Page 40 of Mated into the Mob

Was that an invitation? “Putting my lips on your hole and thrusting my tongue inside you? Yes, please.”

His mouth gaped, and he whimpered before taking my hand and undid his zipper. “Let’s start with your fingers and then cock. Tongue will come later.”

I wanted that and my mouth wrapped around his shaft and to be inside him, but I let him set the pace.

Tony got on his side and slipped my hand inside his jeans and underwear. He coated my fingers in slick, but instead of plunging them into his hole, he removed them and offered them to me. But as I leaned forward, he snatched them away and licked one.

My nostrils flared, and I growled when he glided his tongue along my sticky finger, tantalizingly slowly before swallowing it inch by inch. He pulled it out and shoved it in again. I removed it and licked around his mouth, savoring him before pulling away.

“Wanna undress me now?”

I hauled off his jeans and gazed at the hard ridge under his briefs. I’d had my hand on his bulge that first night, and I’d dreamed of uncovering it multiple times. But now that it was a reality, I paused as my heart hammered in my chest.

“I do.” I walked my fingers over his midriff. Gripping the elasticized waistband, I eased it over his hips, desperate to catch a glimpse of his cock. It bounded out, slapping me in the face. Tony giggled, and I ran my tongue around the tip, shoving it in the slit as he rocked his hips and moaned. Skimming my lips over the shaft, I gripped the base of his cock and pumped twice.

My mate yelped and gripped my hair, twisting strands around his fingers, while raking his other hand over my scalp.

He lifted his hips and shimmied off his briefs to his thighs, and I tossed them and his jeans on the floor.

“How do you want to do this?” My voice was husky as desire pooled in my belly.

Tony’s self-satisfied expression gave me pause. He was about to give me a hard time. “Usually the cock goes in the hole.”

I bared my teeth, a combination of lust and aggravation hovered just below the surface. “Tony!”

He fluttered his eyelashes and grinned. “Yes.”

Tired of going slow, I crawled between his legs. “I was asking if you wanted to get on all fours or stay as you are?”

His eyes grew wide. “I want to watch.” He spread his legs wider, and I put a pillow under his hips. But he shivered, and I hesitated.

“I can adjust the temperature.”

He lifted himself up and grabbed my jaw, twisting my head to look at him. “These goosebumps,” he patted his belly, “are anticipation.” He poked his tongue in and out. “Now hurry. I was promised sex.”

I nestled between his legs, and the head of my cock nudged his thigh. He gasped, taking it in his hand and tapping the pre-cum with his fingertip. I shivered and leaned over him, my lips only inches from his belly button, and stuck my tongue in it.

His body jolted, and he giggled. “That tickles.” I lapped a trail up his chest and around one nipple, grazing it with my teeth before kissing over his throat and along his jaw. My core temperature rose as lust percolated in my veins, the desire to claim Tony foremost in my mind. I’d marked him, but he was mine in name—or mark—only.

Tony drew my length to his hole, while pressing his thighs on his chest. I pushed in, the head sliding in a ways. He was so tight. I waited, giving him time to adjust to my girth, and we panted together, our breath mingling.

“Eyes on me, Tony.”

He blinked rapidly, and I slid into him, watching his expression as I filled him. His mouth formed a perfect O when my cock sank into his channel. My heart thudded so loudly, I expected Tony to comment on it. But he lazily swayed his hips, forcing my length deeper inside him.

I ached to thrust into him, to skewer his body with my own, but reminded myself he was my equal, my mate, the one I loved and desired above all else. I pulled out, and Tony fixed his gaze on me and gripped the bedding, his knuckles white as his fingertips disappeared in the thick duvet.

“Fuck me, Flint,” he panted. “Fuck me with that thick, beautiful cock.”

I plunged into him, and he raised his hips, the slick that eased me in spilling onto both of us, smearing our bodies.

The soft drone of the air-conditioning formed a backdrop, along with the pungent aroma of slick as our bodies slapped against one another. My breathing sped up, and I thrust inside him, studying his reaction, but at the same time, desire weighed on my eyelids, forcing them closed, the darkness amplifying the longing inside me.

But Tony flipped his legs over my shoulders, and my eyes snapped open. He batted his lashes and wriggled his ass, igniting a hunger deep inside me. I slid my hands under his butt, removing the pillow, and he gasped.

“Oh gods, that’s even better.”

My fingers pressed into the soft flesh on his ass as my cock claimed him. We both panted and moaned while Tony twisted his body, sending pleasurable vibrations through me.

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