Page 28 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

I let go of his dick in surprise, and it slapped against his lower stomach, still heavy and hard. His body twitched beneath me, his muscles spasming, but my eyes were glued to the mess on his abs.

He lifted his head as I swiped my finger through some of it and brought it to my lips. I sucked it clean, holding his shocked gaze. I liked that I’d shocked him. I’d expected it to taste bad, but it didn’t. A little salty, but not bad at all.

“Christ, woman…”

I raised my eyebrows. So he liked that? I bent down, resting my hands on the mattress on either side of his torso, and ran my tongue along his abs. He threw his arms over his face and swore, shaking his head. I tried to suppress a giggle because that must have meant he really, really enjoyed it.

When I sat back up on his thighs, he reached for the waistband of my joggers and tugged the drawstrings. “Fuck it. Take these off.”

My eyes widened. Did that mean…

“I’m not fuckin’ you.” Disappointment must have flooded my face because he smirked. “You’re gonna sit on my face.”

Oh. Ohhhhh. My cheeks burned as I clung to the wall and stood up, my feet bracketing his waist. The horror of being naked and straddling his face made my legs tremble and my stomach twist.

Don’t back out now, you stupid woman. You wanted this.

I licked my lips as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled it down. I stepped out of them, kicking them to the floor, and stood above him. His dark eyes roamed over me, making my skin pebble, and when they settled on my pussy, they darkened with lust.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Bring that pretty pussy here.”

He grabbed the backs of my knees, forcing them to fall forward and hit the mattress above his shoulders. I yelped, my heart hammering as I met his gaze. His hands kneaded my ass, guiding me over his face, then pushed me down, forcing my knees to slide wider and my pussy to lower towards his mouth. I held my breath, fighting the urge to squeeze my eyes shut from sheer embarrassment.

“Don’t scream when I make you come so hard you forget there’s a monster between your legs.”

I frowned, confused by what that meant.

“No one’s tasted you before?” he asked. His breath tickled my clit, and I shuddered.

“N–No,” I gasped as he took his first lick, ending with a flick. I slammed my hands against the stone wall in front of me as my mouth dropped open. He groaned and took another one. It left me aching and needy in a way I’d never felt before.

“All mine then,” he mumbled, then closed his mouth over me, sucking hard on my clit.

I gasped, jolting forward at the intense, strange sensation, but he hooked his arms around my thighs and kept me in place. I didn’t know what I’d expected, but it wasn’t this. The feel of his hot, wet, sucking mouth was better than anything I’d ever experienced. Better than my vibrator. Better than my fingers. It was… unholy filth, and it felt amazing.

When his tongue flicked over my clit between hard sucks and groans, I thought I might die. Monster wasn’t easing me into this slowly or gently; he was merciless, dragging moans, gasps and whimpers from me. My hips rocked against his mouth involuntarily, wanting more. More of everything. I forced my eyes open and peered down between my legs. His black eyes were staring up at me, his mouth latched onto my pussy like it was his lifeline, and it was so hot. The pressure built. I recognised it from many lonely nights I’d spent making myself come, but this felt different. Scarier. Because I wasn’t the one in control. He was. And to let go, to hit that high, I had to trust that he would get me there.

He did. So fast, it was impressive. I couldn’t hold back the orgasm as it crashed through me in one long, powerful ripple of ecstasy. I cried out, one hand gripping the wall and the other delving into his hair and fisting it. A silent plea not to let me go. He didn’t. His tongue kept rolling, flicking and sucking, dragging out the pleasure until it faded and everything became too sensitive. Even then, he didn’t stop.

He growled, his teeth scraping against my clit, and I gasped, trying to lift myself away. His fingers dug into my thighs, keeping me trapped, and he changed his angle, licking through my lips and then plunging his tongue inside my entrance. I gasped and bucked, pulling on his hair, and he groaned, enjoying the pain. His attention moved back to my throbbing clit, and I whimpered as pleasure and pain collided when he bit it between his teeth before he devoured it again.

“Oddio! I can’t. Please. I can’t! It’s too much.”

My body was burning. My thighs were shaking. I wanted him to let me go, and I wanted him to never stop. I felt torn, dangling on a rope between overstimulation and intense euphoria, swinging from side to side. So when the second orgasm exploded out of me, I was too stunned to even make a sound. My mouth formed around a silent scream. It hurt. But it hurt so good.

He finally let me go, and I collapsed sideways against the wall. That was… unreal. I couldn’t believe it had taken me this long to feel that kind of pleasure.

I stared at him. He stared back at me. A familiar silence settled around us, the tension unbearable.

After a few charged moments, he inhaled, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and he turned his back on me. He thought he’d made his point. He wouldn’t be gentle. He couldn’t be. It wasn’t in his nature.

I climbed off the bed on trembling legs, my clit still tingling. I tugged my clothes back on, then curled up in the chair, resting my head against the cushion and closing my eyes.

He thought that would scare me off and make me come to my senses. No pun intended.

It had only convinced me I wanted it even more.

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