Page 30 of The Mobster’s Present

The knowing glint in the middle-aged woman’s eyes tells me that she doesn’t believe we’ll be sleeping any time soon. She’s just too much of a lady to mention it.

The trip back to the hotel is quick and the moment we step inside, my arm wraps around her waist and hauls her against my chest. She looks up at me with wide, blue eyes.

“You’re insatiable,” she admonishes me.

“I think I hold myself back plenty,” I growl the words.

She has no idea how often I want to bend her over any available surface to fill her with my cock. I hold back, but it’s not easy to do.

“I’m sure you think that,” she teases.

When she turns us and pushes at my chest, I let her push me backwards until she has me against the door. I could move, easily, but I stay in place because I’m curious about what my woman has planned for me.

Her hands roam over my chest and she presses against me with clear intent. My cock goes rock fucking hard behind the fly of my pants. From the way her mouth tips up at the corners, she can feel exactly what she does to me.

Ashleigh lowers herself to her knees in front of me and I croak out, “What are you doing?”

“You have stepped into my life,” she begins talking, her hands working my belt and then my pants open as she does, “and taken over.”

She pulls my cock free and wraps her fingers around the base before her tongue snakes out and catches the pre-cum beading at the tip.

“Do you mind?”

“No,” she looks up at me from underneath lowered lashes. “I thought I would,” she admits, “and even tried to force myself to mind, but I don’t. I like it.” She says the last part like a confession—small, quiet, fragile.

My fingers run through the strands of her red hair and push them back from her face. If she’s going to suck my cock, I don’t want to miss a moment of it.

She starts to stroke me slowly, too fucking slowly, with a grip too fucking gentle. My hand twitches with the need to cover hers with it and show her exactly what I like. But I’m curious about what she’ll do without me getting involved.

The devils curl of her lips tells me she’s enjoying teasing me. Who am I to stop her fun, especially when it feels this good?

I let out a low grunt as she curls her tongue around the crown of my cock. When her lips part and she finally wraps them around my length, my fucking knees go a little weak and I have to adjust my stance. My feet move farther apart, and I give more of my weight to the door. I’m going to need all the help I can fucking get if the mischievous look on my woman’s eyes tells me anything.

She bobs up and down on my shaft a few times before pulling off and taking a few deep breaths, her strokes never faltering even as her fingers tighten around me.

My hands grip the back of her head, her hair tangling with my fingers as I tighten my hold to silently urge her to keep going.

“You’ve been so good to us,” her voice is a husky coo, “and I’m going to show you exactly how much I appreciate it.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” My words are a protest, but my movements pull her closer to my dick.

Ashleigh doesn’t say anything and, instead, opens her mouth and swallows me again. Her hand and mouth move in tandem and the sensation has my toes curling in my shoes. My entire body locks up as I fight the urge to use my grip to fuck her mouth.

I don’t want to hurt her.

I don’t want to push her.

And I’m enjoying her touch way too fucking much.

Even though my eyes want to roll back in my head, I force myself to keep my eyes on Ashleigh. Her lips are obscenely stretched around my shaft. There’s a flush on her cheeks and tears pooling her eyes.

“You look so fucking sexy down on your knees for me,” my words come out as garbled praise, but I don’t miss the way she clenches her thighs together.

“Fuck,” I growl as my balls draw up.

She brings one of her hands up and gently squeezes them before pulling slightly. Her touch sends a zing up my spine, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold back for much longer.

“You’re going to swallow every drop of my cum.” It’s a command and a warning.