Page 118 of Vows of a Mobster
There was no fear in her soft, soulful eyes, only a haze of desire. I took her hand from between her thighs, and brought her slick finger to my mouth, suckling on it.
“Tell me, Brianna,” I murmured, licking her fingers clean. “You’ll give me forever.”
A flash of fear entered her eyes, but it was gone so fast, I couldn’t swear to it. Anyone else, I read like an open book. But not this young woman. It was like she spent all her life hiding her emotions. There was part of her she gave out freely and openly, but there was a small side of her she kept tightly closed in.
“Tell me,” I demanded, my grip on her wrist tightening. In all my life, I have never felt fear but with her it was constantly lurking. Fear of losing her. I was finally starting to understand the dynamic between my parents. It turned out, I had at least something in common with my mother. Her obsession with my father and her need for his love. Those same needs now resided in me, they kept growing with each passing day. It wouldn’t be enough to have Brianna faithful, I wanted her love. If she gave me time, we would have love.
I took her mouth into a hard and possessive kiss, and her arms wrapped around my neck; her body pressing into me. Her softness complemented my roughness as we kissed feverishly. She was what I had craved all my life. Although I wasn’t looking for love and never wanted it; I refused to lose it now. She was my love.
I bit her lower lip gently, waiting for her words.
“I’m yours.” Her voice was soft, a slight tremble to it. She’d keep her word. There was no doubt in my mind. It would be a beginning, till I earned her love. And there was nothing more important to me.
My hands wrapped around her tiny waist and lifted her off her knees, carrying her to the bed. I pulled her dress over her head, leaving her only in her lacy white panties and a matching bra. It was a reminder of her innocence, her contrast to my darkness and ruthlessness. But I didn’t give a fuck. I would kill anyone that touched her or tried to take her away from me.
“Mio amore,” I murmured softly. She blushed; which told me she understood my words in Italian.
My finger lightly traced the outline of her soft lips, parting them. Her tongue brushed against it, and my cock was ready for her pussy. She made me crazed with lust. I wanted to imprint on her, so she knew who she belonged to. So the world knew who she belonged to. I didn’t give a fuck that she was half my age. I didn’t care that she had no place in my ruthless world. It was cruel to pull her and her daughter into it. But I’d protect her from the whole world if I had to. As long as she stayed by my side.
I slowly trailed my finger over her soft skin, from her neck, over her breast, ribs, flat stomach to her panties. I pulled them to the side, and my finger found her soaking wet. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her body responding in shivers, as my finger slid inside her. A moan sounded in the room and it was the sweetest melody. I realized that her songEyes Closedwas still playing, and must be on repeat. She would not be thinking about anyone else while I touched her, while I fucked her.
“Open your eyes,” I growled my demand. Her eyes flashed to meet my gaze. “Who do you think about when I touch you?”
Fuck, I already started to sound like a jealous man.
Her hand reached out, her warm palm meeting my cheek. “Only you,” she murmured and I saw the truth in her eyes.
There was a blazing desire in her deep gaze, confirmation in her words. But I wanted to hear her words of love. How in the hell did this happen to me?
“Mateo, please, I ache for you,” she pleaded, arching her body into my touch.
She was fucking perfect. I pushed my finger into her, her legs parting for me. I watched her eyes become heavy, and her teeth bite at her lower lip. I was dying to taste her. I worked my finger in and out of her and watched her facial expression turn euphoric as her moans became louder. The expression on her face reminded me of the first time I saw her, my ballerina dancing on the stage.
She was slick with desire, putty under my touch. Her scent, her moans ignited this obsession that blazed through my veins, this need to possess her. I pulled my finger out of her wet pussy and a protesting whimper left her lips. I ripped her bra and panties off.
I drowned in her gaze… softness, yearning and burning desire mixed together for me.
“You are beautiful, amore.” It was true, there was beauty in every inch of her, inside and out.
“So are you,” she stammered out, jerking her hips into my touch. “Please, Mateo. Don’t make me wait.”
I took her nipple into my mouth, my teeth grazing the sensitive bud.
“Please,” she begged with a moan. I would give her everything. Her fingers pulled through my hair, her nails scraping at my scalp. I was hers. I bit her nipples and her body arched off the bed, pushing herself against me. “More. Harder.”
I grinned against her soft skin, her breast striving for my touch. My little eager woman.
I turned my attention to her other nipple and bit harder. “Ohhhh.”
Her response to me would make me spill too soon. You’d think I’d last longer since she just gave me the most amazing blowjob and here, I was like an eager boy, ready to burst.
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Brianna
My body is on fire. I burn with each touch Mateo gives me.
My fingers held onto his dark head for a dear life. Each graze of his teeth shot pleasure through my body, causing a shiver. When he bit my nipple hard, and then sucked it gently, the pain and pleasure made my brain hazy. My body was on the brink of an orgasm and he hadn’t even entered me yet. This sensation would be something I’d chase for the rest of my life, but I knew only this man could give it to me.
