Page 87 of Mafia King's Ruthless Obsession

He begins trailing kisses along the arch of my neck, his hands still stroking my sensitive flesh. One long finger plays over the tip of my nipple, then gives the hard bud a single sharp tweak.

“Is that better?” he whispers.

My head nods even as I press back into his touch. “Please, stop teasing me.”

“Oh, I haven’t even started,” he purrs, sliding a hand down the length of my torso to cup my pussy. His hot breath ghosts over the shell of my ear, making my senses explode.

“Oh, God.” I struggle to keep my legs straight as his thick fingers skate along the edge of my slit, dragging wetness up to tease my clit. Gasping, I try to adjust my stance, but he’s too fast, and now his free hand moves to the front of my throat.

The light squeeze and firmer downward stroke send my hips bucking in desperation. Pleasure pools in my belly as he slides a thick digit into my slick entrance, a second quickly joining. I clench my inner muscles around his fingers, lost in a haze of incredible sensations. The feel of his thick, strong fingers inside me, stretching me and probing deeper, combined with the restraint on my throat has me whimpering. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop shaking.

“Not good enough for you yet?” Vasiliy sounds amused.

“Yes.” I bite my lip to prevent more embarrassing whines.

He pinches the side of my clit, and I choke on a desperate moan.

“Beg,” Vasiliy commands, flexing his fingers.

I close my eyes, inhaling sharply as arousal burns through my body, the thought of coming undone once again by his hands just as thrilling as the first time. But despite the thrill, his ego isn’t the only thing fueled by this. If he denies me, I won’t give him the satisfaction.

“Lisichka,” he whispers. “Now.”

The tone makes me shiver, my breath catching in my chest as the word leaves my mouth. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please make me come.”

He hums, licking the curve of my ear. “You’re learning.”

His finger becomes motionless, hovering just over my clit. Cold anticipation floods through me, knowing I’ll get the thing I crave, but only if I truly beg. “Touch me, Vasiliy. Right there. You’re driving me insane!”

“Better, but not quite.”

He does as I ask, his fingertips massaging my throbbing bud as his thick fingers probe my channel. All my focus collapses in on the place he’s touching, and I lose myself in the overwhelming torrent of pleasure. Within seconds, my toes curl, my breath coming in deep gasps as I rock my hips against his hand. I can feel his steely length pressed against my ass, my nerve endings exploding beneath my skin.

“Vasiliy, please!” I gasp. “Please, fuck me! I can’t...”

“See?” he says, amusement in his voice. “Now was that so difficult?”

With an obscenely lewd sound, he withdraws his fingers and turns my face toward him. His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue seizing control of my mouth. I shiver against him, delirious with lust, my juices running down my thighs. A needy whimper is wrenched from my throat, reverberating around us. His hands frame my face, both smeared with my arousal.

My breasts feel so heavy they hurt. My body burns and aches, my thighs trembling with the constant friction.

“Beautiful,” Vasiliy breathes, his hand ghosting over my clit. He drags his thumb along my throbbing sex, letting it linger between my folds.

There are no words to describe how desperate he’s made me. I cry out when he pushes back inside. The sound merges with his low groan, his hips jerking forward into my ass. There is nothing tentative or tender about him now, not when his chest is heaving and his breath is as fast as mine, his cock searing hot even through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“You’re the most glorious thing I’ve seen,” Vasiliy growls, palming my breast with one hand as the other rests gently against my shoulder.

He gives me a nudge, guiding me forward so that I’m positioned on all fours. Before I can question his motives, he presses his body against mine. As his lips skate over the back of my neck, a hand snakes around to rub my pussy. I scream, arching into his touch, a pulse of fluid rushing to greet his fingertips.

“I won’t give you what you want,lisichka, not just yet. Not until you tell me what you’re asking for.” He brings his palm down, landing a stinging slap on the cheek of my ass. A tidal wave of emotions threatens to sweep me away.

I gush with arousal, a fresh wave of wetness leaking out onto his fingers. I can’t think—can’t do anything but give in. When he pulls his cock out and enters me in a single forceful thrust, I throw back my head and pant. Fuck. Shivers course through me as pleasure continues to build. So close. I groan, pushing back to meet his hips. And that’s when he pinches the tip of my clit and changes his angle, making me tremble.

My orgasm hits me like a hurricane. I thrash and wail, my inner muscles convulsing around his cock. Deep spasms seem to reach every cell. He pulls away but keeps thrusting, chasing his own release and forcing aftershocks out of me.

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