Page 51 of Married to the Mafia Devil

I reach down and grab the back of her head, curious to see if she'll let me take control for a moment. But to my surprise, she just laughs and pulls away from me. “I said I’m in charge,” she snaps at me. “You need to learn to be patient.”

I let out a groan, unable to hide my frustration, but also feeling a strange sense of arousal from her dominance.

She leans in close, whispering in my ear, “Do you want me to stop?”

Her tongue swirls around the head of my penis, her lips enveloping me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and I feel myself about to explode. But she doesn't let up. Instead, she pulls back and begins to stroke me with her hand, her grip firm and precise.

She smiles up at me, her eyes filled with mischief and desire. “Are you ready to come, my dear?” she asks, her voice low and sultry. “Enjoying someone else being in charge for a while?”

I can only gasp in response. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I can feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I'm completely at her mercy, and there's something incredibly erotic about it. I want her to take me over the edge, to push me to the brink and beyond, but not yet. It’s too good to rush.

“You can come after I have,” she says, stripping out of her clothes, shoving me onto my back on the bed, my cock pointing toward her, twitching with need.

She straddles me, leaning forward to kiss me passionately. Her body is flush against mine, and the heat between us is almost palpable.

As she breaks away from the kiss, she takes me in her hands and guides me inside her pussy. I can feel myself sliding into her, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. She's so tight, so warm, and I want nothing more than to be inside her forever.

She starts to ride me, her hips undulating in a slow, steady rhythm. Her eyes locked on mine, she begins to moan, her breath ragged. I can feel myself getting even harder with every thrust, every sound she makes driving me wild with desire.

Her hands grip my hips, her nails digging in slightly, as she picks up the pace. Her eyes are locked on mine, her expression intense and unreadable. I can see the desperation in her eyes, the need for release that matches my own.

She starts to move faster, her hips bucking wildly. Her moans become louder, more urgent. I can feel her wetness coating my erection, and I know that I won't be able to hold back much longer.

Then she stops, climbing off me just as I’m getting close. Before I can growl a protest, she’s sitting on my face, pushing her pussy down onto my tongue.

I feel the heat radiating from her body, the musky scent of her arousal filling my senses. Her hands grip the headboard behind her, her hips rocking back and forth as she sets the pace.

The slick wetness of her desire coats my tongue, her moans and gasps music to my ears. The taste of her is intoxicating, driving me to delve deeper, to explore every inch of her with fervor and hunger.

Her movements become more urgent, more desperate as she nears the edge of ecstasy. I can sense the tension building within her, the telltale signs of impending release.

With a final press of my lips against her swollen bud, she shatters, her body convulsing in pleasure as she rides out the waves of her climax.

As she comes down from her high, she looks at me with a mixture of awe and gratitude. “Now you can come,” she says, moving down and slipping my cock back into her pussy. I thrust upward, hard and fast, all my frustration boiling over into movement.

She throws her head back, her hair falling in disarray around her face. “Yes,” she gasps, “give it to me, give me everything you've got.”

I can't resist any longer. My body tenses, and I thrust deep into her. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I feel myself releasing, pulsating inside her as wave after wave of intense pleasure courses through me.

She moans loudly, her hand on her clit, body trembling as she reaches another peak of pleasure.

Her eyes flutter shut, her breaths coming out short and ragged. Her orgasm tips me over the edge and I spurt inside her, climaxing loudly, letting out a roar of pleasure, slamming her body down onto my cock, wanting her to take every last drop.

She collapses onto me, her body still moving slightly with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I hold her close, my heart pounding in my chest with the intensity of the experience we've just shared.

“That was incredible,” I say, my hand tracing the curve of her jaw.

“So it’s okay if I take control sometimes?” she replies with a weak smile.

“I insist.”

As I trace lazy patterns along her body, the silence between us feels comfortable, intimate. Yet, I feel compelled to break it, to voice the thoughts swirling in my mind. “I liked that you took charge just now,” I start, my voice low but clear. “It shows that my shy bookworm can be kind of a slut when she wants.”

She chuckles softly, the sound resonating warmly in the quiet room. “Sometimes, you have to seize the moment,” she replies, her voice muffled slightly as she rests her cheek against my chest. “Might not get another chance.”

I smile, but the smile quickly fades as the reality of what we're about to do sinks in. I steel myself to say what needs to be said, even though part of me dreads it. “I'm risking a lot by letting you go into the lion's den. I don’t like the idea of standing back when you could get hurt.”

Lifting her head, she meets my gaze, her eyes filled with a determination that both reassures and terrifies me.

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