Page 68 of Mafia Mistress

“Get on the side of the bed,” he rasped as he moved to the nightstand. “Now.”

He reached inside the drawer and took out a bottle of lube. Wait, wasn’t that for anal sex? David had begged me for anal but I’d always refused. Did Fausto think I would allow such a thing right away? “You’re not putting your cock in my ass.”

Fausto paused, his mouth hitching as he tossed the plastic bottle on the bed. “I like the way you think, but no. That is not why I have it. But someday you will beg me to take your ass, to put my cock in there and fuck it.”

I wanted to scoff, to tell him that would never happen, but Fausto was a man who thrived on challenge. Refusing meant he’d try all the harder.

“Come here.” He pointed to where he stood, his face taut with desire. For me.

Whatever he had in mind, I was more than ready. A few more orgasms, I told myself. This wasn’t such a big deal. What sane woman would turn this down?

I rolled to my hands and knees and crawled to him, never looking away from his dark gaze. He tracked me, like a panther watching its next meal, a hunter eager to rip apart its prey. His nostrils flared as I reached him. “Take your dress and panties off.”

Coming up on my knees, I reached behind my neck to unfasten the straps that held the top of the sundress in place. Instead of immediately bringing the cloth under my tits, I unzipped the lower part of the dress. Then I lifted the bottom and removed it in one swift motion.

“I can see how wet your panties are from here. Take them off, dirty girl.”

I shimmied the silk off and pushed the panties down my legs, leaving me naked. He stroked his cock over his briefs. “Lie back.”

Again, he was working his magic on me, building on this insane attraction we had together. Before I lost all sense of reason, though, I needed to tell him the situation. “This doesn’t mean anything.”

His hand snatched my jaw, holding me tight. “We shall see, won’t we?” He kissed me hard, his lips brutal and demanding, and I yielded, only too happy to give in. Something inside me welcomed his domination, his aggressiveness feeding me like a plant in the sun. I bloomed in his hands, feeling more alive, more powerful than I ever had before.

He let me go. As soon as my back hit the mattress, he was on me, pushing my legs apart, spreading me wide for his mouth. He ate me like he was starving, as if my body was the only sustenance he ever needed. He was so good at this, knew what I liked and how to make me come quickly. In no time at all he had me panting, straining, as I rocked my pussy onto his mouth. My muscles pulled tight as the pleasure built, I was so close….

And then he stopped.

“No,” I said, grabbing to bring him back. “I was right there.”

“I know.”

With a graceful flick of his hands, he took off his briefs—and all rational thought left my brain. I stared at his dick, so thick and hard, the smooth skin, and forgot what we had been talking about. God, I wanted that thing inside me, driving me into the mattress while he whispered filthy Italian words in my ear.

He grabbed the bottle of lube and crawled over me, not stopping until his knees were on either side of my ribcage. Popping the cap, he poured some of the cool liquid on my breasts. “Rub it in, all over. Make them slippery for me.”

Oh. So this was what he’d wanted.

I did as he asked, making a show of it as I rubbed the lube on my chest. I pinched my nipples, squeezed my tits, and the stimulation caused more wetness between my thighs. I was ridiculously turned on and we’d barely started. “How’s this?”

“Va bene.” He squirted a tiny bit of lube into his palm and coated his erection. “Now I fuck your tits.” His cock slapped between my breasts and he got into position. “Hold them. Press them tight.”

I squeezed my boobs around his cock, and he groaned. His stare was fixed on my chest as his hips started to move, his stomach muscles flexing. “Tighter,” he rasped. “Pinch your nipples like I would.”

I did as he asked, gasping at the electricity that jumped in my veins as a result. It was like I was stroking my clit without using my hands. I pinched harder and my head rolled back as the bliss washed over me.

“Madonna, these tits.”

He pushed a thumb into my mouth and I sucked, swirling my tongue over the rough skin like I couldn’t get enough. Which wasn’t really an act. I was desperate, my sex throbbing for relief, and I craved his touch everywhere.

“Look at me when you suck,” he ordered and I instantly obeyed. His bright eyes burned fire while they watched my mouth and he reached to stroke two fingers over my clit. I tensed and made a desperate noise in the back of my throat. He continued to pet me, and I could feel how wet and slippery I was, the sounds of my slickness as loud as my breathing. The climax was right there, just a few seconds away….

God, yes. I had to come, right the hell now.

The fingers between my legs disappeared and I let out an angry growl around his thumb.

“Up,” he told me, retreating down my body until he stood on the floor.

I rose up on my knees, mindless to anything but having this craving satisfied.

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