Page 25 of Taboo Flames

I’m not even surprised. For most mafia men, surprises were never a good thing. It was either trouble or something far worse. I completely understand their reasons for wanting everything to be laid out and preplanned.

“You’ll like this one,” I say, and then, on second thought, I add, “Or maybe not.”

We walk toward the tree line, and I look over my shoulder to smile at Giovanni before walking into and past the tree line. We emerge on the other side into a sort of paradise.

My breath catches in my throat in awe. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been here a couple of times before. There was a guy I used to hang with in the past who had taken me here for a first date. I had fallen in love with the place immediately.

“Why are we here?” Giovanni asks.

I check to make sure that my instructions to spread out a blanket are carried out.

I turn to him with a naughty smile. “I’ve always wanted to have sex in a field.”

He looks me up and down. “You haven’t had enough of being an exhibitionist?”

“Nobody’s here but us,” I point out.

“I’m not interested,” he says offhandedly, then turns to leave.

“Why not?” I ask, stopping him in his tracks.

He turns back to look at me, his eyes narrowed dangerously. “Because, princess, you’re entirely too wrong for me, and I don’t want to cross any lines with you.”

I snort. “I hate to break it to you, but you’ve crossed the line by a whole mile. It’s a little too late to still be worrying about propriety. Not that I’d have taken you for someone who gave a single shit about the rules.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” he says. “But I have a type, and you’re not it.”

My heart pounds in my chest in panic. This isn’t how I thought this was going to go. I can feel him slipping away, and I have to do something.

I start unbuttoning the front buttons of my lilac romper.

“What are you doing?” he demands.

“What does it look like?” I shoot back. I push the straps of the cloth over my shoulders and let it pool at my feet. Then I kick off my sneakers. I’m left in just matching blue underwear.

His eyes sweep down my body slowly, but he remains unmoved.

I quickly unhook my bra and let it drop, then grab one hardened nipple and pinch it, letting out a moan.

One second, he’s standing several feet from me, and the next, he’s in front of me, grabbing me roughly by my ponytail and pushing me down to my knees. I smile victoriously.

Without giving him any time to change his mind, I undo his belt and zipper and pull out the thick, long length of his cock. My mouth waters at the sight of him.

I’ve been wanting to do this since the day I walked in on him pleasuring himself. I take a moment to admire the sight before me. The head of his cock is flushed a distinct purple, and he’s slightly curved to the right. Angry veins line the length of him.

My pussy clenches at the thought of this monstrous cock pushing into me. He’s too thick to fit. It looks like he can split me in half.

God, I just hope he doesn’t catch on to the fact that I haven’t done this before. I mean, I have sort of practiced, and I watched a lot of porn, but this is the first time I am ever taking a cock into my mouth.

Giovanni must have had tons of women do this to him. What if I’m terrible, and he stops me before I even begin?

“It’ll fit, and I’ll show you what to do,” he says as if he read my mind. My head snaps up in surprise. “Open your mouth for me, princess,” he grits out.

I part my lips obediently, and he drags the mushroom head against my lips, eyes staring down at me with rabid desire.

“Now lick the tip, baby.”

I stick out my tongue and lap at his slit.

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