, his fingers raking through my hair. Then he lowered me down so that I was laying on my back, looking up at him.

He hovered over me, in a plank position, seeming in no hurry as he gazed into my eyes. His control of himself was impressive and maddening. I wanted to feel him inside of me so badly.

I spread my legs and pulled my knees out and to the side, resting my feet on his hips. The head of his cock stroked my slit once and then twice. The tip felt massive compared to the width of the two fingers he’d used on me before. Then he positioned his cock at my entrance, and I ground my hips, trying to draw him in.

He pushed forward and I exhaled sharply, sensing the thickness of his shaft about to stretch me out. Then he slid another inch inside and I threw my head back on the pillow, my mouth open in a silent cry. He was big. Too big. But I wanted that. I wanted him to stretch me. To fill me. To overwhelm me. I wanted him to get me to turn off my mind and just feel all the sensations like he had before in the kitchen.

He withdrew and then pushed in, his thick shaft stretching me more.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his breath tickling my chin. “And I didn’t even go down on you.”



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