Page 139 of Dirty Mafia King
With a sweep of a forearm, he clears the countertop, then lifts and sets me on it to face him.
His gaze is intense, and focused on me.
“Show me.”
I part my thighs.
“Poor little baby got good and fucked.”
His grin is positively wicked. He loves being my first, doesn’t he?
My heart skips a beat.
He shuffles his stool forward and settles onto it. Without warning, he shoves his face between my thighs and licks my swollen sex.
I weave my fingers through his hair.
“Don’t pass out,” he warns, just as the room begins to swim.
His arms hook around the back of my knees, and I’m dragged forward. His tongue thrusts deep. It’s too much.
“Bastian. Oh, God. Yes.”
He slides a wet finger into my back entrance as my orgasm hits.
“Ahh,” I cry out, sensation upon sensation stealing my breath away.
He inserts the plug while I’m basking in the afterglow.
I grunt. “I feel full.”
“Not as full as you’re going to feel.” His eyes shimmer. “One day, Alessia, I’ll fuck that sweet pussy while you’re all plugged up. Make you suck on a goddamn lollipop while I do it, too.”
Warmth spreads through me.
“You’re perfect in every fucking way.”
“I am?”I want to ask, but a yawn escapes my lips instead.
He kisses my forehead. “Come on, baby. Let’s get some sleep.”
I fall asleep in his arms.
But not before he murmurs, “What the hell am I going to do now?”
* * *
My first act the next morning is to examine the plug in the bathroom mirror. It’s firmly in place, not uncomfortable yet noticeable. As are his initials, sparkling like diamonds on the decorative knob.
I return to my room and dress before heading for the kitchen to make pancakes with homemade peach preserves.
I’m almost to the kitchen when Freido says my name.
“Alessia’s too young,” he comments.
I clasp my hands, my worries returning front and center.
“Trust me,” Bastian replies. “I know what too young is.”
