Mafia Kings: Roberto: Dark Mafia Romance Series #5

We could barely keep our hands off each other on the tram ride back down.

Well… to be accurate… I could barely keep my hands off of her.

It’s not as though there were that many people on the tram with us. Most visitors stayed all day at the Peak, shopping and sightseeing.

So the tram had fewer than a dozen people, all adults.

We sat in the very back, five rows away from the nearest passengers.

“Stop!” Mei-ling half-whispered, half-giggled as my hand crept up under the hem of her dress.

“Spread your legs for me,” I whispered.

“No!”

“Spread your legs for me.”

“…no…”

“I said, spread your legs for me,” I growled in her ear.

She bit her lower lip fearfully… then parted her legs.

I moved my fingers up her thigh as I watched around us.

I was very careful – I didn’t want anyone around us to have a clue what we were doing.

I thought that I would brush against rough lace or soft silk –

When suddenly my fingers touched the bare lips of her pussy.

She was sopping wet.

I looked at her in surprise –

And she suppressed a smile as she stared straight forward.

I faced forward again, too –

But began to stroke her gently with my fingertip.

“Oh,” she breathed, her face melting into a frown.

I found her clit and slowly began circling it.

She grabbed my arm and tried to make me stop –

“Leave it,” I whispered.

She let go of me and instead gripped the top of the bench in front of us as I kept stroking her.

If anyone had looked back at us, they would have seen a couple sitting side-by-side, both facing forward: an Italian man with an air of calm concentration, and a beautiful Asian woman who looked like she might be in pain… or pleasure.

My finger began rubbing her clit directly with the tiniest bit more pressure.

“Mrm,” she groaned with her mouth shut, her fingers white-knuckling the seat in front of us.

“Don’t come,” I whispered as I kept stroking her.

“Mm,” she groaned again as she clamped one hand on my leg like a vise.

I had to admit, she was stronger than she looked. I was fairly sure I would have bruises later.

“Don’t come,” I whispered.

She began clutching wildly at both my leg and the bench in front of her, like a woman who had been holding her breath for three minutes.

I waited until the tram went over a particularly noisy section of track.

CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK

Then I turned my head…

Leaned over…

Brushed my lips against her ear…

And whispered, “Come for me.”

Her entire body tensed –

And her muffled scream was swallowed up by the CLACK-CLACK-CLACK of the tram.

I kept softly caressing her clit…

Even as her hand moved from my leg to my arm and gripped me like steel.

Then the tram quit clacking –

And I immediately stopped stroking her.

Her entire body relaxed a bit…

Her breasts heaved beneath her dress like she had just run a 300-meter dash…

And a bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face.

She looked over and glared at me playfully.

“Your motherfucker,” she whispered.

I suppressed a smile. “I didn’t know you had any children.”

“Very funny. Just you wait – payback’s a bitch.”

I hadn’t moved my hand from under her dress, and I immediately began caressing her clit again.

“Okay okay okay!” she moaned in a harsh whisper. “No payback, no payback!”

I stopped touching her, and we exited the tram a few minutes later.

When we finally got back to her apartment, though, she fucked me like a woman possessed.