Mobster

“Oh god.”

The words are barely past her lips before I have her flat on her back and I’m ripping the buttons off the dress shirt I put on her last night.

“The only thing you’re praying to is me, Dollface. So get my name on your lips.”

“Giovanni,” she moans as I spread her legs and run my fingers up her pussy lips in a V to spread them.

I lean forward and inhale her scent before I open my mouth and cover her cunt with it. Her sugary vanilla taste hits my tongue, and I’m like a kid getting his first cookie. I savor every inch of her, sucking on her lips and then her clit. I move down and lick inside her, then work back up to her delicate pearl.

“Look at me,” I growl.

She snaps open her eyes, and I see her chest move up and down as she tries to catch her breath. She’s gripping the sheets and her legs are strained as she lies there and takes what I give her.

“Watch me eat it,” I demand, sucking her pussy into my mouth and moaning at the flavor.

She trails her gaze down to where my mouth is, and her jaw drops, making her lips form a perfect O. I’d love to shove my cock between them, but I’m busy feasting on the best meal I’ve ever put in my mouth.

I press down on her thighs, stretching them wide. I want those muscles to get used to being open. Once I start breeding her, they’re going stay that way for years.

“That f-feels s-so good,” she stutters as I graze my teeth down her clit.

“Does this?” I push two fingers inside her and feel her impossibly tight pussy clamp down. “How are you so little down here, Dollface? You never been broken in?”

“No,” she moans as I find her G-spot and rub it.

I pause my strokes and lean up to look at her face. “What?” I ask, a tone of authority lining my voice.

“I’m a virgin. Please don’t stop, Giovanni. I’m so close,” she whines as she rolls her hips in invitation.

I close my eyes as a red haze of need falls over them. I have to take a deep breath and pull on my reins because once I get inside her, I’m going to fuck her through the mattress.

“Does it matter? I didn’t think it was a big—”

I cut her words off as I pump my fingers in and out of her and put my mouth back on her clit. Suddenly I’m a goddamn machine hellbent on getting her virgin cunt to cum as many times as possible. It’s like she just told me getting her off was an Olympic sport and I’m a fucking gold medalist.

“That’s it. Right there, Giovanni.”

I lay my forearm across her hips to hold her down as her hips start to buck off the bed. I make her body take it as I rub her G-spot harder and flick my tongue fast against her clit.

She screams out her orgasm as liquid honey drips down my fingers and I drink it up. The taste of her sweet vanilla fills my mouth, and I moan at the flavor. I want to flip her over, pull her hips up, and stick every inch of my fat cock inside her, but I don’t.

Instead, I focus on her pleasure and making sure she’s feeling every wave of her orgasm as it hits her.

When she’s completely limp underneath me, I place one last kiss on the top of her pussy and move up her body. Her eyes are half closed and her body is wrung out, but her hand reaches for my cock. I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing the inside of her wrist.

“Later, Dollface. We’ve got work to do.” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I lean down, kissing her lips softly. “If I don’t get your seductive ass out of bed, I’ll never get anything done.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” she challenges, kissing me back.

“It will be for your ass when you can’t walk in a straight line.”

She giggles as I pull her from the bed and carry her to the shower.

Chapter Six

Emma

I never knew a shower could take so long. Or be so wonderful. Gio washed every inch of me about a dozen times, but I never once told him to stop. He finally had to pull us out of there because he said he wasn’t sure the tiles would be able to withstand his fucking me against them. When I giggled, he decided to test it by pinning me to them and eating me out.

God, I’m already tingling between my legs thinking about it. What is wrong with me? I don’t even know him. But the words he whispered to me are the things I’ve always dreamed of hearing. Can people actually find true love like this? If the pulse in my panties is any indication, then I’m head over heels.