Page 53 of Mafia Mistress

And I never played fair.

My fingers trailed up her inner thigh and between her legs, and I let my breath warm the skin of her stomach. I brushed my thumb over the slick fabric of her suit until I found her clit. I rubbed back and forth a few times, letting her have a taste of the pleasure I planned to give her.

“This is your last chance.” I stroked her again, harder this time. “Tell me to leave—or I am eating this pussy until you cream all over my face.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered, her body swaying slightly. “We can’t. You can’t. This isn’t….”

She was weakening, I could sense it. I kept stroking her clit through the thin suit, the smell of her arousal filling my nostrils and making me crazy. “I am dying to taste you. Aren’t you dying to know how good it will feel when my tongue flicks your clit?”

Her fingers latched onto my head, clutching me closer instead of pushing me away—and I had my answer. Plucking at the strings of her suit bottom, I quickly untied them and the scrap of fabric dropped to the carpet. A small patch of trimmed hair covered her mound, her pussy lips pink and swollen, and my mouth watered. As I kissed my way down her stomach, I untied the back of the bikini top, as well, glancing up as Francesca pulled it the rest of the way off. Then she was completely naked and I looked my fill at this gorgeous creature.

Full breasts with rose-tipped nipples and dark areolas. A flat stomach and long legs. Her golden skin was unblemished and I longed to see it covered in my bite marks. Soon, I vowed. I wanted to take my time with her, explore every inch of her body, but tonight was about her pussy. “Get on the bed,” I rasped, pushing to my feet.

She turned and crawled on the bed, nearly making me come with the seductive sway of her ass as she positioned herself. When she was on her back, I ordered, “Now spread your legs.”

She complied eagerly, showing me the flesh between her thighs, which was already glistening from arousal. I was ready to make a meal out of this girl.

Wedging myself between her thighs, I lowered myself until my stomach met the mattress. “How do you like it, Francesca?”

She didn’t answer, her brows lowered in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I want to make you come at least twice, so tell me what you like. My tongue inside your pussy? Sucking your clit? Every woman is different.”

Her mouth worked but nothing came out. Had I finally shocked her?

Then I realized what her reaction meant.

“That stronzo never ate your pussy?”

Instead of answering, she tried to roll away. I immediately clamped my arms around her thighs and held her up to my mouth. “Too late, piccola monella. You’re mine now.”

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