Page 41 of Dark Mafia Vows

Sliding my hands to the waistband of his sweatpants, I slowly pull the fabric down, revealing a hard cock glistening with precum. My pussy throbs as I take his hard girth in my hands.

“Fuck, Ginny,” he hisses, his fingers digging painfully into my hips.

“Did eating my pussy make you this hard?” I whisper, trailing my fingers over the sides of his shaft.

His breathing has quickened, his eyes glazed with lust as he slides his hand to the back of my head.

“Yes. Now, get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth.”

I hate it when he tells me what to do, but somehow, his rough command fills me with exhilaration, sending shivers down my spine. Without sparing another second, I sink to my knees before him, taking his sweatpants down with me.

When they pool at his ankles, I wrap both of my hands around his length. It’s so big, so long, and so warm. My mouth waters in anticipation of his taste.

As the first lick of my tongue to his tip, his arms flex and clench. I kiss the glistening tip slowly, lightly dragging my teeth along the smooth skin.

“Ginny,” he warns, tightening his grip on my head. “Stop teasing.”

I hum softly in agreement before taking him into my mouth. We both moan together at my first taste of him. Then, inch by inch, I take him in deeper.

There is nothing soft about his cock. It’s blunt and hard, pulsating against my walls as he continues to tighten his hold on my hair. I pull back and take him back in, one of my hands holding his hip for support. I swallow him whole, reveling in every single delicious inch of his hot flesh.

“Fuck, Ginevra,” he rasps, and I feel the heat of his gaze as he looks down at me. “Look at me, baby.”

I obey his command, my body shivering at the nickname. I love all his nicknames for me, but my favorite is when he says my name with that deep rasp of his. My body feels as if it’s on fire, burning from the inside as his fingers come down to stroke my cheeks. He pulls the tip of his dick out of my mouth before pushing back inside.

I moan around the fullness, pressing my thighs together to relieve the pressure throbbing in my center.

“Are you getting turned on sucking my cock, Ginny?” he asks in a low groan.

I moan my answer, pushing him deeper to sink into my mouth. I suck hard. Harder than I ever had before. His gruff moans make my toes curl. I love it when men moan. I love the power it gives me, the rush it sends through my veins.

But just when I think I’m in control, he grabs the back of my head with his two hands.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, baby,” he warns. Well, I don’t take it as a warning. My pussy throbs even harder, and I feel my slick juices sliding down my thighs. “And you’re going to take every inch of it.”

I moan as he begins to move his hips, slowly at first. His girth stretches me, making tears pool at the corners of my eyes. As my hands come down to caress his balls, something snaps within him, and soon, he’s thrusting into my mouth. Every time his cock hits the back of my throat, I moan, his salty taste making me crave more.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, holding my face in place to keep me still as he drives into me. Each stroke is harder than the last. Faster. More forceful. “You love it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you?”

I moan around him, and one of my hands travels down to play with my pussy. The gesture makes his eyes darken into dangerous slits as his hips begin to pump faster.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growls as his cock pounds against my walls. “You’re mine, Ginny. No one else gets to see you like this, touch you like this.”

And then, his hips buck. I hold him firmly, sucking all his juice as his orgasm hits. His deep groan reverberates through my body, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. I never knew pleasuring a man could feel this good. Not until him.

When I’ve sucked him off completely, I release his dick from my mouth with a pop. His eyes glaze over, and he releases a tired chuckle.

“Come here.”

He pulls me up and pulls my body flush against his. His fingers caress my mouth. “Sore?”

I shake my head as tiredness rolls through me.

“You’ll be by tomorrow morning,” he muses before carrying me into his arms.

Somewhere at the back of my head, the warning bells ring. I know this is supposed to be a one-time thing. I’m not supposed to let him carry me upstairs, touch me softly like I’m a porcelain doll just after fucking my mouth like a whore. But I love it. I close my eyes and lean against his chest.

And when I feel my body sinking into a soft mattress, his smell envelops me, and I know it belongs to him. I don’t protest. When I feel his warmth beside me, I realize he won again. On his bed, I fall into a dreamless sleep with his body right next to mine.

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