Page 101 of Dirty Mafia King
His tongue flickers over my clit, and I jerk in surprise.
“Say it.”
“You don’t eat pussy.”
“You want me to fucking stop?”
I shake my head vigorously.
“That’s what I thought.” He smirks, and my heart stops. But when he lowers his head and plunges his tongue deep inside my slick channel, I die a thousand deaths. His hands bounce my bottom in unison with his thrusts. Every so often, his eyes lift and lock with mine as I greedily watch him pleasuring me.
Ink-black locks curling around his face.
Knowing eyes gauging my eager response.
I’m tempted to fork fingers through his hair and force him closer… “Deeper,” I groan.
He rolls me up as he stands, then sets me to kneel on the bench.
“Part your thighs, you demanding little slut.”
I do.
He turns, lies back, and places his head between my legs.
“Ride my face.”
Oh sweet heaven.
He doesn’t wait, tugging my hips down and my pussy onto his waiting mouth.
“Ahh,” I cry out, shocked and excited. For a man who dislikes oral sex, he’s completely committed.
I lift then lower my body.
He tongue-fucks me like he can’t get enough of me. “Madonna mia, that’s it,” he grunts. I’m close, so close. “Squirt all over my face, little rock star.”
I moan, loving his dirty talk. But then I offer him my own filthy words. “Your tongue belongs in my tiny pussy. Make. Me. Yours.”
And he does. So completely, so thoroughly, I’m suddenly flying across the tallest peak, seconds from shattering.
He grunts. “Madonna mia. I’m harder than fucking steel.” His hand spanks my ass, his confession hitting deep. I did this to him. Despite everything, he wants me.
Punish me. Fuck me. Chain me to his bed. He can have it all, and more.
I come so hard, my body shakes.
“I meant it,” I blubber. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”
He goes rigid beneath me. “What?”
“You can have all my firsts, Bastian.”
He withdraws so quickly, it stuns me. Wide-eyed, I watch him dive and then swim across the pool.
He lifts himself out.
Why, oh why haven’t I learned my lesson. I offer him everything, and he rejects me. No more. My body might want it, but my heart can’t take it.
