Page 43 of The Mafia Bachelor

And while I could swear a shadow of concern flickers over her expression, I ignore it. Actions speak louder than words, and I’m going to show her exactly how much I want her.

I lower my head and go right for her wet folds, pushing my tongue over them in a greedy lick that makes her buck and gasp.

“Fecking delicious.” It’s true. She’s salty and sweet and something else that is indefinably her. I could take every drop and then ask for more. “That’s it, love. That’s my good girl.” I hardly move my head, and go straight back to using my tongue on her, feeling for how she moves with me to discover what arouses my girl most.

I do some of it for me. Thrusting my tongue into her tight little passage? Definitely only for me. My cock twitches, despite having come only minutes before. There’s something about that place between her legs that makes me ravenous.

But sealing my lips over her clit and sucking hard? Definitely for her, and all the better for me because of it.

“Oh my god,” she whispers as I ease up on her clit.

“Can you come for, love? Give it to me.” I suck on her again, and she lets out a high-pitched whine. “Let me feel it.

I’m impatient for her pleasure, not to get to mine quicker—that will happen in its own time—but for the satisfaction of knowing I’ve made her come. Once isn’t enough.

I go back to her clit, and switch to firm licks. That’s the thing she needed, and she tenses. “Kill.”

“Mmm,” I purr, but I have my mouth full.

She bucks and whimpers, and it’s pure instinct as I clamp my forearm over her hips. Holding her down. Making her take every bit of pleasure from me. I feel when her orgasm sweeps over her. It’s trembling in her limbs that spreads out in waves from where I’m eating her pussy, and it’s only after a second that she lets out a choked cry. I flatten her to the bed, and keep on.

Gently now, yes, but no less insistent.

“Kill,” she says after a few minutes, when she’s recovered and is whimpering about how close to her clit I’m kissing. “I came.”

She sounds dazed, and confused.

“I know,” I can’t help but sound amused. I am.

“But…”

I grin and venture a bit nearer her clit, making her yelp.

“Still too sensitive, huh?”

“Yes!” She reaches down and makes a half-hearted attempt to push me away, tugging at my arm. “I can’t come again.”

“You can with me,” I reply simply. “You’re going to come for me until the cock you so rudely discharged early is ready to fuck you the way you deserve.”

She splutters then moans as I lick over her soft folds.

“But I didn’t, and you…” She can’t form a coherent objection.

I shift position, bringing my free hand between her legs rather than gripping her thigh. Lifting my head to see her fully, I shoot a glance into her baffled face, then lightly stroke my fingertip down her pussy.

Then thrust in.

The yelp is gratifyingly loud. “So wet for me, love. I can’t wait to replace this with my cock. But we need a little more time, so you’re going to come for me again.”

I slowly work my finger in and out of her warm velvet passage. Far tighter than I anticipated, or have felt before. But she moans as I loosen her, and within seconds she’s whimpering, and it’s a few minutes, and I can push a second finger into her, which she clamps down on.

“Your cunt is so lovely. You grip me so nicely. Do you like being fucked by my fingers?”

She whines.

“Words. Use your words. Tell me you want to come on my fingers and my tongue, and I’ll do that for you.” I’ve been indulging in looking at her while her body recovers, but I think she’s ready.

“Yes. Yes.” It’s faint, but enough for me.