Page 83 of My Mafia Queen

I don’t have time to change or clean them if I stain them.

I grab the back of her hair and pull her back. She looks at me with teary eyes from me hitting the back of her throat.

“What?” she murmurs, smiling.

“Hold your hair,” I say, and she curls her hand around her mane while I peel my hand off and slide my pants and boxers down.

I roll my shirt up and hold it while gripping her hair.

“Now finish me,” I say, and she looks at me like I just offered him candy.

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CARMINA

What aremy thoughts about having him in my mouth?

There is something so sexy and filthy about doing it with a man you trust fully and are attracted to.

Having those chemicals in my brain that make me blush, warm me, arouse me, and get me wet for him emboldens me to continue.

What’s made me start this?

Those chemicals, for sure.

He didn’t ask for this, yet we both knew it was coming.

Every time we fucked, I was so close to taking him into my mouth. I was so eager to satisfy my curiosity and find out how it felt.

I knew it wouldn’t be bad, but I was a little unsure about myself.

Seeing him in his seat with his shirt open, a cigarette between his lips, and his pants caressing his bulge spurred naughty thoughts in my head.

I’m glad I went for it.

He surely enjoys it, pressed back into his seat, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

I move my tongue, roll my lips, and stroke him with my hands. Before long, he rolls his hips every time I dip my head.

I love it.

Tasting him stimulates my brain, making me forget we’re on our way to a party or an event.

And that’s the other thing. I thought doing it without much preparation would make me less nervous.

He seemed surprised by my gesture yet didn’t say no to me.

For sure, seeing my lips around his hard-on gives him a ton of pleasure.

His muscular thighs are rock hard when I drag one hand between his legs and stroke his balls.

I’m doing what I think he’d like.

And he likes it a lot.

He gets even harder, and he’s inching closer to the point of no return when I stop abruptly and push upright.

“Wait,” I say, and he stares at me with unfocused eyes.

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