Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

Angela couldn't believe she orgasmed within just a couple of minutes. That tongue and mouth of his were magical. Every flick, every flutter, every sucking sent her to heaven—or hell. She didn't care wherever it was. She was too busy riding out the aftershocks with his fingers and tongue still worshiping her.

She completely forgot she was in a foreign place. The room was dark and only a faint glow coming through the tall window to her left was their source of light. But she didn't care about it all. All she cared about was the man before her who just came up from between her legs. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled at her, seemingly proud of what he did to her a minute ago.

Gael stroked her shaky legs, helping her as she tried to sit up—albeit a little wobbly. His eyes caught sight of her feet and saw that her heels were still on. "God. You look so sexy in those heels."

"You have too many clothes on," she said, biting her bottom lip as she pulled him by the waistband of his pants, and then tugging them down until his throbbing length sprang free. She looked up, meeting his eyes as she told him, "I want you in my mouth."

His jaw tightened as the thought of her pretty red lips around his cock invaded his mind. Just listening to her wanting him like that fueled the urge within him. He fisted his cock and stroked it, but he shook his head. "I want inside you now. I won't last."

She watched as he took out something from his wallet, the sound of foil catching her attention. He was just about to tear the wrapper open when she placed her hand over his, stopping him from opening the condom. Confused, he looked up at her, his brows knitted together when she shook her head.

"Is something wrong? Are you okay?" he wondered. Did she change her mind and now she didn't want to go all the way anymore?

"Yeah… I'm more than okay."

"Then what's wrong?"

Angela swallowed, retracting her hand from his and she mustered the courage to speak. "I'm on the pill now…"

Gael's grey eyes darkened like the cloud during a storm. The heat that was emanating from his body engulfed the coldness in the room. His already hard manhood became even harder like a steel rod. She salivated at the anticipation of what was about to happen.

He hadn't responded to her non-question statement, so she tried again, "If you want—"

"Fuck yes, baby." He smiled, tossing the foil to the floor. He cupped her face and kissed her chastely on the lips. "I fucking want to. I'm clean… I've never done it without…"

She nodded with a smile, pulling him to her, and then kissing him.

Gael positioned himself between her legs, lowering his half-mast, and then gliding the huge head of his cock up and down the wetness of her slit, coating himself with her juice. The sound of her moan was so seductive, he couldn't wait to be inside her. Even without speaking, he knew she felt the same when she bucked into him, urging him to hurry.

Leaning back to look at her beautiful face, he told her, "Don't close your eyes. I want to see your face when I go inside you."

She nodded. Then he pushed inside her slowly, knowing that his well-endowed shaft could hurt her. Angela let out a gasp that sounded like she was in pain. He stilled, letting her adjust to his size. She was so warm and tight, he nearly came right there.

Sensing that he was about to pull back, she held onto his waist. "No. I'm okay. Just… I forgot how big you are. It's been a while…" she said, even though it had only been ten days since their last. Well, ten days was too long for her.

  A small smirk danced on his lips at the compliment. Her flushed cheeks told him that she was aching for him. "I'll go slow…"

"No. I need all of you inside me. Please…" she begged through hazy, lustful eyes.

Gael groaned and he reclaimed her lips at the same time that he slammed inside her to the hilt. His kiss muffled her cry of pain and pleasure. The sound was pure ecstasy to his ears. He wanted to hear it over and over again.

He pressed his forehead to hers and spoke against her mouth. "You're so tight, baby. Fuck. Your pussy feels so damn good around my cock. I wanna live here forever."

Angela's head was muddled. All his dirty talking was driving her crazy. She gripped his shoulders, letting him know that she needed more. Now. Fast. Hard.

He began to ease in and out of her, slowly at first. The feeling was different this time that there were no barriers between them. Touch to touch, skin to skin. It was fucking addictive. She was all around him and so much more. His heart felt full, he felt like he would combust with so much emotion flooding within him. It felt so incredible to be inside her, taking her raw with no restraints.

Angela felt the same. There was pain, but it was the kind of pain she loved to feel repeatedly with him. The feeling was nothing she ever experienced before. She felt like she was burning from the way he looked at her with his smoldering gaze. There was so much emotion in his eyes that drove her closer to euphoria.

His movements turned faster, sufficiently unraveling her body as he pummeled into her in longer, harder, stronger strokes. She was desperate to chase her orgasm that she began meeting his every thrust, bucking her hips against him as he gyrated and rubbed the base of his cock against her clit. The sensation of carnality at the bundle of nerves on her sensitive flesh was out of this world.

Their pants and moans echoed in the room as their breathing became frantic like they couldn't get enough of each other. It hadn't been a few minutes since she came on his mouth and she was now close to coming for the second time, this time with him inside her. She felt so full, she was ready to release.

"Gael! Baby, I'm…"

A string of curses flew out of his mouth, hearing the way she called him. Angela was his. He's claiming all of her and that's all he could think about while he rammed inside her. His motions were wild and untamed like he had been in a cage for so long and was given freedom all of a sudden. 

"Come with me, Baby," he growled as he ramped up his rhythm. 

Gael was feral, vicious, and unapologetic in his thrusts—they were starting to see stars.

Angela screamed his name, spasming around him while she leaped into a blissful high. And Gael came hard inside her with a roar. His orgasm hit him violently and he kept going and going and going until he emptied all of his load inside her.

…

Their chests heaved up and down while they tried to catch their breath. Her face fell forward and she nuzzled against his neck, too spent to move. They were both sticky and sweaty even in the cold room, but all she wanted was to stay attached to him, refusing to break away from his strong embrace.

She tried to speak between her pants. "That… It… I…have…no words."

Gael chuckled. "A writer who has no words to describe what just happened. I'll take that as a compliment."

He held her face and kissed her everywhere so tenderly, the last one landing on her lips. "That was sublime. This is the best start of the year. Happy New Year, Angel."

"Who needs fireworks? I had the best fireworks just now. That was explosive." Angela smiled and he laughed. And then she pressed her lips to his. "Happy New Year, Babe."