Page 60 of Texting My Mafia Boss

My mouth goes to her clit, sucking it greedily, weeks of pent-up pressure exploding. Nothing else enters my mind. I’m not a mob boss with my Mara. Just a starving man finally given license to feast.

She moans and rolls her hips as I begin to slip my finger in and out, sucking and tonguing her clit at the same time. Her hands claw at the desk. I find a faster rhythm, my balls swelling when I hear the wet sounds of her tunnel. She clamps around my fingers, then starts to flutter when I flicker my tongue faster against her clit.

“Ettore.” She clenches up. “Ett—Ett—Ett…”

I want to tell her,Soak my fucking face with your juices. Drench me with your lust. But there’s no way I’m stopping long enoughto speak. I keep lashing instead, owning that needy nub, then slipping another finger into her clinging core.

When she breaks, I suck her clit again, applying intense pressure. She digs her fingernails into my head, grinding her entire groin up and down my face. I love it. Her tasty juices all over me.

I stand as she lies back on the desk. My dick judders when she pulls the front of her dress down without me needing to say anything.

“Wedge that bra under your plump tits,” I tell her.

She moans, then pulls it down. Oh,fuck. Her tits are naked and pushed up, red from her lust, her nipples full and swollen. I lean over her, greedily sucking her lips, swirling my tongue around.

I stand and pull my pants and underwear down, gripping her thighs and pulling her toward me as I line up.

“Are we going to regret this?” she whimpers.

“No,” I growl, then I push into her aching slit.

She gasps and stares up at me. The look on her face is sexier than her thick, curvy body on display, thighs glimmering with her juices. The look—the slight smile, the sassy challenge, the shock at how big I am.

I begin to drive in. She pushes against my chest, whimpering. “Fuck, fuck, Ettore.”

“Can you take it?” I growl.

“It’s—bigger—than…”

I slip out slowly. “Don’t compare us to anyone,” I groan, holding myself at her entrance again. “I’ll work in slowly.”

She bites her lip, nodding. For a few minutes, I push halfway in, feeling her stretch around me with each thrust. She clings to me like she doesn’t want to let me go. I’m attuned to her body, feeling the shift in her body, the flow into her pussy as she relaxes and loosens just enough.

“You can take more now,” I tell her, showing her by pushing in.

Her face lights up in relief. “Hmm.”

“And more?”

She nods, making that same noise again. I’m already, right on the edge. There’s nowhere to look that’s going to calm me down. Her face, delighted, excited, filthy, beautiful, and hungry all at once. Her tits and those fucking suckable nipples… or down, at my cock disappearing into her raw pussy.

I push all the way in, gasping and collapsing against her when I feel her tightness clutching my dick.

“You’ve got a perfect pussy,” I growl. “So hot. So fucking good at squeezing me.”

“You’re—filling—me—up,” she whimpers.

I lean back again, then start pumping my hips, my hand greedily squeezing big handfuls of her thick body to pull her against me. She arches her back, pushing down against me.

I pull out, looking down at my dick stretching her out, slowly leaving that warm, flawless place. I’m in heaven, no hell here, pure light and heat and knowing this is right even if we’ve spent so long pretending the opposite.

She moans and takes one of my hands, guiding it to her breasts, pushing down to add to the pressure. I follow her lead as I fill her again, pushing all the way to the hilt. We’re trying to be quiet, but the desk is whining, and her moans are addictive.

My thrusts turn fast now I’ve got her perfect breasts to hold, her thickness, those nipples so hard and needy against my palm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan.

“You can’t come in me,” she whimpers.