The words were on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to throw it in his face—to claim he wasn't the only one who had ever pleasured her. Even though it would be a lie, she craved the sight of his reaction, wanting to bruise the giant male ego of the Italian Don to satisfy her own. But she couldn’t. She simply couldn’t. Overwhelmed and raw from the intensity of their union, she found she wanted only him, and only him, in that moment.
She simply wrapped her legs tighter around his torso, pulling him closer as her hips rose to meet every hit. He shoved her top and bra up, letting her full breasts spill out for him.
Her back arched as he took her n****e into his mouth, tugging sharply to drive her even further over the edge. Finally losing his patience, he reached behind her back to unclasp
