Page 35 of Dirty Mafia King
But I’m not done. I crook my middle finger of my other hand and then, locking eyes with his, dip it into my channel.
“See?” I cock my head. “I can barely take a finger.”
His eyes darken an impossible shade of blue, and his gaze immediately drops.
Time stands still.
“How far?”
“Never more than half an inch. When I play with myself, I touch my clit.”
It’s embarrassing offering up something so personal. But trust goes two ways. Mine, in exchange for his.
I reach out, palm up. “Give me your hand.”
His head snaps up.
“But promise me you’ll leave me intact.”
His expression’s blank, and I can’t get a read. But then he places his hand in mine.
I tug and wheel him in closer.
“Madonna mia. Look at this sweet little pussy.” He brushes my hands aside. “Weeping with need.”
My body wants what it wants, despite the risk. And right now, it wants his finger.
“Ever let a man lick your pussy?”
I gasp. “No.”
“Play with it?” His whiskey-laced tone has returned. He likes this, doesn’t he?
“Answer me.”
I shake my head.
“Spank it with his palm?”
“Never.” My voice drops.Just you in my dreams.
If I couldn’t read his expression before, I can now. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust emanates from him. Like he’s half a second from fulfilling all my erotic fantasies. Like he’s hell-bent on breaking me in, on ruining me.
He surges from his chair so fast it falls over. Coming in close, he touches his middle finger to my mouth.
“You want to play, little girl? Let’s play. Suck.”
I draw his digit in and do as he demands. Watching him watch me. Loving his power he over me.
“This is what’s going to happen. I’m going to stuff my fat finger into your tight channel, and you’re going to take it like a good girl. And if you’re really good, I’m going to finger-fuck you until you scream my name. Capisci?”
I nod, and choke on his digit. My eyes water.
“Never suck cock before?”
I don’t respond, don’t risk choking again.
“You’ve got me rock hard, you filthy little virgin. If I could defile you, I’d start with your mouth. I bet you’d get off on how deep you take me. I’d shoot a load down your throat that you’d taste for weeks.”
