Matteo, feared crime boss, was literally coming apart in my mouth.
“Jesus,” he said again, and before I knew what was happening, his head snapped back up and our eyes locked. “Touch yourself, Sophia.”
I licked the entire length of him, tracing the veins with my tongue. He groaned again.
Lifting myself slightly, I worked him up and down with one hand, and with the other, I traced my folds.
I was wet.
Turned on almost as much as he was from what I was doing.
Damn him.
“Part those pretty pink lips and…”
I didn’t know what pretty pink lips he was talking about, but I didn’t wait for him to elaborate. Plunging two fingers into my sopping wet pussy, I sucked him hard, hollowing out my cheeks.
“Fuck.” The word was drawn out. “Fuck that is the most beautiful sight in the world. You…” His voice shook.
I tried not to listen to him as he told me how beautiful I was. Or how he would never get tired of my lips around his cock.
I wouldn’t be fooled by those words anymore. The only reason I was giving him exactly what he wanted, was because I needed him to trust me enough to give me some freedom.
“Stop…”
I froze, the tip of his cock resting on my tongue, and lifted my eyes to him.
“Come here.”
“But you haven’t finished…” The words had barely left my mouth before he heaved me to my feet.
“As much as I love cumming in your mouth and watching you swallow it all down, Sophia…I have other plans.” Catching my hand, he drew my hand to his mouth. His lips closed around the two fingers that were coated in my juices.
Open-mouthed, I watched him suck them clean.
Not once did his eyes leave mine. Smouldering. That was the only way to describe the look he was giving me.
I felt even more dampness pool between my legs and squirmed.
Why did he have to look at me like that?
Like he wanted to eat me alive.
Devour me whole and…
He spun me around so quickly that I didn’t know what was happening before my chest was being pushed down onto the papers on his desk.
“You are too good at that, Sophia.” Fisting my hair, he yanked my head back, arching my back almost painfully. He pressed against my ass. “Are you sure you haven’t…”
There was fumbling between us, and my breath hitched as the thick head of his cock pressed against my opening.
“How many cocks have you sucked?” He edged forward an inch, parting me around him.
I couldn’t help it. I whimpered with need. “Yours,” I murmured. “Just yours.”
He froze, and suddenly I could feel his breath hot against my shoulder and the warmth of his chest pressing over my back.
“Is that the truth?” he hissed, and I could tell by his voice that he was finding it as hard as I was to hold still. “Is my dick the only one you’ve had? The only one you have ever wanted?” He rolled his hips, and the moan that escaped my lips was agonized.
