Page 58 of Vows of a Mobster
“So where do you want me?” I asked. I meant for my voice to sound calm, detached, but instead, it came out breathless and needy.
His lips quirked as if he was entertained by the question.
“Where do you want to be, Brianna?” he replied in a challenge. I watched him, unwilling to jump into that trap. It wasn’t as if I had a choice here. “Did you enjoy last night?” he asked in a smooth, rich voice and my pussy, the damn traitor that she was, instantly ached with need.
“Did you?” I answered with the question instead. Damn it, Marissa would kill me if she knew this was enfolding in this manner.
“I did,” he answered, lowering his head and taking my chin between his fingers. His touch was surprisingly gentle. “If I recall correctly,” he murmured inches from my lips, “you asked for my cock.”
A gasp left me, and his mouth lowered on mine. This kiss was soft, demanding, and oh so sexy. My arms wrapped around his nape, my fingers intertwining through his hair. My body pressed against his. The moment I felt his hard shaft, I was a goner.
He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I opened willingly, welcoming him. Moans filled the room and I knew they were mine. All the years of deprivation caught up. I rubbed myself against him shamelessly, needing him, wanting more.
He lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He sat me on the table, the wood cool under my butt. His mouth nipped my earlobe, his stubble pleasantly rubbing against my skin. He started pulling my panties down, and I eagerly helped by lifting myself off the table. I watched him through heavy eyelids, as he pushed them down my legs and tucked them into his suit pocket.
He spread my legs wide, leaving me exposed to him completely.
“Show me how you touched yourself last night,” he murmured. “I want to see it.”
I bit my lip. Shit, we barely got started and I could feel evidence of my arousal trickling down my inner thigh. I reached down between my legs and brushed my finger against my clit and a moan left me.
“What did you think about?” Mateo’s voice groaned into my ear. His hand covered mine, following my movements as I pleasured myself. “Tell me.”
“Your mouth-” my voice was a breathy whisper. I was so turned on; I knew I wouldn’t last long. “Your mouth on my pussy.”
My back arched as his finger entered me. “Ohhhh.” My eyes closed enjoying the sensation he was bringing. I put pressure on my clit and rubbed the nub.
“You like that?”
“Ohhhhh, I’m-” he removed my hand and my eyes shot open. “What-”
“Not yet, Bellissima,” he murmured. His head lowered down between my thighs, his eyes never wavering from mine. And shit, there wasn’t a more erotic sight. He pressed his lips against my pussy and my whole body shuddered at the sensation.
“Mateo,” my voice was needy, begging. His tongue swirled around my clit, shooting pleasure up my spine. My hands grabbed his hair and pushed his face into my pussy. I couldn't believe I lost all control. This wanton woman was foreign to me.
He pushed another finger into me and my back arched, as he ate my pussy. Nothing and nobody mattered as I chased this pleasure he was giving me.
“Ahhhhh, yes. Oh God yes,” I screamed and my body shuddered, pleasure bursting through me, causing white lights behind my eyelids. If I thought last night was an orgasm, it was nothing to this.
He saw me through the last shiver. When he straightened up, our eyes met, his face wet from my juices. He brought his finger to his lips and sucked it clean. And I was ready for another round.
I reached for his pants, uncaring this man should be someone I feared. Right now, he offered promises of pleasure, and I wanted it. I fumbled with his belt, and then the zipper. My hand wrapped around his thick shaft, and Mateo’s head tilted backward, his eyes closing in pleasure.
“Fuck, Brianna,” he groaned. “Do it again.”
I tugged on it, pumping it hard, cum glistening on top of it. I licked my lips, wanting a taste. My pussy ached for him. I just came off an amazing orgasm and I wanted more.
“We’ll take it slow tonight,” he grunted, then grabbed my wrist and pulled it off his cock. “Hold on to the table.”
No sooner did he say that, he pushed inside of me in one forceful move.
“So tight,” he groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head backwards. His mouth came crashing down on mine, all the gentleness gone. And I welcomed it, every fiber of me alive. “You’re mine.”
My legs wrapped around him and he fucked me hard, ruthless.
“Oh my God,” I screamed as I held on to his desk. “More.”
My pussy clenched around his cock, both of us grunting. He pumped in and out, hard. My whole body was on edge, ready to go over the cliff. The room was filled with our grunting, groaning, my moans and screams.
