Taking Care Of The Mobster

“Wh-What are you doing?” I mutter, biting down on my lower lip.

“Something you’ll like,” Carlos says, raising his head to look up at me. “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, I’ll stop. Okay?”

I nod jerkily in response. I close my eyes and let my head fall back to the bed. Carlos lowers his head to my sex once more. He uses his hands to push my knees up on either side of his head. His tongue teases my entrance and I try to relax, despite the strangeness of his act. Slowly, I start to feel a searing pleasure spread through my body.

I lick my chapped lips, so impossibly turned on that any rational thought is gone. Carlos parts my folds with his fingers, his eyes crowded with a dark desire that excites me even more.

“Jesus, Abby... You’re so wet,” he murmurs gruffly. “You make me thirsty.”

I let out a strangled cry as his tongue delves inside me. I jerk upward, but Carlos’s firm hands on my thighs hold me in place. He keeps swiping his tongue over the sensitive flesh.

“Please... Please...” I mutter, desperate for something that I can’t put a name to – a kind of relief.

I feel like laughing and crying at the same time from the intensity of the pleasure rushing through me. I clench the sheets in my hands as his tongue flickers over my swollen bud, my head pressed hard against the bed.

I lift my hips off the bed, wantonly pushing against his mouth. And he gently sucks on my clit followed by a deliberate hard lick. I let out a high-pitched scream as an orgasm tears through me in a restless wave. I can’t hold still as my limbs vibrate uncontrollably beneath his restraining hand.

My core pulses violently under Carlos’s insistent ministration. His tongue keeps thrusting into my pussy as I shudder, his deep guttural moans intensifying the unbearable pleasure.

I feel like I’m being lifted to an unimaginable height as the orgasm endlessly racks through me. Tears slide down my cheeks from the immense pleasure.

And even when I sink my nails hard into his shoulders and scream his name, Carlos doesn’t stop. The tip of his tongue circles the entrance of my pussy, lapping at my aching clit until the pressure builds again. Suddenly, his finger is inside of me. Pleasure and pain ricochet through me in equal portions, creating a deep rippling sensation throughout my whole body. I scream, my voice hoarse from all the strain.

His finger keeps sliding into me, stroking and curving mercilessly. “Carlos... Please...Please...,” I plead breathlessly. “No! Yes! Yes! Please...I can’t...Oh my God!”

He doesn’t listen, though. Instead, he adds a second finger. He increases the pace of his stroke, hitting the same pleasure spot with rhythmic accuracy.

I come again – harder this time. I thrash around the bed, crying out mindlessly as an unimaginable spasm overcomes me. Carlos rears back and watches me. It’s a long time before the last wave passes.

I sink back on the bed, properly spent and raw all over.

Carlos leans forward and places a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Thank you, Abby,” he says, holding my gaze with a gentle expression. “For sharing your body with me. And for having me.”

I can’t tell if the tears sliding down my cheeks are from the emotions swirling in my chest or the aftermath of the best freaking orgasm of my life.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Carlos

I trail my fingers down Abby’s cheek, gently wiping the tears off her face. My chest swells with pride and something else. She’s so amazing. And I still can’t believe what luck brought her to me.

At first, I thought that this attraction I felt for her was because of her insane curves, but I’ve come to realize it’s more than that. It’s her innocence and the pureness of her soul. It’s about everything that makes her the person she is. I’ve fallen for all of her, and there’s no denying that.

“Are you okay, baby?” I ask, catching the tear sliding down her cheek on my thumb. “Did I... Did I hurt you?”

Abby shakes her head quickly. “No! No. It’s just... I feel... I feel so overwhelmed. So... Good. I don’t know how to explain this feeling.”

I chuckle as my chest swells with pride. I love that I’m able to please her. “I think I understand what you mean,” I say, placing another kiss on her temple. “We could stop here...I mean...I understand if you don’t.”

“Oh no, you don’t,” Abby says, shaking her head despite the blush spreading across her cheeks. “You promised me all of you.”

“Do you think you can take more of that, though?” I ask, slightly worried.

“I honestly don’t know if I can take it,” Abby says with a chortle that makes me want to keep her smiling at all costs. “But I crave more. I crave all of you.”