Mafia and his angel 2

hand on the back of my head, his fingers tangling in the dark strands. He pulled my head down until our lips were mere inches apart. "I never said I was good," he replied, his voice dropping to a

do, feeling lost. I was about to lower myself, but Alessio's hands were like a band of steel around my hips, stopping my movement. "You are not ready for this yet." "Huh?" I asked, confused. Smiling, he pulled me from his hardness and moved me over his chest. "Alessio, what are you doing?" I asked, pressing my hands to his chest as I stared down at him with wide eyes. "I'm getting you ready, kitten. Move up. Straddle my face," he ordered. Straddle his face? His hands came down to my thighs, holding me still. Nervous, I slowly moved into the position he told me. With my knees on either side of his face, I held onto the headboard. His breath feathered over my clenching core. My head fell back at the strange sensation. When I felt his tongue at my entrance, I let out a moan. As my body responded with a rush of wetness, Alessio's fingers tightened on my thighs. He ran his tongue over my wet lips, lapping at the wetness there. He licked, teased, sucked, and drove me insane with his tongue until I was shaking uncontrollably. My body clenched, desperate for my release. "Alessio," I moaned, my knuckles going almost white at how hard I was holding the headboard. My hips rocked against his mouth, grinding into his face. I sighed and whimpered against his torturous ministration. I was so close, dangling over the edge yet not falling over. He pushed his tongue inside me and groaned, and my eyes closing at the sensation building in my lower region. He was relentless, pushing me over the edge so many times but refusing to let me fall. I let go a sharp cry when he brought a hand up and pressed a finger against my tiny nub. "Alessio!" As my orgasm rushed through me, my thighs tightened around his head. I was still lost in the intense ecstasy surrounding my mind and body when Alessio lifted me from his face and pushed me over his cock again. "Wait," he muttered, leaning over to the side to open the drawer and removing a box. I stared at him as he took the condom out and rolled it over himself. He smirked. "Now you are ready. Take me, Ayla." His words were deep and filled with need. My entrance was right over his tip, and I swallowed nervously, my thighs still shaking from my orgasm. Alessio's eyes glinted, and he grasped my hips again, lifting me up slightly. His rigid length strained upward as he fitted me over his cock and began to pull me down. "Like this." We both gasped when he sank slowly into me, my eyes almost closing at the wondrous feeling. I paused as he reached my depth, my body spasming around him. But when the sudden dark memories started to surround me, I went still. Alessio's hands tightened around me. "Ayla, open your eyes," he demanded quickly. My eyes snapped open at his command, and I looked at him for help, scared that I would fall back into the darkness. "Keep your eyes on me, Ayla. Just me. Look at me. Only me. It's only me, Ayla," he whispered gently, his thumb gently caressing my sides. Only him. It was only Alessio. Just him. "There you are. Keep looking at me. Don't take your eyes off me," he continued in the same deep voice. Alessio raised a hand and removed my hair from my bun, letting it fall over my back and shoulders. He stroked my hair gently, soothing me with a soft smile. "Easy and slow. We're taking it slow." Letting my hair go, he grasped my hips again and helped me with the movement. Slowly lifting me up, I began a slow descent again, my whole body trembling with the sensation. Only Alessio. He surrounded me. He overwhelmed my senses until he was the only one I could sense, see, feel, or hear. He was everything. As I sheathed his cock inside me, going as deep as I could, I continued to stare down at him. His breathing was ragged, almost painful. Sweat formed over his forehead, same as me. "Alessio," I breathed. His fingers dug in my skin, giving me confidence to continue moving again. I gave a tentative twist, and he groaned, his hips arching off the bed. "Ayla." I couldn't help but smile. He liked it. Growing coy under his gaze, I placed my hands over his chest, levering myself up, his hardness gliding inside my wet heat. Slowly moving up and down, I watched his every reaction. When I twisted my hips over him, his hips rose to meet mine, the action pushing him further inside me. I moaned louder, and he swore. "Fvck." Alessio slowly took control, thrusting his hips upward, slow and deep each time. "Ayla, I'm going to switch us around," he said, his voice hoarse. When I nodded, he quickly rolled us over until I was on my back and he was positioned between my legs over me. When I let go a gasp, he placed a kiss on my lips. "Keep your eyes on me. It's only me. No one else but me." I nodded, keeping our eyes connected as he thrust inside of me again. His groan vibrated from his chest, and I soaked it all up. My hands frantically flew to his shoulders, holding on as my body trembled with the ferocity of the sensation coursing through my body. Alessio paused, our gazes held. "Okay?" "Okay." "Hold on to me, Ayla. Don't let me go." Nodding again, I twined my hands behind his head. As he withdrew, my fingers curled around his neck. "Oh...Alessio." And then he pushed again, stretching me with his fullness. I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate him, the pressure inside of me building faster than before. He pulled back slightly and pushed back in. Instinctively, I tilted my hips up, and he thrust hard inside. I let out a gasp, followed by an unashamed loud moan, and my nails bit into his back. Alessio started to move, finding a rhythm as our eyes stayed glued on each other. In and out. Slowly at first and then a little faster. Harder. Deeper. My body swelled and quivered. There was no space between us. Our bodies moved fluidly as if they knew each other for years. No words were spoken. Only our bodies spoke, moving with each other's in ease. Our harsh breathing filled the room, and our eyes stayed on each other through it all. Leaning his forehead on mine, he grasped my thighs and pushed them upward until I was opened to him. "I got you," he muttered. I was balancing over the edge, ready to fall, and I begged Alessio silently. My body was strung tight, my muscles corded together. I needed relief. I needed him. I knew he was close when his thrust became faster. Alessio reached underneath me and cupped my back, tilting me upward as he plunged forward again. As soon as he rested deep inside me, my orgasm exploded with such ferocity. My vision blurred as my body went limp under Alessio. My body wasn't my own anymore. It was broken into tiny pieces. I was floating, a limp mess. He thrust into me one final time. Deeper and harder. And I heard him groan loud and deep, his face twisted almost painfully as he twitched above me with his orgasm. His hips jerked against mine. He quivered with his release as we came together. In that moment, I was his. Only his. Our eyes were connected, but our souls came together too, bonding, holding tight, refusing to ever let go. Alessio let go and laid on top of my shaking body, heaving desperately for breath as I did the same. I couldn't process what just happened. My mind was fuzzy, my heart full as I wrapped my arms around Alessio's shoulders. Was this how it felt? To be with someone...like this? Tears blinded my vision as I quickly blinked them away. Alessio buried his face in my neck, and he placed a kiss there. Finally l