Cosa Nostra: A Steamy Mafia Romance (Kids of The District Book 3), Nicci Harris [read a book txt] 📗

But he denies my wordless plea, sliding his tongue down my thigh.

I melt into the soft sheets, my body jelly for him to consume and mould.

His tongue and breath are hot on my skin as he strokes down the full length of my leg. I buck when he gets to my foot. I squirm at the sensation of his tongue sliding down to my toes. "Mine," he murmurs, "Every inch of you, little one."

He moves on to my other leg, painting a hot, wet trail with his mouth and tongue.

My belly warms.

As he nears my sex with his hot mouth, I press my thighs together.

After being worshipped by him so thoroughly, I gasp when he rolls us over. He flips me around to face the other way and then places a hand on my back, pushing me down.

Oh God.

My cheek meets his taut, ribbed abdominal muscles. As he moves me until the silky skin of my thighs cup his rough jaw and my core is on his lips, my heart thrashes around inside my ribcage. I still have my knickers on, but that somehow makes the feel of his hot breath fanning the material between my legs even more intense.

His hands span my bum cheeks, fingers squeezing and spreading the smooth plump flesh. At the feel of his tongue lapping at the fabric between my thighs, soft sounds of pleasure escape me.

While all of my body is on the hard wall of his, while he licks at my wet knickers, his groans are that of someone indulging - low, deep, and primal. His featherlight caresses send me out of my mind with need.

The sound of my knickers ripping sets the warmth in my belly to boil. He slides them aside and oh my God, his tongue. Both palms knead my bum, forcing my wet lips into his mouth as he eats me in a frenzy.

And he's no longer slow.

My head is suddenly dizzy.

And I've never loved being short and petite more than I do right now. Even though I can’t reciprocate, I'm literally laying on a Max Butcher mattress while he devours the flesh between my thighs.

I try to keep up with all the sensations now overwhelming me, but whereas Max is usually methodical, precise - like licking me to a climax is an artform - right now he's wild. Completely animalistic. I roll my hips into his tongue's shallow thrusts and firm licks. His mouth doesn’t insist on but instead demands my orgasm. The course texture of his jawline creates the perfect friction on my sensitive, smooth skin.

It comes without warning. The wave of my desire hits my thighs with a jerk. My legs squeeze against his face. Erupting inside me, pleasure fills me. I let out a longing cry as the muscles between my legs pulse around his tongue.

My body tingles from my toes to my scalp. Max keeps licking me even as I become more sensitive. "Max," I plea, pushing up so that I can suck his hard ridge, which is only inches from my face.

He squeezes me harder, holding my pelvis to his face. "More."

His finger teases my bum-hole, drawing circles around it. I can’t help but pucker against him. Sliding his hand down the crease of my backside, he replaces his tongue with his fingers. He strokes me, collecting up the slickness of my desire.

"You're always so wet." He cups me firmly, and I pulse against his palm. "Fuck. This is mine. Don't ever take it away from me again. You're going to sit on my face all night. And I'm going to fuck both your holes with my tongue and finger until you pass out." His fingers move back to that private part of me while his mouth moves back to my clit.

I press my cheek into his hot, firm abdominals as, inch by inch, he slowly fills me with his finger. The sounds coming from me now are more like yelps. I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. For the first time in a week, we are alone in our world again.

A trusting world.

His teeth latch onto my clit, his tongue flicking the pinched bud. His finger stills inside me as the muscles surrounding it beat and squeeze. He releases my clit. "I'm going to fuck this with my cock one day, little one." He curls his finger inside me. "Then you'll really feel me everywhere." He starts to massage his finger in and out of me.

My orgasm thrashes through me. I scream, clenching my fists, feeling the pleasure set fire to my insides. It hits my ears and stars my vision. It's a beautiful, overwhelming feeling that is so rocking I'm mewling around on top of him.

Gradually, Max guides me off the precipice. He slowly pulls his finger from inside me but continues to lick up the result of my arousal. I nuzzle his abdomen -high on him- while he strokes my backside and kisses my clit softly.

As the night continues, he brings me to two more orgasms. All the while, I lay on his body in a daze of pleasure.

After the third, I feel myself drifting into a coma of exhaustion.

Easing my sluggish body from him, Max moves me around the mattress until my cheek sinks into his pillow. As my senses flutter away, chasing the sweet closure slumber brings, I hear him whisper, "You're all I want."

Cassidy

As I shift from asleep to awake, the words Max whispered to me last night float through my mind. Did he literally mean 'I'm all he wants'? Like, he doesn't want anything else?

Or anyone else?

Does he know? Does he know that a whole new identity will soon be demanding my time and his?

Knowing I have to tell him this morning, flutters begin to build in my chest. My heart beats so hard I'm scared I'll wake the gorgeous, broody man sleeping beside me.

I want