Page 90 of Mafia Obsession

“Ares, please,” I say, watching him undress.

He deftly unbuckles his belt and lowers the zipper. When he removes the rest of his clothes, he gets back on the bed, and after a few strokes of my pussy, he thrusts inside me. Pulling myhair, he fucks me, driving into me hard and fast.

I grip the bed sheets so tight I think I may shred them. I’m already close to falling apart.

Ares stretches me open, thrusts into me with such loud moans, my pussy starts throbbing, and I climax with a violent spurt of my juices.

“I’m coming,” I cry out, convulsing around his cock.

“I feel that, you squirter. How fucking deliciously filthy.” He rocks into me, going deeper. “You better come hard for me. I earned this orgasm. All this mess on my legs.”

“Ares…” I moan.

“Christ, you’re so fucking drenched. I love the way this perfect tight cunt feels when I’m fucking you. I love the way you taste when I’m licking you. How you sound when you come. How you smell like me. You minx of a woman, you have driven me so goddamn crazy. I was on the verge of a breakdown being away from you.”

I come so hard again, Ares grunts, feeling it.

“That’s right, come all over my cock. You’re as crazy for me as I am for you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk down the stairs tomorrow for breakfast. I’ll have to carry you.” The waves stop, and he pulls out to crawl over my body.

“Now suck the cum out my cock while I fuck your face.” He thrusts his dick into my mouth.

It’s slick, drenched from being inside me. Inch by glistening inch, he pushes it past my lips.

“Fuck, I feel my dick in your throat.” His hands close around my neck. “This is so fucking good. “

My eyes water, and I struggle to breathe.

He starts speaking Greek. Loudly. I close my eyes and let him take what he needs. He needs to get this out of his system after the long flight and the restraint of sitting in the dark for hours watching me sleep.

Ares’s breath shudders. “I’m close. You will swallow every drop then lick my balls clean.”

I nod, since I can’t speak. And I’m trapped on my back.

“Fuuuck.” Ares throws his head back and roars.

His cock erupts, and warm cum floods my mouth. He cradles my head as he continues to come. His hips rock in such a sexy way as he moans with each thrust.

With a gasp of rapture, he jerks out, releasing the last ropes on my lips.

“You are fucking mine.” He bends to kiss me, our lips sealed together with his cum.

“Ares…”

He grips the back of my head and stares at me with wild eyes. “Your husband is dead.”

Chapter 33

Lourdes

The words hang in the air. Incomprehensible at first.

I search Ares’s face for signs of elation or bloodlust, but there’s only that expressionless calm that terrifies people.

Me included right now.

“Did you kill him?” I whisper, sitting up.

“No,” he replies evenly. “But the details are irrelevant.”