Page 47 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?

He clasps my wrist, pulling me down until I’m straddling his hips. His mouth latches on my left nipple, licking and sucking while his hand claims the right one. No one has ever touched them and it’s a little strange at first, but soon enough it starts feeling good. I burrow my nose in his hair, breathing him in as I stifle a moan.Sweat, mountains and a hint of lilies.

I’m about to tease him, when he shoves his other hand in my pants and grabs my cock. My eyes roll back, sparks dancing along the peaks of my spine. He squeezes and starts pumping in rough but deliberate strokes, his hips bucking as mine do the same.

“Fuck. Your dick is so hot and hard,” he says in slight wonder, scrambling to find my mouth.

It takes me a few heartbeats of trying to keep up with his greedy kiss to realize what his tone could be implying. I clasp his neck and break the kiss, a string of saliva between us gleaming in the low light. “Have you… done it with a man?”

His eyes intensify, potent in their seduction as he drinks in my face. “No. I didn’t even know I was into men before I met you.”

Satisfaction blooms inside me. His confession almost undoes me. I feel like I’m about to implode, to go crazy. I will be his first man like he will be mine. He couldn’t be more perfect.

“Me, too,” I barely scrape together as the need within me takes over.

Ravenous, I go for his mouth again.He’s mine.My hands find his shorts and pull on the hem. I need him out of them and fast. I need to feel him skin-to-skin. He yelps as I attack him with my tongue and hands, tipping us over. We fall side to side, somehow managing to lose our pants in the process. I reach for his dick immediately. He howls into the kiss, and I don’t know exactly what happens next, but I lose control of everything.

He shoves his tongue in my mouth, his hands everywhere as he rolls me over and positions himself on top of me. He clasps my waist and shoulder, pressing his chest to mine. I moan, the sensation of his damp skin against mine heavenly. Next, he slips between my legs, bringing our dicks together. He spreads precum with his hand, then starts pumping, thrusting with his hips at the same time.

I gasp, every glide sending bolts of lightning through my insides. He’s big and thick and hot. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, heightening my arousal. Finally, I can feel him. I’ve been fantasizing about it, but it’s ten times better. A hundred times more intense. And the noises he makes, the way his tongue chases mine and can’t get enough, is mind-blowing.

And still, I want more.

Snaking a hand between us, I wrap my fingers around his cock, skewing his thrusts and preventing him from gliding it along mine. It’s slick and hot, the foreskin pulled back to expose the head. I can’t see it from here, but that can wait, because there is something I want more right now.

“Leo,” I mutter in between kissing. “Need to come.”

He slows down the kiss, but doesn’t stop it. “I want to rub against your ass.”

My head spins, heat flooding my stomach. My hole twitches. I want to feel his hard dick against my ass while he jerks me off.As he makes me come.

I grab the side of his ass cheek, digging my fingers as I squeeze.

“You want that, too?” he mutters, sounding even sexier.

I nod, not breaking eye contact.

He kisses my chin, then my lips, hovering above me. “Yeah? You want to feel my hard cock pressing against you when I make you come with my hand?”

Fuck. Why is this brat so sexy? I’ll come just from the filth he’s saying.

I nod again, arching off the bed as he squeezes my cock.

“Chai,” he drawls, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. “I wanna hear you say it.” He leans in, grazing his teeth along the curve of my ear. “Like you did in my fantasy when I masturbated thinking about you.”

My heart tries to jump out of my chest. I stare at him, trembling and shivering and needing to come even more. Has he also been fantasizing about having sex with me? Granted, it probably didn’t involve samurai and feudal Japan.

“Fuck. The face you are making now is unfair,” he says, the strain to keep himself under control palpable in his voice.

I can’t take this anymore. He’s too much. Too perfect, ticking checkboxes I didn’t even know I had.

“Leo,” I say, summoning the most authoritative voice I can manage. “Make me come.”

He smiles and turns me on my stomach with one fluid motion. Positioning himself behind me, he pulls me to my knees and slides his big cock along the crease of my ass while his hand finds my rigid dick. He gives it a few slow strokes, but picks up speed when I let out a whiny noise and start moving my ass to match his glides.

Goosebumps crawl all over me, my senses heightened. The tip of his cock catches onto my hole every now and then, teasing with pressure and precum. His free hand caresses my balls and the added pleasure snaps something inside me, unleashing another wave of tingling heat.

Three more passes over my hole and a slightly rougher stroke as his fingers curl around me tighter, and I spill, crying out as stars fill my vision. He pumps me through my orgasm, letting go only when I collapse to the sheets. I am half-aware as he jerks himself off above me, panting and muttering my name as my hazy brain tries to function again.

With a strangled moan, Leo comes shortly after, burying his face at the small of my back as a hum of contentment and bliss settles across me.

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