Page 34 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

My breath breaks.

“Still want to lie?” he murmurs, almost amused.

I shake my head, but it’s weak, undone, my body already moving before I can stop it, chasing the feeling, leaning into him without meaning to.

“You like this?” He strokes my clit, and I bite down on a moan. “Or this?” He circles it, and I almost combust.

His fingers slip inside me… One, two, three.

I gasp, my hips moving shamelessly now, chasing, needing, every nerve lit up and pulling me deeper.

“Say yes…” He curves his fingers inside me. “Say yes, Christine. Let me make this the best night of your life…”

He starts to move his fingers, then it turns rapid, vibrating jerks that hit my G-spot and explode pleasure through my senses.

My breath comes in broken pieces, my head dropping forward as the feeling builds, dragging everything inside me to one unbearable point.

I’m right there.

Right at the edge.

Screaming my lungs out.

And then… It’s gone.

I freeze, the sudden absence hitting harder than anything else, my body still chasing something that’s no longer there.

“Yes… yes, please, yes.” The words fall out of me, desperate, my body still reaching for what I just lost.

“Yes, what?”

I swallow, my pride cracking under the heap of pleasure.

“Yes… fuck me.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

In one swift move, his fly is undone. I’m bent over, my legs pushed wider, leaving me open, exposed in a way that makes my breath catch.

He presses his shaft against me, dragging through the slickness like he’s taking his time even now.

I push back into him, unable to help it, needing it, wanting every beat of what he promised.

“So desperate for my cock, Bonbon?”

I don’t answer with words. I answer by moving against him.

And that’s all he needs.

He thrusts into me.

He’s big, stretching me in a way that makes me feel so full that tears slip from my eyes.

My mouth opens, but nothing comes out as he sinks fully into me, the feeling overwhelming, consuming, leaving me breathless.

He pulls back slowly, not rushing, his movement shifting, not just in and out.

And I’m gone.