Packing Heat: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance (Barone Crime Family) by B. B. Hamel

inside me. I could feel that I was getting close, so close to coming in his perfect mouth.
    But he pulled back and stood up. He kissed me, and I quickly pulled his jacket off and then unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to see his muscular body so badly. I felt his chest and abs, tracing the inky lines of tattoos along his torso. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his belt off.
    He let his pants drop to the ground, and then he dragged me over toward the couch, kissing me the whole time. His body was incredible in nothing but a white button-down shirt open at the front and black boxer briefs. When we got close to the couch, I pushed him down and then knelt in front of him.
    He smirked as I slowly pulled down his boxer briefs. “Ah fuck,” he said as I took his thick cock in my hand. I bit my lip, staring at his thick, large cock, and slowly began to stroke him. He took a handful of my hair.
    “You’re a dirty fucking girl for me, aren’t you?”
    “Yes,” I said.
    “And you want to suck this cock nice and hard.”
    “Please.”
    He slowly pressed me down, and I took his cock between my lips. I groaned as I began to suck him, and he grunted his pleasure. I loved sucking his thick cock, loved the way he groaned as I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as I could.
    He pressed me down, pushing his cock into my throat. I began to suck him faster, jerking off his shaft, working him with my lips and tongue.
    “Suck that big dick, you dirty girl,” he said. “I want to see that cock disappear between your pretty lips.”
    I groaned as I worked him faster, sucking him harder. I wanted to make him feel how I felt, wanted his cock to be as hard as it possibly could.
    He groaned and then pulled me back, kissing me hard. He stood and pushed me aside before quickly walking over to his pants. He fished something out and walked back over to me, pulling me to my feet.
    He pushed me down onto the couch, turning me so that I was kneeling. I heard him rip open a condom and roll it down his cock as he spread my legs nice and wide.
    My pussy was exposed and dripping wet. I looked over my shoulder as he knelt down behind me and began to lick my pussy from behind. I moaned, so shocked. He was so dirty, but it felt incredible.
    He stepped back and took my hips. I stared over my shoulder at him, and he leaned forward, the tip of his cock pressed against me.
    “Say please,” he whispered.
    “Please, Rafa. Fuck me.”
    He pressed his cock deep inside me. I was so slick that he slid deep inside me with a single thrust. I moaned, grasping the back of the couch as he held my hips firmly.
    He tipped my chin back and kissed me, pressed himself deep inside me for a moment. I couldn’t believe I could take his thick cock, but pleasure and pain mingled inside me with such a delicious intensity that I could barely think. He gripped my hips and began to slide in and out, moving faster, grinding deep inside me.
    “Fuck me, Rafa,” I moaned. “Oh shit.”
    He slapped my ass. “I love watching this pretty little pussy swallow my big cock. You’re fucking dripping wet for me.”
    “I’m so wet,” I moaned. “God, I can’t help it.”
    “You’re damn right you can’t.” He began to fuck me faster, and I moved my hips in time with him, savoring the slap of his skin against mine, his cock filling my every inch.
    He slapped my ass, and I moaned at the delicious sting. He grabbed my hair harder as his cock slammed deeper into me, fucking me with a wild abandon that I’d never felt before. Desire was ringing throughout my core, filling my every inch, and I wanted only to be filled by him, fucked by him over and over again.
    I began to work my hips, bucking my ass back against him, desperate for more. I gripped the back of the sofa as he slammed himself into me, him tipping my chin back with his hands. He reached around my side and began to work my clit as he fucked me, rocking back and forth.
    I matched his motions. I could feel his