Free BOW DOWN: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family) by B. B. Hamel Page B

mouthed against my lips as I pressed my fingers inside of her. I kept her pinned to that wall, hands above her head, fingers working her spot. I slid them out and rolled along her clit, working that tight cunt, loving the feeling of her slick juice against my fingers.
    “Wyatt,” she moaned as I kissed her neck.
    “Don’t say a word,” I answered. “Don’t speak. You’re mine for right now.”
    She nodded, eyes wide, mouth open. I pressed my fingers inside of her again and savored the gasp she made.
    My cock was rock hard, trying to burst from my pants. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I forced her down to her knees and she greedily unzipped them, pulling off my belt.
    She took my cock in her hand and worshipped it, sliding her tongue up and down its length. “You fucking love that cock, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” she said.
    “I told you not to speak. Now I’ll have to punish you.” I pressed my cock between her lips and she moaned as I forced it down her throat. “That’s all I want to hear. The sound of my cock in your fucking throat.”
    She gagged and sucked me, sloppy and wet. Her tongue rolled around me as I pressed her down, fucking her throat and face, pressing it deep into her. She wasn’t stopping or holding back as she gagged on my cock, taking me as deep into her throat as she could. I loved taking her, fucking her pretty little mouth.
    She pulled back with a gasp, staring up at me and jerking off my length with both hands. I tipped her chin toward me.
    “You’re so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat,” I said. “But you’re even more gorgeous with my cock between your legs.”
    She nodded, obedient and quiet. I pulled her to her feet and spun her around, hiking her dress up, forcing her panties all the way off. I pushed her up against the wall so that her face was flush with it as I slowly pressed my cock deep inside of her wet little cunt.
    She moaned as I filled her. I loved her tight, wet, warm little cunny as I pushed deep into her. I took her wrists and pressed them flat against the wall, pinning her there, holding her there as I slowly slid myself in and out of her.
    “Take my big cock princess,” I said to her. “Come for me like the dirty fucking girl I know you are.”
    She worked her hips back against me, pressed her ass into me as I slammed into her. I wanted to take every inch of her, make her feel me for days. I fucked her rough and she matched me. I knew she loved taking my cock, and I knew she liked it when I was rough to her. I was so fucking hard as I slammed into her.
    “I love spreading this pussy wide along my cock,” I said. “I love making you beg for it.” I released her one hand and reached around her, working her clit. “You filthy fucking girl. I want to make you moan.”
    I worked her clit as I fucked her and her only response was to moan louder, to work her hips faster, bucking back against me.
    We fucked like that, rutting like animals, our bodies twisting and working together. I pinned her hard and fucked her harder, working her clit, moving her there, pushing her there. She was mine, all mine, her tight pussy was mine, her pretty mouth was mine, and I was going to take what I wanted. I was going to take every single inch of her dripping wet body.
    Sweat was dripping from my brow as we worked together like that, my cock sliding along her slick pussy. Her moans got louder, more insistent as we reached a fever pitch, her ass slamming back against me. I wanted to break her so badly that it felt so fucking good, and just then, as I thrust harder, rougher, she began to come.
    I kept it up. I worked her clit, fucking her mercilessly, and she gripped the wall with both hands, moaning, digging her fingers into the plaster. I took that pussy and made it mine as she came like the dirty fucking girl I knew she was.
    When she finished, she looked over my shoulder with that look in her eyes, and I knew she was mine. It was a look that meant she wanted