Page 36 of Stolen Mafia Vows
“Now, stick your finger inside you.” His fingers caress the backs of my knees, and who’d have thought there would be so many nerve endings in that small patch of skin.
I insert my middle finger, my palm caressing my clit, my wrist rubbing the mound.
“This is so fucking beautiful to watch, Emily, it’s killing me right now.”
I slide another finger inside me, working around my walls and rubbing my clit gently, stopping each time the tingling between my legs ramps up a notch.
Eoghan’s hands slide up my thighs. “Do you like me watching you?”
“Yes.” My pussy throbs with the mental image of what Eoghan is seeing right now.
“How does it make you feel?” He drags his tongue along my inner thigh, stopping before he reaches my sex.
“Wet.” My breathing is growing shallow. “I didn’t know that being watched could be so…”
“So exciting?” he suggests. “For my eyes only, though, Emily. You’re mine now, and I don’t share what’s mine.”
I feel my juices gushing between my fingers. “I want to come.”
“No, no, no. Not yet. I’m not ready for you to come.”
I swallow, and stop rubbing, leaving my fingers inside my sex.
“Um, I didn’t tell you to stop.” His teeth nip the flesh at the top of my thigh.
“But…”
Without warning, he spreads my ass cheeks wide and starts sucking my pussy from behind. Sucking hard. So hard, I let out a low animalistic groan because this angle changes everything, gravity pulling me deeper into his mouth.
His lips release me, but his fingers are still firm on my ass. “Do you want me to stop, Emily?”
I’m throbbing like his mouth is still attached to me. My clit is tingling, and I feel my juices oozing out between my fingers.
“No!”
“No, what?”
“No, I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good girl.” His mouth resumes where he left off. “Another finger, Emily,” he pauses long enough to say. “Let me see those fingers working that beautiful pussy.”
I slide a third finger inside me, instinctively lowering my shoulders to get a better angle. His cock bobs towards me, and I can’t resist. Spreading my legs wider, my body folds in half as my lips close around the crown, and I lick his pre-cum from the slit while his tongue is everywhere, and my thumb works on my thrumming clit.
Eoghan lets out a low growl. “Fuck, Emily! Are you close?”
“Yes.” His cock springs free and I chase it with my tongue, sucking on the end to bring it back to me.
“Come for me, mo chroi.”
My teeth clench around his cock as his tongue slides between my palm and my clit, and he pushes a finger into the unknown territory between my ass cheeks.
My brain cells spin like cotton candy. I don’t know what my fingers are doing, because all my senses are centered around Eoghan’s tongue and his finger, and the orgasm that’s slowly erupting like a long-extinct volcano.
I try to pull my mouth away from his cock, but Eoghan somehow manages to thrust it in deeper as my orgasm takes over. My knees buckle. My body shudders and twitches. Eoghan’s mouth is still on my clit, and his finger is still inside me, and I can’t even think about anything else but this…
I barely regain control of my senses before he eases himself out of my mouth and his cock slides out of view behind me. Spinning me around, he guides me away from the window, my legs still trembling from the violence of my orgasm when he tells me to lean over the bed.
One hand on the back of my neck to keep me bent over the mattress, Eoghan enters my pussy from behind, his pelvis slamming against my ass. At this angle, I swear I can feel him hitting the top of my spine and I grip the sheets tightly, burying my face in the comforter.
