Page 17 of Mafia Captor

I could have gone kinky or crazy with the room, but she’s a classy gal. The kind of girl that wants to be taken to the edge but won’t jump off with you until she trusts you. I respect that.

Still going to fuck the hell out of her.

I carry her over to my sofa, laying her down on her back and breaking our kiss to see what she looks like lying there. The candlelight brightens the sparkle of excitement that dances in her pretty eyes.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” Her anxiety eases as she gazes around the room. “It’s gorgeous. I love all the candles.”

“Look over there.” I nod toward the one thing she’s not yet noticed. I had a huge mirror moved to the room for tonight. It’s six feet wide, seven feet tall, and leans up against the wall across from the sofa. The candles reflect back, doubling the soft, glowing light in the room.

The ornate silver frame of the mirror resembles a picture frame, surrounding the sexy young couple reflected back like a painting frozen in a moment of time. The two of us are a study in contrast, me in black kneeling beside her, her in the pink gown, her curvy body stretched out over the leather sofa, gazing at my face. It’s my favorite moment—when tension hovers in the air between two people who know they’re about to fuck.

We stare at one another in the mirror, watching as I move my hand over her belly, up to her breasts, cupping and fondling her soft curves. An arm stretches lazily over her head, resting on the arm of the couch behind her. She gives a sigh as I finger her nipple through her dress. Her eyes stay on the mirror, fixated on me. I turn away from the reflection, taking in her breasts as I push the silky fabric down, revealing her bra-less beauty. Her breasts are full, her nipples gorgeous. I dip down, taking a pretty pink bud in my mouth. She sighs with satisfaction as I suck on it.

I could stay here all night tasting her breasts, but I only have this one night with her and there is much more I want to do. I kiss my way up her neck, nipping at her skin.

I whisper words hot against her ear. “I want to taste your pussy. Lick it with my tongue until you come. Would you like that?” I go back to biting and kissing her neck, waiting for her answer.

“Oh my gosh… I—I don’t even know you! I never kiss on the first date… oh God, that feels good...” Her hands run through my hair as she continues to run through her rules. I keep kissing. “And I certainly don’t go to third base on a first date, not that this is even a date…” I slip my fingers below her waist, sliding them over her silk-covered pussy. “Oh wow. That feels… Okay, I guess you could have a little taste, but there will not be any sex. I am a hundred percent not going to break that rule—”

Her words choke off as I push her dress up around her waist. I moan as I see her pussy, encased in a tiny pink thong, strings digging into the tops of her hips. I explore her pussy, running a finger over her panties. She gives a little moan, moving her hips. My invitation to taste her.

But I want to hear her beg.

“Tell me how much you want it.” I tease her pussy, pushing my finger against her panties, fingering her clit. “Make me put my mouth on you.”

“That’s filthy. I don’t talk like that,” she says with the barest hint of a smile on her face.

“Tell your rulebook to fuck off. Just for one night. Do what you want to do, not what you think you should do.” My fingers creep along the bands of her panties, ready to tug them down over her hips. “Ask me to taste you.”

Her shy gaze finds mine. Her mouth opens but the words don’t come. I inch down the thin waistband. Waiting. Finally, her words come, tiny and timid. “Please, put your mouth on me.”

“Such a good girl.” I don’t want to push her too far. I slowly lower her panties, dragging them down her shapely legs to her ankles. I leave them, focusing on her strappy sandals. I undo the buckle of one, slipping the shoe from her foot. Her toes are painted a pretty pink to match her dress. I hold her soft foot in my hand, bending down to suck on her toes.

“Wait! What are you doing?” She shoots up, bending at the waist to sit up and stop me.

I move closer to her big toe. “Sucking on these pretty little toes of yours.”

“Um… no, you’re not.”

“Just wait and see how it feels. You’ll feel it all the way up in your pussy. Trust me. Now be a good girl and lie back down.”

She lies back, hiding her face in her hands. I take her toe in my mouth, sucking till she forgets her shame. I rub her ankle and foot as I kiss her toe.

She gives a kitten-like mew. I remove her other shoe. Slip her panties from her ankles. She’s too distracted to notice me slide them into my pocket. A keepsake to remember this night.

I kiss my way up the inside of her leg, drawing closer to the promised land. I grab her soft thighs, spreading them. The sweet scent of her pussy reaches me, my cock throbbing at the sight of her bareness. Her clit waits for my mouth. I glance up at her, getting off on the look of timidness on her face.

I dive down, feasting on her pink folds, teasingly circling her clit, then swipe my tongue directly over her swelling bud. She cries out, grabbing at the ends of my hair as I murmur against her pussy while I kiss and lick. Her thighs press into my cheeks. She’s already so close…

I was going to let her come. I decide not to.

I rip my face away from her pussy, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her eyelids drag open, blinking as she comes to. “Huh? What are you doing?”

I put my hands on her thighs, locking eyes with her. “This has been sweet. Really nice. But maybe it’s been too nice. Too sweet.”

“What do you mean? It’s been lovely.” Begging creeps into her tone. “I’ve loved it. Keep going?”

“I’m going to keep going. But not like this.”

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