Hell yes, I’m ready. I take her hips and squeeze.
“Don’t go easy on me, Holly. I may be an old man, but I can take it.”
“Oh, please. You’re not old.” She rolls her eyes as she sinks down, eyelids fluttering when she feels the stretch of my shaft pushing inside her. “Not… oh, god…”
“Take your time.” My thumb circles her clit, my calluses against her slick flesh. “I’ll fit, baby, you just take your time.”
“Uh-huh.” Her eyes are hazy; her nod is slow. Holly bites her lip as she circles her hips, feeling me press against every part of her. “You’re so…”
She trails off, chin dropping, and grips my shoulders for balance. I open my mouth to coax the rest of that sentence out of her, but Holly sinks down another few inches and steals my breath.
I’m still squeezing her hip with one hand. Circling her clit with my free thumb. Counting backward from one hundred and trying desperately not to notice the wet heat of her; the snug fit of her channel; the little puffs of breath against my neck.
“Baby,” I croak, then Holly sucks in a deep breath and sinks all the way down.
I tilt my head up at the ceiling, blinking away stars.
Nine
Holly
Diego Cedrone is a very big man. He’s muscled and strong, with thick, long fingers and hairy knuckles. When I played with his arm in the back of De Rossi’s car earlier, I worked out I’d need both hands to wrap around his wrist. So I figured the enforcer must be large all over; that I’d be setting myself a challenge by taking him to bed.
Or to armchair, anyway.
Point is, I knew what I was getting myself in for.
At least: rationally, I knew. Intellectually, I knew. But there’s a whole world between knowing something theoretically in the back of your mind, and working that hard, throbbing truth into your pussy.
Because Diego ishuge.Thick and veined, with a ruddy head and big balls to match. It takes me lots of pauses and short gasps, takes several stops to regroup, and once I’m fully seated on the mobster’s lap, I feel like I deserve some applause. The backs of my knees are sweating.
“You’re doing so well, baby.” Diego squeezes and releases my hip, staring up at the ceiling. He’s frowning in concentration, and I’m going to take that as a compliment. Diego’s throat bobs as he swallows. “Everything okay down there? You’re not in any pain, are you?”
I press my lips together, my chest suddenly so warm inside. Because as a mobster, this man’s whole life has been about doling out pain: drawing out confessions and giving warnings; meting out Santo De Rossi’s judgment. Yet with me stretched around his shaft, Diego’s eyes are tight with strain, and concern is etched on every single gruff feature. He swallows again, hard.
I pet his dark beard. “I’m good.”
“We can stop whenever you like. Or I could lick you instead, how about that? I’ve been wondering how you taste, baby, wondering it for weeks now—”
“I’m good,” I tell him again, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to figure out how to soothe him. Men are visual creatures, right? “You wanna see what it looks like?”
Diego blows out a hard breath. Then he screws his eyes shut and drops his bristly chin. Peeks one eye open, then stares avidly at the sight between my thighs.
And listen: I’m no expert, but I think we lookgood.His shaft is slick and shining, my body stretching to let him in, and as I lean back on his lap, the head of his cock prods against my stomach.
“Jesus,” Diego grates out, spreading one hand over the sight of his length inside me. “Jesus.”
“Uh-huh.” I roll my hips, nerves sparking with each new brush of contact. “Can we keep going now?”
“Yes.”
And he’s everything I thought he would be. Strong and sturdy, his skin salty to the taste. Brutal and demanding, surging up beneath me to spear me on his shaft. But there’s also reverence in his eyes, and when he smooths his scarred hands along my body, petting and squeezing, I’ve never felt so treasured in my whole life.
“Holly. My Holly.”
Our bodies rock together, heat building between us. My cheeks are on fire, and the slick sounds of our bodies joining are so loud in the room.
“Never gonna let you go after this. You hear me? There’s nowhere you can run, baby. You’re mine now.”