Page 48 of Inherting the Mafia

I leaned forward, inhaling Vito's scent from collarbone to ear, taking in the raw aroma of man. The scent rushed back into me in a wave of intoxication.

Smelling Vito was hardening my cock to a steel bar. I loved the smell of this man, was addicted to it. It was a scent that made me aroused every time the aroma was near.

My legs shifted as I straddled Vito's waist between my thighs. I leaned forward to nip the man on his jaw. I could feel small pants of Vito's breath tickling my cheek. The man's breath was coming out raggedly, softly, though.

Vito tugged at my cheek until our lips were only an inch apart, and then I moaned as the man captured my lips. My body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in me reaching for Vito's mouth, the hot draw of his lips, and the moist wash of his tongue.

I opened my eyes, gasping when I saw Vito's grimace of pleasure, the raw lust that transformed his handsome face. I hadn't thought the man could get any better looking, but staring down at Vito now I knew I had been wrong.

When Vito ran his hands down my chest, his thumbs playing at my nipples, a course of lust shot through my groin, making mydick throb with my heartbeat. I leaned forward, pushing against Vito's hands. I wanted more.

Vito's fingers tightened on my nipples, squeezing them, rolling them between his fingers. The pleasure of the man's hands racked my body, making me tremble with need. My tongue snaked out, licking a path from one side of Vito's neck to the other.

I slid my hands up Vito's arms, circling around his wrists, applying the lightest of pressure as I pressed my chest harder into Vito's hands. I shifted my weight, pressing my body down until I could nuzzle Vito's neck, and then leaned back, pulling Vito's shirt free from his body. I needed raw, naked skin. I flesh needed flesh.

I swallowed tightly as I glanced down at the tanned and gleaming chest below me. It was thick, strong, and damn near perfect. I loved the sculpted way Vito was formed.

I ran my hands over the bare flesh, my nails scraping lightly, small red marks appearing along the way.

The man was utterly perfect.

Glancing down Vito's body, just above where I was sitting, I saw the outline of his thick erection. It was full, stretched wide, and left little to the imagination. I released the snap on Vito's pants, pulling the zipper down until I saw the moist head of Vito's cock peeking out.

Vito's tongue licked at my nipple, his lips nibbling sporadically. I gasped, arching my head back as that rough, rasping tongue stroked over my heated flesh.

Oh, that was good. Real good. Hot, with a gentle abrasion that had me panting as Vito moved slowly to the other nipple.

I glanced down at Vito, staring as I snaked my hand into his pants and massaged the heated flesh. It was hard, but felt like liquid silk under my fingers, with the pre-cum leaking over my fingers.

Lifting my hand to my mouth, I sucked my fingers in, the taste of the man rolling over my taste buds like nectar to a bee. I groaned, licking each finger clean before I pulled at the waistband of Vito's pants, chasing the material down Vito's body until I could toss the fabric aside.

Vito lay there stunningly naked now, exposed to my hungry, appreciative gaze. I drank the man in as I pushed Vito's thighs apart. Vito didn't hesitate. He parted his legs, showing off the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. A male's body was such a sculpted piece of art to me, so perfect, so exotic. Vito's was better.

I found myself wanting to rub all over Vito, to touch every inch of him. The urge was strong, compelling me to lean forward until my stomach was touching Vito's erection. I rubbed my body over Vito's length, feeling the pre-cum trailing over my skin.

There was a pull that was almost maddening in my mind. I wanted to sink deep into the man's soul and never come out. It was a need so strong that I let it wash over me and carry me under.

I needed to taste Vito.

I pushed my body down the length of Vito until my head was even with Vito's weeping cock. I licked a path to Vito's cock. I nuzzled in the wiry curls before licking my way up the fully hard shaft and sucking at the engorged head to savor Vito's pre-come.

As I swallowed, I felt a large hand on my head and looked up to see Vito gazing down at me with heated eyes. Vito's fingers caressed my jaw, almost begging me to show him just what I could do with my mouth.

I leaned forward, engulfing Vito's cock. Vito groaned out his pleasure as I swallowed the erection to the root. Using my tongue, I licked the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Vito's desires.

"So perfect," Vito hissed as he pulled his finger free, placing his hand back onto the bed. I cupped the back of Vito's knees, pushing the man's legs back as I worked my mouth over Vito's cock.

Vito pushed his legs back, wrapping them around my shoulders, pulling me closer as his fingers dug deeper into the sheet. My chin brushed over Vito's sac and felt that it was drawn close to Vito's body.

Reaching around, I played at Vito's hole, pressing my fingers against the throbbing muscle, but not entering. Vito shouted, and his hips bucked, pushing his cock to the back of my mouth as hot seed spilt down my throat. I drank it like a dying man, pulling every last drop from Vito's thick cock.

"Lube? Condom?" Vito asked as he rolled us until he was between my legs.

Instead of saying anything, I lifted my hip and reached into my back pocket, grabbing a single use packet of lube and a condom that I always kept there.

It was stupid not to be prepared.

After handing them to Vito, I shimmied out of my clothes as fast as I could. If they tore a little, it wouldn't matter. They had pretty much been destroyed when I got kidnapped anyway.

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