Page 6 of Unwanted Marriage with the Mafia Boss

He squeezes my breasts and toys with my nipples, giving me a few sharp pinches that only excite me more. His hands explore my body, caressing and groping.

“Get down on your knees,” he commands.

I face him and lower myself down, keeping my eyes on him. My insides are a quivery mix of excitement and a little bit of fear. My ex was never satisfied with my technique. Will this guy be different?

His eyes are brimming with desire and hunger. I don’t think anyone has ever watched me like that, as if he sees me as more than just a way to get off. But I must be imagining all that. Why would a random guy like him care about anything other than his own pleasure?

“Open your mouth,” he says as he pushes the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows.

Even his veiny arms are hot like hell.

I obey, and he unzips his pants. My eyes go wide as his thick length springs out. I’ve never been with anyone so big.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he says. “If you want me to stop, lift your hand up, okay?”

“Yeah.” I do as he asks.

He slowly pushes his cock past my lips and sighs. I try to take as much of him in as possible as I gently suck on his sensitive flesh. He groans, rocking his hips. His movements gain speed, and I struggle a little. When I think I’m about to choke, I raise my hand.

My heart beats faster. I shouldn’t be scared. I’m just doing what he told me to do, but what if he reacts like Filippo?

He immediately backs away from me. “Sorry, I got carried away. Are you okay?”

I just stare at him, unblinking. Why am I even surprised? He’s not Filippo. I can trust him.

Blue. I think I’m going to call him Blue, because his eyes are so damn blue as he looks at me with concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” I say. “I was just a little out of air. That’s all:”

“Come here.” He extends his hand to me and pulls me up to my feet.

His arms wrap around me and I end up pressed against his chest. Safe. I feel safe, and I haven’t felt that with a man in, like...

Never, I guess. Even when they were nice to me, I expected their tense shoulders, mouths curved in annoyance, and eyes flashing with disdain. I didn’t get any of that with Blue.

His fingers trail up and down my back, and then he places his hand on my cheek. When our gazes lock, he presses his lips against mine. More warmth and need fills my body.

He keeps kissing me, his mouth getting rougher against mine, and I like it. I’m glad he hasn’t changed his mind about me and that he doesn’t think he needs to be more gentle. We stumble to the left, and I let out a surprised yelp when he pushes me onto the bed, which is way softer and more comfortable than the one in a regular room. The sheets are dark blue and silky, and so damn nice.

Blue flips me over and pulls my hips up, so I find myself facedown on the bed and with my ass in the air. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. I gasp as he yanks them down my legs. His hands travel up my legs, massaging lightly and making me moan. He kneads my skin and then his fingers slip between my legs.

He runs his hand over my wetness, forcing my legs farther apart. I push against his hand, hungry for more of his touch. Needy for him.

His thumb briefly presses against my clit, and then without warning, he brings his palm hard down on my bottom. And then again. And again.

The smacks are sharp and swift and echo through the room. My skin stings and tingles, and the throbbing between my legs gets even stronger.

Blue caresses my bottom and gives me a couple of more smacks. The bed shifts and he grasps my thighs. A loud moan tears its way out of my throat when I feel his tongue gliding over my pussy. He spreads my folds, licking and flicking his tongue over my clit. I’m having trouble staying still as he laps at me, finding just the right pace.

When he hits the right spot, my release rolls through me with so much force that it leaves me breathless. My whole body tingles and pulses with pleasure, and I can’t focus on anything other than the crazy need to have him inside me.

He moves to the nightstand, and I catch a glimpse of a condom wrapper. I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath. I hear something that sounds like Blue taking off his clothes. That’s good. I need a break.

But Blue is quick. He doesn’t give me much chance to recover because he positions himself behind me and shoves himself so deep and so fast inside me that I cry out. It only takes me a moment to adjust because the raging desire in me completely overtakes me.

Blue mercilessly pumps his hips as he holds onto me, and every stroke is like adding gasoline to a fire. I’m floating on a cloud of pleasure, and it’s as if no one and nothing can touch me.

What was it again that was worrying me? I don’t know, and I don’t care. It’s just Blue and me here, and I don’t have to know anything about him to feel bliss.

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