Page 35 of Married to the Mafia Monster

He smiles, his eyes shining with love. “No, thank you,” he replies, pulling me into his arms. “For trusting me, for giving yourself to me so completely.”

"Now, I want to teach you something," he says, his tone serious but laced with tenderness.

I nod, my eagerness to please him evident. I can feel my heart racing in anticipation, as my body responds to the raw sexual energy between us.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask.

"Open your mouth," he instructs, his voice calm and patient. His fingers trace a line down my jaw, sending shivers of pleasure through my body.

I part my lips, looking up at him, waiting for his guidance. He cups my cheek with one hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Just relax," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "Trust me."

He begins to explain, his words soft and encouraging. "Take me slowly, just the tip at first," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. "Use your tongue to tease me."

I follow his instructions, my tongue flicking out to taste his cock. He lets out a low groan, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me gently. "That's it," he breathes. "Just like that."

I can feel the heat of his arousal as I take him deeper into my mouth, my lips sliding down his shaft. His groans of pleasure spur me on, and I take him deeper, using the techniques he describes. I can feel his pulse quickening as I cup his balls in my hand, massaging them gently.

"Use your lips to create a seal," he murmurs, his voice strained with pleasure. "And don't forget to breathe."

I focus on his instructions, finding a rhythm that feels natural. The act is intimate, far more than I expected, and I find myself enjoying it, relishing the way his body responds to me.

I can feel his muscles tensing as I work my mouth up and down his shaft, my tongue swirling around the tip with each upward stroke.

His breathing becomes ragged, his hips beginning to move in time with my mouth. I can feel him getting closer, his grip on my hair tightening as he thrusts deeper. "Good girl," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "You're doing so well."

I feel a rush of pride at his words, my movements becoming more confident. I can tell he's close, and I redouble my efforts, determined to bring him over the edge. His groans become louder, his hips bucking as he thrusts deeper into my mouth.

With a final, deep thrust, he comes, his cock pulsing as he fills my mouth with his cum. I swallow, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction as I release him, licking my lips. He collapses beside me, his breathing heavy and uneven.

"Holy fuck," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "That was amazing."

I smile, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction at having pleasured him so completely.

He pulls me into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “You’re a natural,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.

I nestle against him, my heart swelling with a deep sense of connection and trust. “Thank you,” I whisper, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. “I’m glad you liked it.”

He chuckles softly, his fingers brushing through my hair. “Liked it? I loved it,” he corrects, his eyes shining with love.

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. “I felt powerful,” I admit, my voice shy but honest. “Making you come, I mean.”

“You are powerful,” he replies, his tone serious. “You have the ability to drive me wild, to make me feel things I never thought possible. That’s a gift. You’re making me think it might be possible to turn into a man again.”

TWENTY

Bella

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the scent of toasted bread, creating a comforting atmosphere. I take a bite of my toast, glancing at Alex. He seems more relaxed, but there's still a shadow in his eyes.

Alex looks up, a small smile playing on his lips. "I talked to the hotel manager. We can stay as long as we like."

Relief washes over me, but my curiosity gets the better of me. "How did you become a hitman? Was there a vacancy somewhere? Did you have an interview?"

He takes a deep breath, his eyes growing distant as he begins his story. “I was an orphan, grew up on the streets. It was a tough life, and I had to toughen up quickly. One night, a fight went too far, and I killed someone. I didn’t mean to, but it happened.”

I reach out, placing my hand over his, silently urging him to continue.

“A mob boss saw it and took me in. The guy I killed was one of his enemies. He covered up the killing and offered me work. Turns out I have a natural skill for killing and shutting down my emotions. It’s like I never had any… until I met you.”

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