Mafia's Devil: To Infinity

Luciano slurps on the mess he made between my parted legs. He takes his time, as if it’s soup.

“I love you, woman. And I love this tasty, tight, pussy.”

I reach down to cup his shoulders to tug him into my embrace, but there’s no moving this giant. He looks at my entrance as if it’s both a delicious meal, and a million-dollar business deal.

“Luciano, you need to look into my eyes when you say things like that, not my vagina.”

“Well, they’re equally beautiful, so it doesn’t matter.”

He continues his lazy licking until I fear I’ll never get to separate him from my clit. The brute is obsessed.

I shuffle my body until I’m in his arms. “Do you want me to make you feel good?” I offer. “I don’t want to go to sleep and leave you unsatisfied.”

“Why would I feel unsatisfied? I just swallowed a cup-full of your wetness.”

“It wasn’t a cup-full!” I declare defensively. He makes me sound so… wild, loose, and erotic.

He chuckles, his mischievous eyes twinkling just like my pussy. “Yes it was, babe. You get dripping wet. And no, it’s alright. I don’t expect you to return the favor.”

I hesitate, because although he’s being honest, I know he has a raging hard-on. I want to take care of that.

My lips find his, which are still seasoned with my slit. I kiss him with desperation, and as usual, he focuses on taking over. I take advantage of the momentary distraction and swing a thigh over his lap. He’s straddled now. Perfectly aligned to feed his cock into me.

In the past, I’ve only gotten small tastes of his tip. Luciano refused to penetrate me fully, but tonight, I’m determined to get my guts stretched and beat like dough in the kitchen.

“Karine…” he warns when I sit on his tip.

“I can handle it,” I assure him.

I’m full of shit. I can’t handle this fat dick without a trip to the ER.

Thanks to our practice, his tip slides in easily. Luciano watches every twitch of my face, searching for a sign to put a stop to this. His hands remain on my hips, ready to pull me off if he detects anything is wrong.

I try to keep my expression neutral, but it’s hard when I’m getting impaled by the thickest Italian cock in the world. To hide, I connect out chests, control my breathing, and focus on taking all of him.

I can do this. Luciano has been stretching me out for weeks with his fingers, preparing me for this very moment.

“Baby?” Luciano calls when he senses my hesitation.

“I’m okay.”

I’m not! Fuck, this burns.

I focus on how much I want this, how good he makes me feel with, and how I can’t wait until he can blow my back out. I just need to prove to this fat cock that I can handle it, just like I can handle its owner.

I’m perched atop of Luciano for five minutes, wriggling my hips until he’s fully seated inside of me. I’m stuffed so full that there’s no space for pleasure, but the sounds coming from Luciano’s chest make me a very happy woman.

His chest vibrates with groans, but he keeps his pelvis still for me. I’ve been slowly sliding him in and out, basking in his pre-cum, squeezing him with my walls. He’s vulnerable under me. He’s a man in love.

My thighs soon burn from the work-out, but I’m not done yet. Not until Luciano’s sperm coats my insides.

I experiment with my speed, pumping faster.

“Fuck, baby. Just like that. Yes, you’re doing so good.”

I grip onto his shoulders tighter and realize my nails are digging so deeply into his skin that he’s bleeding.

I still my hips and breathe heavily as I apologize. “I’m sorry, Luciano. I didn’t know I cut you.”

“What?” he blurts.

“Your shoulders…”

“Fuck my shoulders!” He squeezes my ass cheeks. There’s not much back there, but his tone makes me feel like a seductress.

“Ride me,” he commands.

I relax my hold and give him what he wants. With my last burst of energy, I shove him in and out of my sore pussy.

The tendons in his throat become stark against his skin. His eyes close tightly, and his teeth flash like a predator’s.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m going to fucking… fuck!” he roars.

I join his surprise with a gasp when he explodes inside of me. I wasn’t prepared for the amount of cum that splatters, or for the warmth. It’s a comforting reward for my hard work.

I rest on his chest and keep his cock in me. I love feeling it twitch with the remains of his downfall.

Luciano wraps his arms around me. “Damn, woman. I think you sucked my soul through my dick.”

I laugh and feel his cum squirt out of me. There’s a mess between my thighs, but I’m proud of it.

“Let me go clean up.”

Luciano sits up, gathers me in his arms, and takes us to the bathtub. My strong, loving fiance caresses my body and tells me how precious I am in a tone I once thought he could never posses. He went from being wrapped around my neck with his constant threats, to being wrapped around my finger.

– • –

“You look so pretty!” Raelynn claps her hands as I spin dramatically in my strapless wedding dress.

There are so many to choose from. From ballgowns to mermaid-style, from ivory to white. I’m glad Luciano isn’t here, because if I asked for his advice, he would probably toss me onto a pile of lace and fuck me. Boy, has he become horny since he got a taste of my pussy.

“We’ll have to come back in a few days. I’m going to look at the pictures and try to narrow down to the top five.” I sigh. “Weddings are stressful.”

“I think they all look amazing on you.”

“Thanks, Rae. Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” she replies.

“Okay. I was going to head down to the restaurant to prepare tonight’s dinner for you and the guys. Why don’t you come with me? I’ll make you lunch.”

“Sounds good!”

We head outside and ride in two separate cars. Luciano and Maksim threw fits when we suggested riding in the same car, because they both wanted to use their security. Since they couldn’t come to an agreement, Raelynn has to ride with her Russian security, and I have to ride with Luciano’s.

The protective trolls will be stubborn until the end.

I have a nice afternoon with Raelynn. It’s a little awkward, since the restaurant is packed with men wearing suits and guns, but we still have fun. Raelynn helps me in the kitchen. We prepare pizza for the guys, finding it ironic that it’s Maksim’s favorite.

When they arrive, every man in the room stiffens. Luciano sits on the far left table, and Maksim takes the far right. Raelynn and I share a look and roll our eyes.

It takes five minutes of our coaxing to get the men to share a table. They glare at each other, even as they chew on their pizza, but I consider it progress.

“So Maksim.” I smile at him.

Luciano squeezes my hand, as if jealous of my cousin. He’s ridiculous.

“I was wondering if you’d like to attend my wedding?”

Raelynn already decided for both of them that they’re going, but I want to ask to make Maksim feel like he’s still in power. We don’t want to depress the guys by making them realize that we basically own them, since they worship the land we walk on.

“I will attend just so I can speak up when the priest asks if anyone is against the union,” Maksim snarks.

“I’ll shoot you dead then and there!” Luciano declares, slamming a hand on the table so hard that a glass of wine spills.

“Hey!” I intervene. “Be nice.”

“Yeah,” Raelynn adds. “I’m tired of your foul attitudes. Why don’t you shake hands?”

Luciano laughs, and I cross my arms over my chest and give him a look that straightens him out. It’s the you’re-sleeping-on-the-couch look.

“Seriously?” Maksim asks Raelynn, who I suspect gave him a similar look.

The men look at each other, then back at their women, and then grumpily place their elbows on the table. They shake hands, maybe a little too roughly, but it’s enough to make us happy.

We continue our dinner with no more death threats, and then go home, where our men sleep happily in bed with us instead of the dreaded couch.

A/N: Next chapter is the last :) Sorry this took long to update — since it reached the end, my motivation slipped