Page 91 of Demanding Mob Boss

A little gust of air expels from her mouth, her shoulders relaxing infinitesimally.

"I'm going to show you that you are mine and mine alone," I promise her.

Then I lean forward and using my tongue, I bathe every inch of her fleshy mounds, paying particular attention to the skin discolored by bruises. I lift her arms and wash the marks on each one with my tongue as well. She makes a soft sound, like relief, but her body is still rigid, like she's holding herself back from me.

That is not going to happen.

I return to her breasts, kissing and licking them again. Her nipples get hard, flushing with blood. I kiss them and then take the nipple on her tit, that asshole touched, into my mouth. I suckle until she starts making the sounds I love so much, her hips shifting so her pussy rubs up and down my shaft. But every movement is metered, like she can't let go.

This is not enough. She needs to feel me on her skin. Not the bastard that signed his own death warrant when he touched her.

I slide her off my lap and arrange her so she's sitting with her back against the sectional. She doesn't protest like she normally would, but looks up at me in silence.

I stand above her. "Give me your hands."

She lifts them for me and I put them around my cock, my own hands over hers. I slowly start to jack my cock with both our hands. It feels good and I know I'll come soon, but getting off isn't why I'm doing this.

"Those tits are mine," I grind out. "Always. You are mine, every fucking inch of you."

Her pupils dilate and that hazy expression that tells me she's into this as much as I am comes over her lovely face. I increase the pressure of my hands over hers, speeding up our movements until I'm leaking copiously from the head of my cock.

"Taste it," I tell her.

She leans forward without a word and licks my tip over and over again, bringing me right to the verge.

I release her hands, pulling them from my rock hard dick. "Sit back."

For a second, she hesitates, licking her lips, her eyes on my cock.

"We'll do that another time,mo chroí," I promise.

She nods and then sits back against the couch.

I cup her cheek while jacking my cock with my other hand. "I'm going to cover you in my cum and all you will feel is me."

Her lips part but no sound comes out of her mouth.

Ecstasy punches me in the base of my spine and then it explodes out of my cock as my jizz spurts. After the first couple of shots hits her left tit, I aim my cock at her right and paint it with my cum too.

When I have squeezed the last drop of semen out of my dick onto her tits, I rub it in, all over each globe until every bit is absorbed into her beautiful skin.

Anna's body slumps against the sectional, her eyes now completely unfocused, her breathing shallow.

I join her on the couch, pulling her across my legs. Sliding one hand between her thighs, I feel her wet pussy. Silky and soft, it keeps me sporting a semi. "I'm going to lick all over your body now," I tell her. "Bathe you with my tongue."

"Yes."

I lick and kiss every inch of her delectable curves, turning her on her stomach so I can give the same attention to the round globes of her ass as I did her tits. She's so fucking perfect.

Moving a hand around her body, I play with her clit while I kiss and nip along her back. Moaning, she humps against the couch and my hand. When she comes, she cries out. My name. Because she fucking belongs to me.

I come again, this time coating the small of her back and top of her ass cheeks with my seed. I rub it in again because that feels right. She smells like me. Like sex with me. Like us.

We lay together like that for long minutes. Finally I think my legs will hold me up if I stand and I pick her up. I carry her into the bathroom, but when I step toward the shower, she puts her hand on my chest and shakes her head.

"No. I don't want to wash you off."

"Okay."

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