Page 25 of Bound to the Mafia King

When hell freezes over.

Without warning, I picked her up and placed her on the counter.

She didn’t stop me.

I pulled her towel off her body.

She didn’t stop me.

I spread her legs apart and watched her eyes darken with lust and desire.

She didn’t stop me.

“Do you taste sweet or salty,cielo?”

Her eyes darkened. “Why don’t you find out.”

Good, we were on the same page. I knew that I was playing a dangerous game here. The goal was to practice restraint. Just a simple taste and then I would be gone.

I lowered myself down until I was level with her throbbing pussy. It was naked and clean. I had always been a man who favored a little bit of growth, but for some reason, this enticedme more. I flicked my eyes up to meet hers, and I was met with anticipation and lust.

She was ready for me. And even if her eyes weren’t screaming those words at me, her slick pussy said enough.

I took the first lick trying to get a lay of the land.

Her body shuddered. Good, she was reactive and responsive.

I plunged my tongue inside her hole and took a good taste of her. Her lips were edgy, but her pussy… her pussy was fucking golden.

I pleasured her with my mouth, making sure to tease her all the way to the edge.

I used my fingers and plunged into and out of her tight pussy. My tongue took its time, licking and moving against her clit. Her juices poured into my mouth and I greedily lapped them all up.

She tasted divine.

Her mouth had some kick to it, but her pussy? Her pussy was unbelievably sweet.

I was obsessed.

She massaged her large breasts with one hand while the other clutched onto the soft strands of my hair. She pulled on them gently, only making my hunger increase with each passing second.

I added another finger, and this caused her body to jerk forward, her thighs tightened around my head.

“Ah, fuck,” she moaned into the bathroom. “You suck my pussy so well.”

She ground into my mouth, trying to create more friction. As the kind man that I was, I obliged and plunged in a third finger.

“Rio…” She arched her back from the cool glass. “Fuck, it’s too much.”

I was stretching her, but I knew that she could take it. Her body would accommodate to me; it would yield to my command.

I softened my touch for no person, and she was no exception to that rule. She would learn my touch, she would crave my touch, and it would be my touch alone that would be enough for her.

I wanted to ruin her for any other man. She was mine, and she would learn this truth as well. It was only a matter of time.

“Valerio, please…” she begged me to come.

I loved seeing this side of her. I wanted to watch her come undone every hour, if I could.

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