Page 83 of Dark Mafia Bride

“Don’t stop,” are the only words I manage to mumble in response, and I feel his smirk against my neck as he continues rubbing circles against me. I grind down against him, pushing myself against his growing erection.

“Oh,” he chuckles darkly. “I’m going to bring you pleasure until you beg me to stop.”

There’s no way I would ever want him to stop. Not when I feel like I’m levitating, not when this feels so fucking good.

His fingers begin to pump faster, and that’s when I feel myself starting to go over the edge. I clutch his shoulder firmly, my nails digging into the taut skin beneath his shirt.

“Cum for me, Kitten,” he orders gruffly. “Cum for me now.”

I whimper as the orgasm explodes through me, my entire body shaking wildly in his arms. He continues to pump slowly until I’m well spent. I collapse against him, panting heavily. He lets his hands slide out of my jeans and brings his soaked fingers to my lips.

“Open.”

Another bout of pleasure shoots through me at the sound of his rough command. I open my mouth, and he slides three thick fingers in, coating my lips with my slick arousal. I moan and close my mouth around his fingers, sucking them eagerly the way I would suck his cock.

“Bella,” he grunts as I scrape my teeth over his fingers before biting down.

He lets out a sound between a laugh and a hiss before pulling his fingers out of my mouth. “You’ll pay for that.”

A smile spreads out on my lips, but it doesn’t last long because he walks over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Take off your clothes,” he says simply, his hazel eyes gleaming dangerously.

I nod wordlessly as hot, erotic pleasure dances down my spine. I don’t understand what’s happening to my body...what he’s doing to my body. I hate being bossed around or told what to do, but for some reason, when Ettore tells me what he wants me to do, I find myself doing just that.

I pull my top over my head and toss it aside. His eyes darken as he watches me intently from across the room, taking in the way my breasts fill up my lace bra. I swallow nervously before unzipping the front of my jeans and pulling them down. I see his jaw clench as I reach behind me to unbuckle my bra before finally pulling the matching pair of panties down my legs and stepping out of them.

“Come here,” he growls, and I don’t hesitate to cross the room to stand between his spread legs.

He leans forward, and a hiss leaves my lips when he grabs my ass and licks my stomach. My hands slide down to his hair, and he makes a rough sound in his throat as his head comes down to kiss the top of my pussy.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, spreading my legs to kiss my wet inner thigh.

“Ettore,” I gasp when he scrapes his teeth over the soft flesh right at the apex of my thighs. “Please...”

The word sounds foreign and weak coming from my lips, but I don’t care. I just want to feel him there.

“Please what?”

I glance down at him through hooded eyes. “Please eat my pussy.”

A mixture of surprise and something else flashes in his eyes, but confusion washes over me when he slides back into the bed and lies on his back.

“Come here,” he orders again.

He’s still fully dressed, so I don’t understand exactly what he wants me to do. Still, I climb his body, planting myself over his hard dick.

“Higher,” he says simply.

A confused breath leaves my lips as I watch him watch me.

“You wanted me to eat your pussy?” He arches a perfect brow. “Then come sit on my face so I can eat your pussy.”

Oh. Ohhh.

My body flushes with heat, embarrassment, and...excitement. I crawl up until my knees are spread right above his face. I feel his heavy breathing against my inner thigh, and I throw my head back.

This is the hottest, dirtiest thing I’ve ever done.

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