God, even if this goes quick I’m going to have to use my vibrator before I can run any of my errands today. I won’t be able to focus unless I ease the intense ache that’s building between my thighs.
I lean all the way down, flatten my tongue over the smooth skin and run it up to the tip. His hand balls up into a tight fist around his pants, “Oh fuuuuuuck,” he whispers.
Another long slow lap and the first drop of pre-cum glistens at the top of his cock. I slide my hand up, brushing my thumb lightly over it, spreading it over his head.
I peek a glance at him, and he’s watching me—waiting for the teasing to stop and the real fun to begin. “Does my tongue feel good on you?” I whisper.
“Yes.” His voice is husky, raw.
My clit tingles at the sound.
I curl my fingers around his rock hard thickness and slightly squeeze. His breath draws out long and low. That’s when I wrap my lips around his tip and slide down, filling my mouth with him.
The hand clenched around his pants tightens, his knuckles turning white. His other hand fists my hair and presses down, until his cock hits my tonsils.
I pull up slow, sucking hard at the top and swirling my tongue and go right back down again. I start at an easy pace, steady and slow. Up and down with my mouth, working the shaft with my fingers gripped around his girth. Up and down. Up and down until his breaths are puffing out in gasps and he’s whispering how good my mouth feels.How warm.How wet.
He’s salty and sweet and when his breathing becomes too ragged, I pause over his head and swirl my tongue around and around its tip. I tease out his balls and pull gently on them and fill my mouth back up with him.
I quicken my pace—just a bit—teasing and toying my lips over his shaft and balls a little more urgently. I work his head, making loud sucking noises and moans.God, the moans. I don’t know who’s moaning louder or more, me or him.
“Fucking…oh shit…you’re gonna make me cum like this and I want inside you,” he breathes. “I want inside.” He pushes lightly at my shoulders but my mouth takes him in deeper. His balls are tightening, his cock getting harder and stiffer, his gasps, breathless and hot. He leans forward trying to nudge me off and I press my elbow into his chest and push back. I want to taste his cum. I want him to flood my mouth with it.
“Felony…”
I only stop because I hate that name on his lips. “Don’t call me that. Not now.”
His eyes dart down to mine. They’re wild and glazed and he’s so close to cuming I can smell it in the air.
“Cum in my mouth,” I say, tickling the tip of his cock with my tongue. “I want to taste all of it.”
Then he’s holding my head down as he grunts and pumps into the back of my throat. Hot and raw and delicious. I swallow and lick my lips as he watches me with half-hooded eyes.
“Now kiss me,” I say.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You are a bad girl.”
Oh, Corrado Fretolli, you have no fucking idea how bad I am.
Chapter 8
Corrado
Iget a text message at half past nine in the morning that has me driving to the projects in Brooklyn, the Bay View houses to be exact. I have no clue what’s going on, all I know is that Carmine needs me. It doesn't bother me much, I like to help out family when I can, and all I was really doing was tossing and turning. And Carmine’s a stand-up guy—came into the family when Tony took over—helping me and my mom out a lot after my father was killed. I think he always had a thing for my mom, but he was married to Tony’s cousin Maria and she was a football player of a woman who would smash you over the head with a wooden spoon if you cursed in her home.
She got me over a dozens times already.
I’m zoning out on the Belt Parkway—there’s traffic for no reason—there’s never a damn reason, and I’m thinking about Felony.
I’m repeating her words over in my head. She called herself a bad girl. There was some meaning to it, I just can’t figure out what. I wonder if there were wires strapped to those beautiful tits. That would just be the icing on my cake. Her being undercover or something.
Or maybe she just wanted me to think she was no different than the rest of the girls at the club. Easy and willing. But she’s not like them, not at all. Each one of those girls come with a price tag. Felony—Mallory, she hooked up with me because she wanted to. There’s something there between us. Something that makes my heart twist when I think about her.
And I think about her all the time.
Like right now, I’m thinking about the way she dances.
The way the stage light makes her skin glow smooth and silky. Or how she slides her hands over her breasts, teasing and taunting you. There’s also how sweet she tastes and the noises she makes when she’s shattering against my tongue.
