Page 3 of Convenient Mafia Vows

His free hand fumbles with the latex pants, and I hear a low growl erupt from his throat as he finally manages to drag them down over my hips.

He slides a finger inside me, and I gasp out loud before I can stop myself. My hands are fluttering around his head, and I shove a fist into my mouth and bite down hard. I can feel his finger working around inside me, probing, exploring, and I instinctively open my legs, knees still trembling, to let him in deeper.

“Stay there.” He reappears briefly, kisses my lips, a full-on tongue-down-my-throat kiss, and then drops to his knees, and oh my fucking God, when he spreads my sex open with both hands and inserts his tongue, I swear my eyes must roll back in my head.

Oh. My. God.

I feel… I don’t know what I feel… My pussy is throbbing and tingling and writhing like it wants to escape his tongue which is dragging back and forth across my clit, when I know that escaping is the last thing in the world I want to do right now.

I’m almost there, my orgasm about to explode, when he pulls his tongue out. I almost collapse on him and press my spine hard against the wall to keep myself grounded. My pussy is twitching, desperate to feel his tongue inside me again, and I don’t know what to do about it.

Danny stands and licks my lips with the tip of his tongue. I can’t move. The pants are still around my ankles, and I’m conscious that my breasts and my pussy are exposed, and this is not at all how I imagined my first time would be.

But when he murmurs, “Do you want me to let you come, Sandy?” I find myself whispering, “Yes,” huskily.

“Say it again.”

“Yes,” I breathe against him.

“Hmm.” Danny watches me with those green eyes, and when I instinctively try to kiss him, he moves just out of reach. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to come.” I don’t even recognize my own voice.

“Yes, Danny, I want you to let me come.” When I remain silent, he grabs my chin again and nibbles my bottom lip. “Say it, Sandy.”

“I want you to let me come.”

He smiles, and I melt into a giant orgasmic puddle of wetness.

Danny rams a finger inside me, watching me closely. I keep my eyes on him even though I want to close them and lose myself riding his finger. He drags it out of me, pulling his finger across my clit and eliciting another groan, and then his finger is in my mouth, and I can taste myself.

And maybe this is it after all, everything I never dreamed of because I never knew I could be this freaking sexy.

This time, when he sticks his tongue in me, I don’t hold back. I explode in his mouth, and for one scary moment I think he might drown in me because I never want this to end…

I don’t know when or how we end up in his bed.

I’m naked, and he climbs on top of me, still wearing the white T-shirt, his cock bouncing in his hand as he frees it from his jeans and rubs it around my pussy.

“Tell me you want me, Sandy,” he growls.

“I want you.” Since when did I ever start being so meek and compliant?

“Louder.”

I raise my voice a notch. “I want you.”

He shakes his head and pulls away, withholding from me the one thing I want most in the entire world.

“I freaking want you!” I yell.

He smiles, and I’ve never seen anything so crazily hot and sexy in my life.

I spread my legs wide, and he studies me for several moments before guiding his length to my sex. I feel him pushing againstme, trying to gain entry. Without thinking, I reach down and open myself up, holding his gaze the whole time.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Sandy.” I can see it in his enlarged pupils, and for once, I believe it.

Then he’s inside me, and I start panting as he pushes, gently at first, and then harder, hitting that wall, surprise crossing his eyes. He lowers his upper body onto me and fills my mouth with his tongue.

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