Page 117 of Vows of a Mobster
“He demanded I call,” I continued in a low voice, taking his vest off next. “So I did, but I was slightly tipsy.”
“Slightly?”
“Yes, tipsy and turned on.”
My fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, one by one. His chest was magnificent. I didn’t give a shit how old he was, I loved his body. I loved how he felt inside me, his hands on me. I wanted to taste every inch of him.
“You want to know something?” I rasped, nudging him backwards till he sat in the chair.
“What?”
I pushed myself in between his thighs. His eyes were hungry on me, and it only ignited the heat burning inside of me.
“I’ve never given a blow job,” I murmured, lowering myself onto my knees. My fingers fumbled with his pants’ buckle. “Can I try it with you?” His growl had me raising my eyes.
“Fuck, Brianna.” He took over unbuckling his pants, his movements eager. I had to bite my lip not to grin. My ruthless, mobster lover, eager like a teenage boy. Although to be fair, so was I. He worked his belt open quickly, pulling his zipper down. I licked my lips, the heat spreading across my body and a pulsing ache between my thighs.
Reaching for his cock, I wrapped my hand around it. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” I murmured, our gazes locked. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his thickness.
His hiss hit my ears and I raised my eyes to meet his gaze.
“Don’t stop, amore,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to cup my head. I smiled at his endearment, wishing I was the love of his life. Because he might have already become the love of mine.
Forty-Two
Mateo
Brianna on her knees brought me to mine. My eyes never wavered from her small form, kneeling between my wide spread thighs. My fingers gripped her dark hair, my restraint and control around this woman non-existent.
Her small hands rested on both my thighs, her fingers fisting my pants. She took all of me into her pretty mouth, and I had to hold back not to ram into her, eager for her warmth. Her deep, brown eyes lifted to mine, the desire in them matched what I felt for her.
Knowing I was her first blowjob and seeing her mouth around my cock was the most erotic sight. Ever. Her tongue brushed the tip of my shaft and my eyes just about rolled into the back of my head.
“Fuck,” I moaned. She has barely started and I was lost to her already. Her lips worked around the tip and licked down my cock. If she hadn’t told me this was her first time, I’d have sworn she did this a million times before.
“Yes, amore. Just like that.” My voice was hoarse. At my praise, I pushed more of my cock into her little mouth. This woman was made for me. Her body fit against mine perfectly, her mouth was mine to devour. Nobody else would ever do it for me.
Her desire clouded gaze locked with mine, and she sucked harder, taking me deep down her throat. She was enjoying this as much as I was. Her little moans vibrated right through me.
“Fuck,” I growled and she paused, hesitancy in her eyes. “Don’t stop,” I demanded, and my hips thrust up. She swallowed me even deeper, while her cheeks flushed a deeper shade. I marveled at this beautiful young woman. Her fate was sealed and forever tied to me. I refused to live the rest of my life without her light, without her soft voice, or without her touch. She was mine forever.
My fingers wrapped around a fistful of her thick curls. Her hand reached for my hand that gripped her head and I thought she’d remove it. Instead, she covered my big hand and urged me. She wanted me to show her. She let me guide her as I thrusted in and out that beautiful mouth of hers while her deep brown eyes sparkled with warmth.
Fuck, I can even convince myself there is love in them the way she looks at me.
I kept pumping into her mouth, her moans louder with each thrust.
“Touch yourself, amore,” I growled. She didn’t even hesitate, her hand slipping between her legs. Her eyes fluttered shut, a bliss on her face as she worked herself. I was jealous of her fingers; I wanted to be the only one to ever give her pleasure. My grip tightened in her hair, I might have been too rough but I was past the point of any self-control. This woman wiped away all my restraint, made me savage and hungry for her.
I took her mouth hard, each thrust more aggressive, my hand guiding her head. It only took five more fast pumps before my cock twitched, and I came hard down her throat. Her eyes opened and she watched me through her heavy lids, moaning through my release, sucking me off clean while she kept working herself.
Watching her like that, my ruthless possessiveness over her kept growing. I knew I’d never let her walk away from me.
“Mateo,” her voice was a moan. She licked the last of my cum off her lips. “I need your hands on me. I can’t get off without you.”
And just like that, I was hard again. Whether she knew it or not, she had claimed me and I had claimed her. I took her head between my hands.
I leaned forward; our eyes locked as I claimed her with a growl, “You are mine forever.”
