Page 25 of Married to the Mafia Devil

I obey, opening my throat wider, accepting his cock deeper, feeling the pulsing head throb against my tongue.

His breath is ragged, and I can feel the tension in his hips as he tries to maintain control. His moans and breathy whispers fill the air with a carnal soundtrack, his words dripping with lust. “You're so good at this,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “I can't believe this is your first time. You're a natural.”

I feel a surge of confidence. I continue to work my magic, teasing him with my lips and tongue, exploring every inch of him with tender caresses.

“Fuck, yes,” he gasps, his grip tightening in my hair. “That's it. Suck my dick. Make me come.”

I suck harder, my tongue darting out to explore his sensitive spot, eliciting a strangled cry from him. “You're so fucking good at this,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire.

As he thrusts harder and faster, his hips bucking wildly, the tension within him reaches its peak. His body convulses, and a hot surge of pleasure courses through him, filling my mouth with his cum. It’s hot and salty and I made him do that. I feel nothing but pride as his cock twitches again, more pouring from him.

I gasp, swallowing the first waves of his seed, savoring the taste of his cock as it mingles with the saliva in my mouth.

He groans in pleasure, his grip on my hair tightening momentarily as he floods me with his desire, thrusting again. “Swallow it all,” he says. “Show me what a good slut you are.”

His body shudders, his weight pressing me into the cool marble floor, his cock still throbbing slightly as it slips from my lips. I can feel the warmth of his seed spreading across my tongue and throat. The last drop falls onto my lip and I lick it up, smiling at him as I do.

“Everyone back in,” he shouts a moment later, his eyes still fixed on mine.

TEN

Matteo

As the guests file back in, I notice a centerpiece slightly out of alignment on one of the welcome tables.

Emma hasn’t noticed it. She’s greeting the guests, being the perfect host. She is the confident woman I know she can be. Her natural shyness remains, a part of her character, but she isn’t letting it control her. I’m controlling her. I have given her this strength, proof that my power is all that matters in our world.

The centerpiece irritates me, catching my eye again and again.

Out of nowhere, Emma moves gracefully towards the table. With a delicate and assured touch, she adjusts it.

“Better?” she inquires, a slight smile playing on her lips as she glances back at me, her tone light yet underscored with understanding.

“Much,” I respond, the corners of my mouth lifting in an appreciative smile. It's a fleeting exchange, but it reinforces the profound connection between us.

Watching her, I can't help but feel a swell of pride; her strength in this moment is undeniable. Her ease and grace in greeting each member of New York's elite shows her capability to stand as my equal in this illustrious gathering. I’m impressed, especially knowing her panties are safely stowed in my pocket.

She glances at me and I see a flicker of sorrow in her eyes.

“You okay?” I ask.

“I just wish Pamela was here. She always said I’d get married to another bookworm one day.”

“Friend of yours?”

She nods.

“You can call her if you like. We can wait for her to arrive before the ceremony starts.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to put her in danger. Even if Amelia could come, I wouldn’t want her to. You’ve got guards stationed everywhere. I know there’s a risk here, even if you haven’t told me.”

“You spotted the guards? They’re supposed to be blending in.”

“Matteo,” Alex shouts from over near the altar, tapping his watch. “It’s time.”

“This way,” I say, leading Emma toward him.

I introduce her to him as we reach the altar. “This is my second in command and the closest thing I have to a brother. He's been with me through...well, almost everything.”

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