Page 84 of Mafia King's Forbidden Vows

“Please, Teacher, please take me now. I can’t wait any longer.” A moan tumbles from my lips, my hand reaching to cup one of my breasts.

His eyes darken at the sight as he sucks in a sharp breath. “I don’t remember asking you to speak.” Hot breath shoots from my nostrils, tickling the side of my neck as he whispers into my ears. His eyes flick down to my breasts and then back to my face. “Now, keep quiet and close your eyes while I touch you. You’ll open them only when I give you permission.”

This is literally him blindfolding me. My lids close shut, darkness enveloping me as his tongue finds my breast, and he begins to suckle greedily on it.

For the first time, Elio Donatelli moans while touching me.

Low, guttural sounds emerge from deep within his throat as one hand squeezes my breast and the other hand trails along my skin to my clit.

I can hear the tub water easing out of the drain and then feel the water raining down on us from the overhead panel.

My legs are tingling with anticipation as he slips one finger into my slick wet pussy, encircling his finger deeper as my hips rise to completely close over his finger.

His mouth remains latched to my breasts, switching from one to the other after a few minutes. I feel his teeth scraping on my nipple while at the same time his tongue is swirling its tip. When he slides an additional finger into me, my mouth parts in a loud moan.

“I never gave you permission to moan, Princess. Not a single sound or you’ll get punished; the only thing I want you to do right now is to open those pretty legs for me.”

My legs part in obedience as he drives a third finger into me. I bite down on my lips to prevent myself from crying out.

When his fingers slide out, I feel the sudden emptiness in me and eagerly wait for his cock to fill me up. Instead, I feel him rising in the tub to his full height.

“Please... please let me open my eyes. I want to look at you.”

A low grunt of approval slips past my ears. “Music to my ears, baby. I can’t deny you when you beg so good.”

I bob my head up and down obediently and flip my eyes open when I feel the warmth of precum on them. His cock, engorged and bulging with veins, stares right at my face. That thing is huge.

“Now, open that smart mouth of yours.”

Being the first time I take a dick in my mouth, I follow his lead, opening my mouth and taking him in, not knowing if I would be able to fit all of his massive size in. But then he guides my head to lean on the wall behind me and starts thrusting himself feverishly into my mouth.

I listen to his ragged pants as he pushes his glorious length in my mouth, inch by inch, trying carefully not to gag me while it fights its way deeper into my throat.

He then slips himself out of my mouth, grunting loudly. Lowering himself down, he spreads my legs, positions himself right in front of my entrance, grabs me by the waist, and rams into me like his life depends on it. He retreats and slams back into me relentlessly, with every thrust hitting depths in me I didn’t even know existed.

The way he is claiming my body is utterly tough, rough, and with an apparent sense of possessiveness, yet my body loves every minute of it as if it is trying to make up for all the years of celibacy. I grip the bathtub surround, barely keeping up.

Still inside me, he grabs the front of my throat with his right hand and crashes his lips on mine, his tongue fervently exploring my mouth. Heat spirals in my core, the familiar feeling of weightlessness that I only ever experienced with Elio engulfing me. I feel my climax seizing every single muscle in my body.

“Tell me now…” he groans into my ear, “…who owns your cunt?”

Lost in my orgasm, I can barely manage to whisper, “Y-you.”

“Louder!”

Collecting my breath, I try to repeat, louder this time, “You! You do…”

“That’s right, baby!” and with that, he slams his cock one last time into me, raw and wild, with lust… with desire.

His dick is buried in the depths of my pussy, and his hands are anchored around me. He lifts his head to look at me.

A sinister grin climbs on his face as he says, “You’re mine now, Mrs. Donatelli.”

Chapter twenty-seven

Elio

Sunrays filter in through the open window, nearly blinding my sight. My eyelids flutter open just as my 7 a.m. alarm chimes beside the bed.

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