Page 127 of Charity's Redemption

“Ah,cazzo,” I hissed.

“I know. That’s what I’m saying. It could all…”

Vito’s voice pulled me from the moment until she yanked on my balls and worked her mouth faster, drawing them up tight.

“What?”

“I just said…”

“I’m going to have to call you back.” I ended the call and tossed my phone on my desk. It skittered across its length, then fell, landing on the floor somewhere with a crash. But I didn’t care.

All my focus was on this beauty with the mouth of a goddess who worked my cock like she was God’s gift to me.

I wrapped both my hands in her hair, moving her mouth up and down at a slow pace as her hand pumped.

“Mi fai impazzire, Charity.”

Pushing her down, I held her deep until she struggled once more, digging her nails into my balls, then released her.

A heavy tension dug into the base of my spine, stiffening my breaths in a staccato rhythm until I burst through and released my cum in her mouth.

“Inghiottire. Swallow, baby.”

Her mouth moved as she sucked and swallowed every bit I gave her, causing the sensitive head to twitch with each motion.

Charity popped my dick free from her mouth and wiped at the corner of her lips as I released my death grip on her hair.

“I hope you’re pleased with yourself,” I said, catching my breath.

Vito tried telling me something important, but I couldn’t recall. Instead, I sat languidly in my chair with her glistening lips still near my wet cock.

“I couldn’t be more pleased than if you were to lay me down on your desk and eat me alive.”

“Tempting the beast, Charity.”

I stood from my chair, ready to throw her on my desk and devour her like the hungry beast I am, when my phone rang again, but this time from an unknown location.

Charity stood with a devilish smile and sauntered out of my office as I went scrambling for my phone.

“You have no idea what you’ve just started,amore.”

“I think I do,” she said in a sing-song voice as she turned the corner, swaying her hips.

I tucked myself back inside my pants and scrambled around the back of my desk to find my phone face down on the ground.

My shattered screen broke even more than before as it fell off my desk. Tiny spiderweb-like cracks lashed out across Vito’s name flashing on my screen.

“I told you I’d call you back.”

“I know, sir, but Elias is here, and he’s pissed.”

“What? Why?”

“I think he found out.”

I plunged my hand through my hair and growled, fighting to throw my phone for the second time today. “Stay low. When he leaves, pay everyone double. This won’t fail.”

“Got it.”

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