Page 24 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

Her eyes widened. “You don’t understand. The other guy I was seeing. I mean am seeing,” she paused, feeling a little embarrassed.

“You’re not a bad person, Claire. You enjoy being pleased. There’s nothing wrong with that. Going forward, though, you’ll only be pleased by me.”

I squeezed harder. I swear she was about to come.

“Vino,” she choked out.

I lowered her back flush against the counter and propped her feet on the edge. “Now be a good girl and come for me.”

She shivered at my words, her breath hitching. My hands slid over her thighs, pressing them wide. I zeroed in on her wet pussy under the recessed lighting.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my control unraveling. I was truly done for.

I had missed her scent. And couldn’t wait to have her cum on my lips again. My palm left her throat, finding the soft swell of her breast as I dipped my head between her legs.

My nose brushed against her mound as I inhaled deeply. Fuck, it had been too long.

Without another second wasted, I flicked my tongue against her clit, dragging a moan from deep within her. Sliding two fingers inside her, I groaned as her tight hole squeezed them.

She hadn’t taken my dick before. This would be the first time. And keeping her off it until now? That had been pure hell.

Her fingers slipped through my dark curls, tugging as her hips arched into my mouth.

“Oh, God,” she roared.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Claire.” The deep rumble of my voice vibrated against her, and she trembled completely at my mercy.

“Vino, please stop,” she cried.

I slid my tongue along her folds as I pinched her nipple to drive her insane.

“Vino, I asked to be fucked,” she gritted out.

I chuckled. “You’re going to get used to taking my tongue and dick.”

I circled my tongue around her clit.

Her back arched off the marble countertop. “Shit,” she moaned.

“Vino, why are you doing this to me?” She cried, removing her shaky fingers from my hair and sliding them through her own.

Because you’re mine. I’d wait to tell her the obvious. Now wasn’t the time.

“I fucking love the taste of your sweet pussy. You know you want to fuck my face.” Another dark chuckle rumbled in my chest.

I sucked her nub again and again.

“You’re killing me,” she yelled as she bucked her pussy against my face as she came hard on my tongue.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I drank every drop. I didn’t let up drinking between licks.

My hard cock strained in my slacks. I was ready to unload every drop of my cum deep inside her tight walls.

“Fuck you, Vino,” she cried out in pleasure.

I leaned over her and grabbed her nape. With my free hand I squeezed her jaw, forcing her mouth open. My lips rested against hers as I spit her cum into her mouth.

I drank the rest and a wide grin lifted my lips. “I wanted you to taste yourself. I fucking love the way you taste.”

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