Confused, I put it down to him wanting to maneuver me—make sure I’m doing it right.
“Just tell me what to do,” I add.
Running his tongue along his top teeth, he lifts his arms and places his hands to the back of his head. His biceps expand the white cotton shirt so hard I fear it might rip at the seams. My clit flutters at the thought.
“Suck it again.”
I wrap my lips around his girth and suck, letting my lids fall closed.
“Deeper.”
I slide him into my mouth, as deep as he’ll go. My hand stillfits around the base so I grip and stroke his length while I slide my lips up and down.
A long, loud moan reaches my ears, and at the same time, his girth thickens even more. I whimper around it, earning a small thrust of his hips.
“Fuck, Pfeiffer, this feels good.”
Emboldened, I open my throat and let him slide down a little further. Saliva floods my mouth so that when I withdraw, it makes a wet suckling sound.
“Mmph.”
He seems to like that so I do it again.
When he starts to rock gently, I lose myself. I take as much of him as I can, then pull back and swirl my tongue around the head.
I must be insane because I could do this all night. The feel of his skin on my tongue is intoxicating. The little pearls of come small indications I’m giving him pleasure. His moans escalating in pitch are like opium for my ears.
“Wait—”
I glance up again, my vision fuzzy.
“I’m going to fucking collapse,” he says, panting. “I need to sit.”
Realizing that in my frenzy I’d risen up onto my knees to take his cock deeper, I sit back on my heels and nod.
He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he backs up against the wall, then slides down it, tipping his head back.
“Do it again,” he rasps. “Exactly as you were.”
I crawl on my hands and knees toward him and lower my mouth onto his cock. It’s a little more difficult at this angle but very quickly, I lose my mind again, and suck him as deep down my throat as I can.
“OhGod. Fuck. I’m not going to last.”
I suck him harder, pump my hand faster, lick him like I’m starved.
“Jesus, Pfeiffer, you’re so damngoodat this.”
I moan around his cock and his thighs tense.
“I didn’t expect— Ahshit. I’m gonna come baby.”
Baby.
That word makes my head spin and I double down. My pussy is throbbing and I feel so powerful I could get addicted to this. I have the Bellucci mafia boss at my total mercy, about to fall apart, and it makes me feel high, like I’m on some kind of drug.
My lips startle as a thick pulse rushes through his cock and a fist grips my hair pulling me back. I don’t release him though. I want to taste him—all of him.
Another pulse and a thick rope of liquid floods my mouth. I close my throat before another load coats my tongue. His thighs are like rocks on either side of me, his hips bucking up, even though he’s holding my hair, stopping himself from choking me.
