Page 68 of Mafia Captor

She’s cute,all little and covered in chocolate, a smear across one of her bare breasts. She cautiously climbs onto the tabletop, painfully aware of the chocolate trail she’s making on the floor. I know she despises a mess. And this is about to get all kinds of filthy. Choosing such a dirty way to fuck is another layer of my plan to take her out of control, to break open the freak shell and free my Ashe.

Forget about her comfort zone, she’s a good million miles away from it right now. She eases herself back onto the table. Still sitting up, she rests her weight on her palms behind her. She closes her legs, crossing her ankles, like a lady. She folds her hands in her lap, starts as they land in a pile of icing, then delicately moves them to her side.

She gives a shuddering breath, peering up at me. “Are you totally sure about this? I mean, it seems a little crazy.”

“You know I’m crazy, girl. It’s time for you to get a little crazy too.” I slide my hands over her trembling knees. “Now lay back and part those sweet thighs for daddy.”

She lays back with a moan. “I’ve told you I’msonot going to call you that.”

We’ll see if she changes her mind when I’ve got my cock in her ass. I grab her hip, rolling her to the side so I can smack her gorgeous ass.

“Ow!” She pops back up. “What was that for?”

“Just reminding you who’s in charge in this room. Now lay back down.”

She gives me a saucy little look but obeys, lying back down on the table. Her knees are bent, her calves hanging over the edge of the table. She throws an arm over her eyes like she can’t bear the humiliation.

Never mind that. A few licks of my tongue and she’ll be grabbing my hair in her hands, begging me for more.

“Shame to waste the rest of the cake,” I say. I bend down, finding an untouched spot on the side of the two-layer chocolate cake. I take a small piece, bringing it over to her. “Open your mouth.”

Her arm flies from her face, her eyes widening. She parts her lips. I slip the cake onto her pink tongue. She chews daintily.

“Lick my fingers clean.” Shame blooms rosy on her cheeks. She swallows the bite, then licks the icing from my fingers with her warm tongue. She wraps her lips around my finger, her eyes catching mine as she sucks off the last of the chocolate.

My cock is fucking throbbing. “There’s my dirty girl. There’s my Ashe.”

I part her thighs, revealing her chocolate-covered everything. I want to taste her, I want to make her come, but I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold off from taking her ass. She turns me on so damn much. The sight of her covered in my cake, the thought of being the first to explore her ass almost makes me come right where I stand.

I bend over, slowly lapping the rich icing from her clit. “Does that feel good, baby?”

She bends up, looking at me. “How can you still look that darn handsome with a beard of chocolate on your face?”

“I’m going to eat your asshole while I’m wearing this beard.” I dive back down into her, burying my face between her ass cheeks. I wrap my hands behind her knees, lifting so I can better access her asshole.

She whimpers, wriggling her hips to try and get away from me, at the same time, thrusting her hips toward me to get more. I lick her icing-covered asshole, slipping the tip of my tongue inside.

A shame-filled whine rises in her. The sound makes my cock throb. I love pushing her out of her comfort zone. I’m sure before me she had a hard and fast rule that no man was ever going to touch her here.

Fuck her rules.

She covers her face with her hands. “Oh my God. I can’t believe you’re doing that right now.”

Never heard her say “God” before, either. I must really be throwing her over the edge. Maybe one day I’ll even get her to cuss.

I slip two fingers into her, pushing to fill her as I lick back up to her clit. I suck on her swollen bud, working up a rhythm, pumping those fingers as I eat my chocolate-covered wifey-to-be. I love being in control, taking her out of control like this. She’s moaning, her thighs locking around me.

I take her just to the edge. I don’t want her to come but I want her all worked up. I want her climax to come when I take her in the ass. I want her all built up, I want that orgasm to rock her world.

I pull away from her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Time for me to take you in your ass, baby.”

She watches, wide-eyed and panting, wanting to come, fearful of my cock in her ass.

Gently, I clean her with a rag I stowed away in my pocket. I lather my cock with the lube I had in my other pocket, smearing a generous amount on her asshole. I leave her on her back, wrapping my hands around the backs of her thighs, lifting her legs. I push the head of my cock against her tight ring of muscles. She moans at the feeling of me pushing against her. With a little effort, I get the tip of my cock inside her ass.

She gives a little gasp as I enter her tight hole. “I’m scared,” she says.

“Don’t be, baby. I’ve got you. I’m going to make it feel good.” I knead her breast, chocolate icing smearing all over her skin. Her hole locks down around the head of my cock. “Fuck, that feels good. I’m going to take every inch of this beautiful ass then fill it with my cum.”

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