Page 118 of Dirty Mafia King
Her eyes widen.
“Regretfully, I’m not going to fuck you, and watch you come in pleasure and pain.” I scowl and resume my position. Fighting the sudden urge to do exactly what I said I wouldn’t do.
Take her mouth,my thoughts whisper.Flood her throat with your seed, call it a day, and hope it’s enough.
I snap the flogger and don’t hold back, strike after strike, decorating her ass with fine red lines. A time or two, the little flogger-loving minx lifts to meet my strokes.
By the time I’m done, her ass is tender and pink, her stockings shredded, and my blood pounding.
“Flip over, spin around, and arch your spine over the hump.”
I almost lose it when she repositions her body, clamped breasts swaying in the air, head rolled back, and eyes shining brightly.
“You enjoyed that,” I state.
“I loved it. Your grunts, and my surrender.”
White noise fills the room, yet all I see is red.
I unbutton my pants. “Lay your head back and breathe through your nose.”
Her lips part in a gasp as she catches sight of my raging bull.
“Open.”
She hesitates.
“Do it. I feed every inch into your virgin throat, and you’re going to struggle. Better prepare yourself because, at this angle, I’m going in deep.”
Her body hums with energy.
My lips twist. Yeah, she’s as bent as I am.
She opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue.
If I weren’t so fucking randy and ready to unleash, it’d be comical.
I step forward, lift her head in my hands, and position her exactly how I need her, then shove in.
She gags.
I allow a few seconds for her to adjust to breathing through the nose. “Feels fucking amazing,” I groan, and she stops struggling, her panic settling. “You like my cock in your mouth?”
Her head shakes.
“Ready for more?”
Another slight tremble.
I soften my hold on her yet don’t release her. “Go on. Swallow my bull.”
She rocks her head, and I hiss. Madonna mia, this feels good. I arch forward, pushing deeper.
And she takes it like a goddamn pro.
It’s when she opens her mouth, snaps her head back even further, and takes me home, I realize I’m royally fucked.
I grunt as we move together. Every suck, every thrust, growing more and more aggressive until I don’t know which way is up. I start babbling, which increases our frenzy.
