Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

Angela bit her lip, watching Gael shoving his pants down, his boxer briefs going along with it. He kicked his socks and shoes off as he stepped out of his pants. A foil packet was tucked in his fingers when he stood back up. And she was blessed with the majestic view of his tensed V and the glorious angry cock that's pointing erect at her. He was thick and long. That enormous thing was in her mouth, and she was barely able to take him in. She could only imagine how much it would stretch her.

On a different day, he'd have taken his time, but tonight, he seemed to be aggressively impatient. He tore the packet with his teeth and rolled the condom on. In the next second, he carried her towards the bed, and he sat down with her straddling his lap. "You're so gorgeous," he whispered, his voice hot and gravelly.

She replied to him with a kiss, to which he responded with his own. "Please," she begged. She couldn't wait any longer.

"Ride me," he demanded, a hint of plea lacing his voice. 

And with that, Angela gripped his shaft, gave it a pump, and positioned it towards her entrance. She lowered herself and felt him stretch her painfully and deliciously. Then he was buried inside her to the hilt. 

"Oh, my...g-ah!" she gasped, and he smashed their lips together, muffling her sweet cry of pleasure. She bit his bottom lip, taking her time to adjust to his size. He kissed and licked her neck and massaged her breasts, distracting her with the pain. Holy mother of all dolphins! She already knew he was well-endowed, but it's been years, and everything was just now coming back to her. 

She hissed, and he raised his head to see her knitted brows. Brushing her hair away from her face, he breathed heavily. "I'm hurting you. We can stop if you want."

"Don't fûck with me, Gael. You're so...big… It's so good. I want you." Angela began to rock her hips slowly.

A small smile formed on his handsome face. "You're so hot when you do that."

"Do what?"

"When you tell me off." He stroked his thumb across her lips. "These are too pretty to be saying that word. You make me hard when you cuss."

She made a small moan of pleasure, clenching her pussy tight around him. Angela continued to swivel her hips, finding and hitting that incredible spot. "Yeah? You like it when I say…fûck?"

"Fûck yeah." His hands flew to her hips as he hissed, leaning back and thrusting into her.

"Ah! Yes!" She cried out, meeting his every thrust as she placed her hand on his chest. He still had his shirt on, only they were wide open, and she still had her heels too. Somehow, leaving them on them like this felt sexier. She was so full—he'd filled her so wonderfully. If this wasn't heaven, she didn't know what was. 

It's been too long. Too long since the last time—she couldn't even remember who and when her last was—it certainly didn't feel so good like this. And if she were being honest with herself, no one measured to Gael after that night three years ago. No one. 

This… Him… He was what she'd been missing for years.

His fingers dug into her skin while he enjoyed the view of her perky round tits bouncing in front of his face. He reached up and grabbed one, watching her mouth form into an "O". Angela was perfect. He'd dreamed about this a hundred times after their night of passion. That one night they had was pure sex—no feelings, no emotions—just a night full of mind-blowing fuckery.

But this? This was a whole new level of sorcery. 

Tonight, his heart was so full; it would probably combust before he'd orgasm and come. Her hair was parted to the side, and it cascaded seductively down her chest. He wanted to imprint this sight forever into his brain, put a lock on it and stash it for the rainy days.

No one else could have her. She's his...and his alone.

"Oh!" She was surprised when Gael flipped her onto her back, so she was now under him.

"I can't get enough of you," he grunted as he drove into her, making her moan louder.

Her core was tightening, and she was close again. The sound of his low and rough groans sent shocks of electricity through her, running down her legs and making her toes curl. She whimpered, frustrated that she couldn't match his movements fast enough. She wanted that titillating orgasm again—now. "More…baby, faster," she begged. "Please, please, please…"

"Fûck!" Gael was livid. Hearing her call him 'baby' for the first time was the sexiest, most erotic thing he'd heard tonight. 

He didn't think. He just couldn't control his motions anymore. His every thrust became harder; he'd pull almost all the way out and then slam it back into her, making her cry out. The sound of their skin slapping together as they writhed and bucked and rode in a soulful rhythm was stimulating. They chased their searing high as if they'd die if they didn't.

"Oh, my god! Gael!" Angela yelled when she felt his fingers rubbing her clit, sending her over the cliff that she so badly wanted to leap. "I'm coming—"

She welcomed his ruthless thrusts, and he felt her inner walls contract. Her orgasm sent him to the brink of ecstasy. "Look at me," he commanded just as her eyes were closing. She blinked them open, and they both drowned in each other's blazing, lustful gazes. They spasmed and jerked as they climaxed together, muttering each other's names like a prayer. 

His heart beat erratically, loving the way she sang his name. He whispered sweet, pleasing compliments to her ear, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips repeatedly as they slowly rocked their hips together. His back stung, only realizing that she'd scratched him. But he loved the marking she left on him. 

Gael buried his face into the crook of her neck, the two of them panting and catching their breaths. He kept his weight off her, careful not to crush her. But Angela wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him down, wanting to feel all of him on top of her. She wanted his warmth.

"That…" she croaked, her heart thundering in her chest. "Gael, that…"

"Yes…" He raised his head and met her dilated eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was the most enchanting creature he'd ever seen. He nodded. "I know."

Gael leaned down and captured her lips, kissing her gently. "I didn't realize I was starving until...you..."

Angela chuckled, nibbling his bottom lip and then nuzzling against his face. "We should have just skipped dinner and went straight to this dessert. That was an expensive meal, but this one topped it off."

He laughed, his chest vibrating against hers. "You're definitely more scrumptious. Can't argue with that."

"Hey…" she called. He arched a brow, and she smiled at him, saying, "This is the best date ever."

Gael pressed a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Mine too."