Page 21 of Stolen Mafia Vows
“Like a pro.”
Her chuckle impresses my cock too. “Do you massage like a pro?”
“You can let me know when I’m done.”
I go to the bathroom and come back with the oil I use when my muscles are sore, pour some onto my palms and rub them together to warm them up. Then, straddling her legs, I place my hands on her lower back and slide them towards her shoulders either side of her spine.
She lets out a gentle groan. “Oh my God, I could get used to this.”
“You’d better.”
Using my thumbs, I work on the knots in her shoulders, before traveling slowly back down her body towards her perfect ass cheeks. When she has released the tension in her spine and is perfectly relaxed, I straddle her hips and massage her legs. I try to focus on my hands on the backs of her thighs, slowly sweeping inwards and around, but all I can think about is my cock resting between her pale cheeks.
My fingers brush her pussy as I move upwards, and my pulse spikes. “I can’t fucking keep my hands off you, Emily.”
“That’s good,” she murmurs. “Because I don’t want you to.”
“Fuck it.” I raise her hips towards me, spread her legs wide, and lick her pussy from behind, gently, acutely aware of her swollen clit, but unable to resist.
The low drawn-out moan that reaches my ears is all I need. I kiss her ass cheeks, the tender area between them and her sex, carefully licking my way back inside her pussy.
“I could eat you all day, Emily.”
“Are you always this insatiable?” She is already panting.
“Only when it concerns you.”
“I don’t want you to stop, Eo.” She spreads her legs wider. “Please.”
“How can I fucking resist?”
I take it slowly, fucking her from behind, her ass rubbing against my cock while she fists the sheet into tight balls, and I fill her mouth with my tongue.
“Did anyone ever tell you how fuckable you are?” I ask, trailing my tongue to her ear and pinching her nipples withmy arms wrapped around her. “Don’t answer that. Whoever they were, it’s their loss.”
“Did anyone ever tell you how clingy you are?”
“Clingy?” I pull out of her and roll her underneath me, supporting my weight on my elbows, my cock squashed between our abdomens. “You cheeky minx. Just because I find you irresistible.”
Her eyes slant. “How irresistible exactly?”
I slap the mound of her pussy with my rock-solid cock. “Does that answer the question?”
“Hmm… Not sure. Perhaps you could ask my pussy?”
I slide myself back inside her and her walls tighten around me. “Are you trying to push me out, Emily?”
“Never.” She kicks the covers off and wraps her legs around my waist.
I fuck her until she claws my back with her fingernails, then I roll her on top of me, and she rides me while I squeeze her breasts with both hands and fill her up with my cum. Again.
When we finally shower and get dressed, Emily wears one of my polo shirts as a dress; it’s almost midday, so we head downstairs to the kitchen to grab some food.
Gran is immediately on her feet when we enter, her gaze hopping between me and Emily, missing nothing.
“Gran, this is Emily.”
Since my mom died, my gran has been my favorite woman in the entire world. I’ve never heard her raise her voice, but I’ve seen her cow my father without words. I’ve seen her cry at movies, surreptitiously dabbing her eyes with a tissue whenshe thinks that no one is watching. I’ve heard her get angry with politicians when she listens to news reports. I’ve watched her fuss over the horses when one of them is feeling poorly, refusing to leave their side until she knows they’re better.
