Page 65 of Mafia Kings: Dario

Of lettingil Mostrodo this to me –

And me wanting him to do more.

His fingers got all the way to the top of my legs… and then paused.

I stared into his dark eyes and felt like I was drowning.

I wanted to screamStop! –

…but another voice inside me whispered,Keep going… PLEASE keep going…

It was the whisper that he listened to.

His finger touched the hairs on my sex, tickling me, stroking me –

And then suddenly the tip of his finger found wet, bare skin.

I gasped.

He glided slowly along my lips until he reached the top…

Where his finger found a swollen pearl of desire.

He began to slowly circle it…

The gentlest of touches…

And I began to moan.

I had never feltanythinglike this before.

No one had ever touched me there –

And I hadcertainlynever done anything like this myself.

It was sinful pleasure –

Lust and desire and all the things I had been warned about forever –

And Ilovedit.

But I tried to resist…

I truly did.

“Stop,” I whispered as his fingertip slowly caressed me down there.

“No,” he growled softly into my ear.

He began to circle me with slightly more pressure…

And the pleasure inside me doubled.

“Oh please… stop,” I moaned.

His lips brushed against my ear. I shivered as he whispered, “No.”

His finger began to stroke up and down.

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