Page 73 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
“Show me.”
If she was pink a second ago, her skin’s flushed red now. Shaking, she holds up two fingers. Just as I suspected … fucking drenched. It takes all my willpower not to flip her onto all fours and fuck her into the floor. Except the bargain was made by a greedy motherfucker. This is aboutmypleasure.
She places her hands behind her back, anticipating the order. Eager to please me? Or is she challenging me?
“Did I say to move?” I scowl. “What if my next direction was to lick the come off your soaking wet fingers?”
Her lips part with a gasp.
I clench my dick. “Beg for it.”
“Please.”
“No, say Alessandro, please.”
“What?” Her entire body goes rigid. “I thought it was a dirty dream augmented by reality. How could you? Say Alessandro please? That was you in the shower?”
Fucking hell. She dares go there? Poke a finger into a festering wound? My shitty judgement, my pitiful desire to get off on her one last time?
“I was drugged. How could you?”
Anger reverberates through me. “How could you?”
Everything stands still.
She shakes her head and stares at the floor. “You still believe I’m lying.”
“For your sake”—I give her this much—“you better hope you’re not.”
Her tearstained eyes rise to lock on mine. “I’ll prove it to you.”
I harden the itch to give in. “Won’t hold my breath … but you can start by holding yours.” I tug the belt, driving my words home.
She chokes in the little air I allow her but manages to beg me so prettily. “Alessandro, please.”
“I’m shoving the entire length down your little throat. And when I shoot my load, you gobble every last drop down that narrow passage. Capisci?” Her nods cut off when I push my thick crown between her lips.
Her tongue curls beneath my underside and elicits my hiss, before she sucks me in like a goddamn lollipop.
Jesus, her mouth. Her sweet, fuckable mouth.
I tug the belt, and she falls on my dick, getting an unexpected mouthful. It doesn’t stop me from viciously thrusting forward until my pelvis is smashed against her face.
She gags and gurgles.
Her throat is perfect, so fucking perfect.
I still. “I own you, capisci? Nod if you hear me?”
Her head nods.
“Remember to use your nose.” With that warning, my ruthless assault begins. I flex my hips and push deep, tightening the belt further, testing her limits.
She struggles and I relent for a moment. Loving her shocked expression as she pants in huge gasps of air.
“Enough. Take my dick like a good girl.”
She actually tries, bobbing her head and widening her mouth. I cruelly tighten the belt and let loose, quickening the tempo while the rush I’m after grips me by the throat.
