Page 24 of Married to the Mafia Devil

The air is thick with the scent of our passion, a heady mix of sweat and arousal that only intensifies our hunger for each other.

My nimble tongue flicks over her throbbing clit, tracing delicate circles as she moans and squirms beneath me. I grip her thighs with urgency, spreading them wider to eagerly devour the sweet nectar that flows from her. The taste of her desire fills my senses and ignites my own raw hunger. My cock hardens at the thought of burying myself deep inside her, claiming her as my own.

I glide a finger into her slick folds, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue until she's bucking against my mouth. Her breath hitches and she mutters a string of profanities, lost in the sensation.

“You keep that up and I won't be able to control myself,” she whispers with a hint of a giggle. “In the middle of a library.” Moans escape her lips as my tongue flicks faster, sending shivers down her spine and making her hips writhe uncontrollably.

I take her hips in my hands, my fingers digging into her soft skin, urging her to meet my mouth with every thrust as her excitement builds.

She moans loudly into the silence of the empty library, her breaths quickening and her body arching off the floor.

My fingers slide deeper within her, curling to hit that sweet spot that sends shivers through her entire body.

“Oh, God,” she moans, her hands gripping the edge of the table as her climax approaches.

My tongue flicks at her clit in time with my fingers, her juices coating my face as I feast on her. The taste of her is sweet and intoxicating, driving me mad with desire.

I can feel her body tightening beneath me, her breaths coming in short pants as she sprints towards her orgasm. And then, with a final hard push of my fingers and a flick of my tongue, she explodes. Her back arches off the floor, her moans filling the silent room as she screams my name in ecstasy.

“Good girl,” I say, sliding free and getting to my feet. She gazes up at me with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wild. I want to start the wedding but I can’t do it yet. My self control has disappeared with her climax. I reach into my pants and pull out my cock. “Onto your knees,” I say as she stares straight at it. “Right now.”

NINE

Emma

I stare up at him as he reaches out, taking my hand in his. He wraps my fingers around his cock. “Stroke it like this,” he says, moving my hand back and forth along his length. “Grip like this, not too tight.”

I trace the contours of his member with my fingers, feeling the dense fabric of his flesh beneath my touch. He watches me intently, his eyes gleaming with a wicked anticipation I find irresistible.

His facial expressions seem to flicker like a silent movie, like he’s fighting his own sense of self control, trying not to let his emotions show but failing.

As he guides my hands up and down, I take note of the silken softness of his skin, which blends seamlessly with the taut veins that snake across the surface. His strength seeps into me, and I feel an unyielding confidence welling up within me. The warm glow of his skin radiates against my cool hands.

“Open your mouth,” he says. Stick out your tongue. Taste the tip.”

As I follow his instructions, my tongue tastes the salty sweetness of his flesh, lapping up every sensation as if it were the nectar of the gods. His cock twitches when my tongue hits a sweet spot just under the tip. I flick it again and he lets out a growl in response.

“I need to fuck your face,” he says. “Right now.”

I open my mouth wider, allowing his thickness to enter, feeling it stretch my lips and invade my throat. I gag, momentarily, but he pulls back, giving me a chance to catch my breath before continuing.

His hands grip my hair, guiding me deeper into his world of pleasure and pain. I am lost in the rush of sensations, feeling the blend of his skin against my tongue, the heated breath leaving his lips as he groans with satisfaction.

He thrusts deeper into my mouth, dominating me as I cling to him. The stacks of books on each side of us seem to close in, echoing the intensity of our encounter. My knees ache, but the need to please him overpowers my discomfort.

“Faster,” he growls, sending electric jolts up my spine. “Harder, Emma. Use your tongue.”

I obey, slurping and sucking at his cock as he thrusts, punctuated by his harsh breaths and animalistic growls. I feel alive, consumed by the raw energy of our union. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling me impossibly closer, his hips thrusting in a furious rhythm.

His eyes are ablaze with desire, his lips parted as he watches me, guiding my movements with an unspoken hunger that courses through my veins. I can feel the heat of his body, the pulse of his heartbeat beneath my lips. The scent of his arousal fills my nostrils, a heady mix of sweat and musk, a primal perfume that intoxicates me.

With each thrust, I am lost in a world of sensation, my body a vessel for his pleasure. The cool marble floor beneath me feels insubstantial, as if it could melt away at any moment, leaving me floating in a sea of ecstasy.

His breaths become shorter, his growls more frantic. I can feel the tension building within him, the moment of release drawing ever closer. My tongue darts, tracing the sensitive skin beneath, eliciting a guttural moan from him.

“Yes, Emma,” he whispers. “That's it. Take it all. You’re such a good slut, taking my cock all the way in like that.”

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