Owned (Dellucci Mafia Duet)

I take him deeper and deeper, licking and sucking his cock until pre-cum begins to drip out, leaving a salty taste on my tongue. His hands find their way to my head, pushing down farther and farther, taking control of the motions.

“Yes, that’s it, Kitten,” he groans.

After taking one second to breathe, I say, “I like it when you talk dirty to me.”

He raises a brow as I circle around his cock. “Do you now?” A smirk forms on his lips as he grabs a fistful of my hair and tilts my head back, forcing me to look at him. “Lick me like you mean it then.”

And he shoves me back onto his dick with no remorse, like only a true mobster would, pulling me over his head like he’s jerking himself off on my mouth. And I love every second of it. That’s how depraved I am. How filthy I’ve gotten since he took me in and made me his.

And when he grabs my face with both hands and plunges in deep, my pussy clenches with desire.

“That’s right. Take it deep like the filthy slut you are,” he says through gritted teeth. “Choke on my fucking cock.”

I normally never used to like it when men called me names.

But when he says it, it has a different ring to it.

Like I’m not just any kind of girl he can fuck.

I’m not just any slut … I am his slut and only for him.

So I let him fuck my face because I like how it makes him feel, how the look on his face changes from pure exhaustion to pure, unadulterated masculinity, bursting with greed and power. But what I love the most is how it makes me weak in the knees and so ready to be fucked into oblivion.

“Touch yourself,” he says, shoving my head over his shaft again and again. “Show me how badly you want it, Kitten.”

I do what he says, sliding my hand underneath my skirt where my panties are soaking wet. I touch myself through the fabric, but Marcello’s disapproving sounds make me part them aside and slip my finger between my wet folds.

“Show me. Pull up your skirt,” he growls.

I do what he asks, revealing my dripping pussy. The feel of my fingers against my clit makes me moan as he pushes into my mouth so deep I gag.

“Fuck. Choke on my dick, you slutty Kitten.”

The way he buries himself inside me, leaving nothing but gasps for me to breathe on, makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. I flick my clit as fast as I can, pussy juices flowing freely down my thighs. I’m delirious with need and overcome with lewdness. It’s immoral, honestly. I wasn’t raised this way. But I sure as hell want to stay this way.

“Deeper, deeper, Kitten,” he groans, shoving me down until my lips hit the base. The tip pushes up against the back of my throat, causing me to gag, and I cough as he pulls out again. “Good girl.”

His words hit me hard.

And when he plows back in, I flick my clit until I’m ready to combust.

“Come with my dick inside your throat,” he says with a commanding voice. “I want to see your eyes roll into the back of your head as I bury myself inside your pretty little mouth.”

His words push me over the edge.

Moaning out loud, I fall apart through the rippling orgasmic waves. And he pulls me by my hair, only to slam me right back onto his cock. He roars out loud, and warm, salty liquid spurts into the back of my throat.

“Swallow it like the slut you are,” he groans, completely unhinged by the sexual energy between us as he comes and comes and comes. And I gulp it all down as best as I can until every last drop has been expelled, and he drags himself out of my mouth.

He holds on to my face, saying, “Now clean me, Kitten.”

I don’t know why it’s so sexy when he says it the way he does. And why I’m beginning to like how he degrades me. Because I do stick my tongue out and lick him from top to bottom until he’s clean, swallowing down every last drop.

After he’s caught his breath, he tilts up my chin and makes me look at him. “Good girl. You make me very, very happy.”

Why that makes me smile confuses me, but it does. His words do something to my fucked-up heart. They make me yearn, make me melt. I’ve never felt anything like that for anyone before, let alone a mobster.

But his final words truly seal the deal for me. “Without you, I would be nothing.”

I get up from the floor, licking my lips to prepare for a kiss. But suddenly, I’m very light-headed, and my head is woozy as my vision turns black. And before I know it, I fall to the ground, unconscious.