Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
I looked at her, like really fucking looked and everything in me went still.
It was the first time, I saw her when she wasn’t wrapped in modesty or family-approved dresses. That two-piece wasn’t modest. The neckline dipped low, framing those perfect little tits, tight, perky, barely a handful, but sculpted to be worshipped. They were enough to fit in my palm, just enough to bite.
My eyes dragged lower to her flat stomach, a waist so small my hands would meet if I gripped her there.
And those fucking legs, long, smooth, and endless. The kind of legs you grip when you fuck someone hard enough to make them forget their own name.