Page 40 of Dark Mafia Vows

I throw my head back as he curves his fingers inside me, hitting a different angle.

“Oh Dario,” I grunt, pulling his hair tighter as I ride his fingers harder.

His other hand grabs one of my breasts and squeezes firmly, making my head burst with pleasure. “Yes, that feels good,” I sigh, my hips grinding against him. “So fucking good.”

I grab onto his shoulders and thrust myself against him faster and faster while he slides his fingers deeper inside me. “Dario...oh yes...”

“Mmm, fuck...are you going to cum all over my fingers, Ginny?”

“Yes,” I moan as the pressure builds higher and higher and higher...

A sharp exhale leaves my lips as Dario pulls his fingers away from me. My eyes snap open, a retort dancing on the tip of my tongue. But then he slips his fingers into my mouth. Fuck. My pussy clenches as I suck on my juices, swirling my tongue over his thick fingers that were just inside me. His eyes darken to a dangerous shade, and I catch the flex of his jaw as he watches me. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, making a pop sound.

And then he sinks onto his knees before me.

Just when I think he can’t get any sexier, he looks up at me like a predator hunting its prey. “Grab the edge of the counters.”

Somehow, the rough timbre of his command makes me even wetter. My fingers grab the edge of the marble countertop firmly as he pulls one leg over his shoulders.

“I want to taste you, Ginny,” he whispers, pushing my nightgown up to my waist and running his nose down to my soaking pussy. “I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you at that ball. Those faded blue jeans you wore that night...they’ve been seared into my memory ever since.”

A sharp, tearing sound cuts through the stillness of the room as he rips the delicate lace of my panties, the flimsy fabric giving way under his touch.

“I think about you obsessively, Ginny. I’m so completely consumed by you that I can’t even sleep at night without losing myself in thoughts of you. Jerking off to the thought of you, imagining every single thing I want to do and say when next I see you,” he confesses, his voice low and raw.

His breath hitches as it fans over my wet core, and I can feel my body responding, tightening, as my arousal intensifies.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, licking the wetness that slid down my thighs as he moves up to my pussy.

It’s all too erotic, too dirty...I like it very much.

When his tongue finally meets my wet folds, I cry out loudly. The heat radiating from the center of my body, spreading throughout my limbs, fills me to my very core. He sucks on my clit, teasing me with his tongue, his hot breath tickling my inner thighs. His tongue laps hungrily, and one of his hands grabs my ass to drag me further into him.

Fuck...he’s eating me out like he’s been hungry for years. And it feels too good.

He alternates between licking and sucking until my thighs begin to quiver and I’m reaching down to grab the back of his head. I roll my hips against him, feeling tingles all down to the tips of my toes.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my face like the dirty girl you are,” he groans.

His rough voice sends me over the edge, and soon, he’s holding me tightly as my body convulses uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop his relentless licking and sucking until I’m completely spent, moaning his name like a wounded animal in its final throes.

Carefully placing my leg down, he stands up. The sight of my juices coating his smirking mouth will be forever imprinted in my memory.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. I nod, feeling a sudden wave of shyness. It’s the first time I’ve ever been brought to orgasm like that, and the experience was astonishing. But I’d rather leap off a cliff than admit it to him.

“Tired?” he murmurs with a smirk, his finger trailing gently down my cheek.

I suddenly feel the urge to wipe that smug grin off his face.

“No,” I purr, sliding my hands down the hard muscles of his chest.

His eyes dance dangerously as they watch me. And when I lean in to kiss one hardened nipple, he lets out a low hiss. I drag my teeth over the skin surrounding it, flicking the tip with my tongue.

One of his hands plants on my hip, squeezing tightly. I trail my kisses down to the center of his stomach, kissing his abs slowly until I get to a scar just by the side of his bellybutton.

“Stab wound,” he grounds out as I look up at him.

Still looking into his eyes, I trail my tongue over the ridge and line of the scar, wondering if there were any more and confirming the proof that he was a man tortured by demons. Now, I plan to make him forget.

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