Page 54 of Vows of a Mobster
“I’m still wearing what I left you in,” I told her. “I had some work to do.”
“That’s ok,” she muttered sleepily. “It’s pretty sexy.”
“Brianna?”
“Hmmm.”
“Touch yourself for me,” My voice was hoarse. Imagining her touch herself made my cock push against the fly of the zipper, wanting free.
“Okay,” she said softly, in a moan. “You do the same then.”
Fuck, I wouldn’t make it till tomorrow night to have her in my bed.
A gasp left her. “Tell me how it feels, Brianna.”
“Ahhhh, so good,” her breathing got heavier. “I want more.”
“I’ll give you more,” I promised her. “Imagine my mouth on your pussy, eating you out.”
A small whimper left her. “Mateo,” she moaned my name and it felt right hearing it coming from her lips. “Are you touching yourself?”
“You want me to?” Fuck, where was the ruthless man I was known to be. If I wanted to, I could have any woman run to me tonight and suck me off. But I didn’t want any of them. I only wanted Brianna.
“Yes, I want to hear you come,” she moaned her demand and I unzipped my pants, taking my cock into my fist.
A grunt left my lips, imagining Brianna’s soft hand around my cock.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “I want to suck you off.”
I fisted my cock hard, imagining her mouth around my cock. “Fuck, Brianna,” I spat, breathing heavy. I was losing my mind for this woman and I haven’t even touched her yet.
“Ahhhh,” she moaned into the phone. “Oh, God, Mateo,” she panted.
“That’s right, baby,” I urged her. “Imagine me rubbing your clit. I’m pushing my fingers into your wet pussy. Are you wet for me, Bellissima?”
“Yes,” her breathing was hard. “God, it’s so good. Ahhhh, yes. Yes!”
I could hear the shuffling of her sheets, imaging her trashing against the sheets, her body sensitive.
“Mateo, please,” she begged with a moan. “Are you coming? I want to come.”
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned. If only her moans could make me spill, how explosive will the real thing be? “I’m coming.”
“Yes, come with me,” she panted. “Fuck me hard, Mateo. I want your cock inside me.”
I fisted my cock hard, cum spilling off the tip and I knew I was close.
“You are mine, Brianna,” I rasped into the phone, fisting myself harder, up and down. “Nobody touches you.”
“Yes, yours,” her usually soft voice pitched higher, her grunting matching mine. “Ohhhh, God. Mateo, yes, yes, yes.”
“Fuck,” I grunted heavy into the phone, spilling all over my hands. “Fuck, yes!”
I could hear her hard breathing and small whimpering moans, my name on her lips. I wanted to see her when she orgasmed. I wanted my hands to bring her to those heights. A small satisfied sigh echoed through the line.
“Brianna,” I called out to her.
“Yes,” she answered, her voice still slightly breathless.
