Mafia princess

Chapter 96: Something Blue

Oh look bitches, it's me.

SMUT IS DELIVERED.
TAKE THE SMUT.
*proudly hands it over*

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Dominico's arm pushes me closer to him, our lips within touch until he finally lets them be.
Colliding mine with his I felt those arms travel up my body unhooking my bra from underneath my hoodie.
He's too fucking good at that.
His hands travel under my jumper and to my breasts, palming them each equally.

Our lips part once, only to give him time to remove my top completely. They don't collide again, instead my hand travels to his face and skims his cheek as our eyes refuse to break contact.

I'd always know him like that.
I've memorised those eyes.

He stands up lifting me with him before placing me down onto the bed, towering over me as he removes his shirt.
My eyes are drawn to the tattoo's marking his built chest and abs. Something about the black ink draws me in deeper.

His lips travel to my neck and down my body marking every inch of it though not physically. The way his hand gripped my thigh and clutched over my waist only increased my desire for him.

He flipped me over once again till I straddled over him.
His hands invaded me first and he wouldn't let our eyes part. I felt his fingers stroke over my Lower half as I let out a silent moan.
He smirks knowing exactly what he's doing.

The touch of his fingertips burnt into my skin as he lifts my hips slightly though when they are released from his firm grip, I felt him enter me.

He lets out a subtle groan as my head tosses back in pleasure though his hand in my hair forced my head back up and into his eyes.

"Look at me." He mutters with his signature smirk.

My fingers softly press into his back as pleasurable impulses evoke me. His thrusts grow harsher though each with as much care as the last.
His hands move to each side of my waist causing me to grind my hips against his dick.
There was a certain pleasure to the pain.

Ones his grip loosened they made their way to my thighs, I felt his hands slowly caress my smooth skin causing my breathing to stumble.

My mouth opens a few times yet no words could escape and Dominico noticed that, hell he even enjoyed it.
His fingertips brush the single strand of hair out of my face and over my ear before his thumb skims my lips.
That single action was enough to drive me over the edge.

A certain tense feeling built up in my stomach, one that I'm all too familiar with. I felt vibrations run through my body as his two fingers draw them self to my clit only exacerbating the pleasurable feeling he gives me.

Seconds before I release, he attaches his lips to mine silencing the moment as we are both driven over the edge.

Exhausted, my body relaxes on his with the desire to catch my breath. His grip wouldn't leave me, it was as if he couldn't let go.
I didn't want him to.

...

"I thought we were finally getting a happy ending." I admit rather sourly.

Way to kill the mood you whore.

"They don't exist." He chuckles.

I knew that, of course I knew that but I just hoped for something different.
I hoped that maybe this time, life would pity us. My father died, what else could be taken from me?
I've seen death to many times to fear or mourn it and if it wasn't for the mere fact that my father deserves justice then I wouldn't be here.