The Mafia's Angel
I fisted her hair as I deepened the kiss, and she moaned louder.
“I need you,” she whispered into my mouth.
“Just a few more days, Angel; if I start now, I won’t be able to let you go.”
“I’m aching; I need you now, Kian,” she said. She moaned as she fisted my hair. Fuck.
“We’re going home. This is the last place I’ll fuck you, baby.”
I stood up and made her stand in front of me as I set her clothes straight.
“Let’s go.” I led her out. “Marcel, I need to go somewhere; when you get in contact with the driver, let me know.”
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