Page 46 of Convenient Mafia Vows

Maybe we fallasleep for a couple of hours. Or maybe I simply lay there in Caleb’s bed, his arm flung across my chest, his face close to mine, watching him sleep.

It is still dark when he stirs. I’m naked, he is still wearing his suit pants and shirt from the evening before. I breathe his oxygen, and it feels so right that I don’t want the night to end.

He opens his eyes and smiles.

I smile back. I still feel the pang of letting Danny Zuko slip through my grasp, but I understand now that this ache has become a habit that I’ve clung to the way a child clings to their favorite blanket. A crutch of sorts. A fond memory to keep me warm at night and whenever I’m feeling lonely and undesirable.

His fingers locate my nipple, and he leans over me to suck on it. “Ready for round two?” My pussy, although sore and swollen, immediately responds by tingling, and the crushing tiredness I felt before evaporates like warm breath on a cold window.

Pulling the comforter over his head, Caleb disappears. He spreads my legs and licks me so gently that my orgasm explodes almost immediately, my body convulsing, my breathing shallow.

Caleb reappears. “Don’t think you’re getting away with it that easily.”

Slowly, with his eyes locked onto mine, he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it onto the floor. Then he unzips his pants, freeing his engorged cock in one easy movement. He slides them off and adds them to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor along with his boxers.

It’s the first time I’ve seen him naked, and he’s every inch how I imagined him to look when I watched him straddling his Harley the night he saved Mason. He obviously works out. He probably has a freaking gym nestled somewhere within his cavernous apartment. His shoulders are wide, his chest smooth, and his six-pack ripped. His torso is covered in Celtic tattoos, intricate crosses, knots, and infinity symbols that I could spend hours trying to unravel.

I allow my eyes to drift slowly down to his defined pelvis and finally settle on the length of his cock.

It takes my breath away. How did it even fit inside me?

“Your turn.” He holds the base of his cock and starts rubbing it, and I can’t help envying his confidence in his own skin.

It isn’t vanity. I mean, he must know how hot he is, he probably has women like Suki telling him he’s hot every day of the week, but he isn’t arrogant about it. This is all about feeling comfortable with his body, something I’ve always struggled with, considering my inability to get laid until I met Danny Zuko.And even he didn’t come back for more. There’s only so much rejection a gal can take.

I roll onto my knees and inch towards him, his cock growing even larger if that’s at all possible. I don’t know what he wants me to do. That’s a lie; I mean, I know what he wants me to do, but my experience of doing it is still on level zero.

Lowering my head, I wrap my hand around his girth and take the head into my mouth. I can taste me on him, and it sends a thrill down my spine. With him in my mouth, I lick all around the head, sliding the tip of my tongue into the slit and nibbling with my teeth.

“Deeper.” His voice is husky.

I open my mouth wider, lower myself onto him until I can feel him touching the back of my throat. The gag reflex is instantaneous, and I pull away, hiding my face because I don’t want him to see my eyes watering.

But Caleb removes my hands and cups my face in his. He tilts my head back, grips my chin, and kisses my lips. “You can do it, Victoria.”

Does he know what he’s doing? Is this all part of his plan to get me to be submissive? Because it works.

I grip him tightly and take him into my mouth, forcing myself not to gag. My hand instinctively starts rubbing, gently to begin with, and growing more forceful as I pump his cock in and out of my mouth. He wraps his fists in my hair and grips me tightly. “Keep going, m’áilleacht.”

I lose all sense of time and place. All that exists for me is his cock in my fist and my mouth, and the taste of his precum in the backof my throat. A spear of panic travels through me. Do I swallow when he comes, or do I catch it in my mouth and spit it out? What would he want me to do? What if I can’t even make him orgasm?

But I must be doing something right because Caleb releases my hair, unwraps my fingers from around him, pulls out of my mouth, and pushes me back horizontally across the bed.

Grabbing my thighs, he pushes them back so that my knees are on either side of my head, exposing my sex to him. Then, on his knees, he inserts a finger into my pussy, catches my juices and slides it between my lips, forcing me to lick my own taste off him while he rams his length into me. “Do you like tasting yourself, Victoria?”

“Yes.” Part of me wants to scream that I love it, but something is still holding me back.

It’s a heady combination, his finger in my mouth and his cock pounding me so deeply, I swear I can feel it hitting the base of my spine. I feel my own orgasm erupting as his body judders and he comes inside me.

But he doesn’t leave it there. Whipping his cock out of me, he shoves it into my mouth, holding my head with both hands, so that I have no choice but to swallow the last of his cum.

When he is done, Caleb lies beside me, still teasing my erect nipples with his fingers.

As the heat of the moment cools, I can’t help wondering what this means for us. The fake marriage is temporary, I get it, and I’m no expert when it comes to sexual relationships, but my gut is telling me that he wants me as badly as I want him.

So, how do we walk away from this when the time comes? Because, I don’t know about Caleb, but I can’t simply let him vanish too.

Before I can voice my thoughts, his phone vibrates, and he leaves my side, the rush of cool air on my bare skin making me shiver.

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