“My turn.” I slide my right hand between my legs and reach for his cock with my left at the same time as I lower my head, parting my lips.
He releases his hold on himself with a groan, and I guide him into my mouth, sucking as I swirl my tongue over the tip. I love the way he feels, so big and thick, the sounds he makes, the way his thighs tense as I take more of him into my mouth.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me fuck your mouth while you make yourself come.”
I moan, mouth full of cock, and remember that I’m supposed to be playing with my aching clit. I was so caught up in Alessio that I momentarily forgot myself. At his order, I start rubbing,the wetness of my pussy making obscene sounds. His hips roll forward, and my reflex kicks in. I gag a little, easing off.
“Relax your throat,tesoro. Take me in.”
He wields that term of endearment against me like a weapon, and I’m defenseless against it. I love when he calls me that in his deep, sexy voice. I breath through my nose and bob on his dick, bringing him to the back of my throat as my fingers work between my legs. My clit is swollen and almost as demanding as his cock.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so gorgeous like this, mouth full of me. Are you going to come soon?”
I make a helpless sound of assent and keep sucking and licking and stroking while the heat builds inside me, the pleasure coiling like a snake about to strike.
“You can’t come until I tell you to. If you do, I’ll spank that luscious ass of yours, and then I’ll fuck it.”
Oh my God.
My pussy flutters and clenches. I’m so close. So close. And I want to come so badly. I hum around his big cock, my finger slowing to prolong the pleasure. I want to last as long as possible. I love it when he’s filthy and bossy. I love being on my knees for him, mouth full of his dick.
“Maybe you want that, hmm?” he asks, his voice tight. I can tell he’s trying to stave off his own orgasm, talking himself out of it. “Maybe you want me to sink my cock into that tight little hole and fill you up with my come.”
It’s too much.
My orgasm hits me like a freight train. I’m coming, fingers furiously flying over my clit, as I choke on his cock.
He pulls out of my mouth abruptly.
“I didn’t tell you that you could come, did I?”
I’m still coming, playing with myself as he watches, his thick cock jutting upward like an offering.
“Maybe I’m a bad girl,” I tell him, breathless, as I wring out every drop of pleasure.
With a low sound, he hauls me to my feet, and suddenly, I’m pinned to the door again.
“Bad girls get fucked too,” he growls against my lips.
In the next second, he thrusts hard, impaling me with his dick. I’m still super sensitive from getting off, and I think he might break me in two with his monster cock, but what a way to go. He wraps my legs around him and starts fucking me as he kisses me, somehow holding me up with his strength in a feat I’ll marvel over later when my brain starts functioning again. Right now, I’m riding high on dopamine and oxytocin as Alessio slams in and out of me against the door.
He kisses me ferociously. The pleasure ratchets up with every thrust, no sound in the room but our panting breaths, our bodies crashing together, and the rhythmic thumps against the door. With a groan, he breaks the kiss and dips his head, latching on to my nipple and sucking so hard that I fall apart a second time.
This time, when I orgasm, he does too, pinning me to the door with his cock as he fills me with a flood of come. A gasp tears from me at the force of the pleasure, black stars speckling my vision, my nails raking down his back.
He buries his face in my throat, his chest heaving, his body slumping into mine. And realization hits me. This isn’t just lust and pleasure I feel for Alessio. It’s something a whole lot more potent.
And a whole lot more dangerous.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper.
“I know,tesoro,” he murmurs against my neck. “I know.”
I hold him tightly, resting my cheek on his head, wondering if he possibly could.
I’m falling in love with a mobster.
Chapter 21
