Page 42 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess

He moved slowly, filling me inch by inch until my pussy tightened around him.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

His forehead pressed to mine. “Too much?”

“No. Give me a second.”

He held still.

I breathed through the fullness, my hands spread over his shoulders. The slight sting eased, replaced by a deep pressure that made my clit throb.

I shifted my hips.

Jonah groaned.

“There,” I said. “Now move.”

He withdrew halfway and pushed back in.

Pleasure rolled through me when he did it again.

His cock filled me completely, dragging over sensitive places each time he moved.

I lifted my hips to meet him.

“That’s it,” he said. “Take what you want.”

The praise made me wetter.

I pulled him down and kissed him.

His rhythm deepened. The bed creaked beneath us, and the fan pushed cooler air over our damp skin.

I dug my nails lightly into his back.

Jonah kissed my throat.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said.

“So do you.”

“Tell me what you need.”

“Harder.”

He drove into me with more force.

My breath broke.

“Yes.”

His hand slid between us. His thumb found my clit and rubbed in tight circles while his cock continued filling me.

The combination made my thighs shake.

I clung to him.

Jonah watched my face.