Page 89 of The Mafia's Broken Vows

He takes a few steps back, and for a moment, I think he’s trying to leave, but he only goes to the panel at the door. He switches on all the lights and raises the blinds so the room is bathed with light. Then he turns on the heavy metal band to a volume so high that I flinch.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod, glancing around as if searching for the hidden speakers. “It’s really loud—”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Now, come here and put your mouth on me.”

Everything inside me tightens at his tone, and I scramble to my feet.

“On your fucking knees, Addy.”

My heart pounds like a solo drum while the sultry voice in my head goads me on. You wanted him this way, Addy. So fucking take him.

I fall back on my knees and crawl to him. Once I’m near enough, he slides his hand along my jaw and feeds his cock to me. The moment I wrap my lips around him and suck, I feel him tense. His hand slips into my hair and grips it tight.

I swirl my tongue around his frenulum, relishing the answering moan and jerking of his hips, which involuntarily pushes him deeper into my mouth.

His feel and taste are addictive—smooth, hot, and tangy, serving my mouth with a sensory feast that sends my senses reeling. I suck gently, stroking him with my tongue. I watch him through my eyelashes, loving the intense pleasure etched on his face.

I might be on my knees taking his cock, but fuck, this is heady. Dante is so responsive, it feels like every single lick and suck produces a different response altogether.

I take him deeper until he hits the back of my throat. The moment he does, Dante lets out a feral groan. It’s a sound of torture and surrender that goes straight to my clit. But instead of driving deeper, Dante pulls back.

“Fuck, baby, take it slow, okay?” His voice is tight and rough, and I know he’s struggling to do the same.

I don’t want him to take it slow. I can’t afford to, not if I want to drive him insane. He’s so big that my jaw is bound to fall off before I can finish him off.

So instead of doing as he says, I wrap one arm around his thighs and cup his balls with the other. I relax my throat and let him all the way in until my chin brushes against the balls I’m gently fondling.

“Fuuuuck, Adele!” Dante bucks against me as if unable to control himself

I gag violently, but I don’t pull off right away, instead letting my throat fight to expel him. His tortured groan drowns out the heavy metal band, and his fists tighten involuntarily in my hair. The resulting pain in my scalp makes me moan around him. When I start to feel lightheaded, I pull away from him and take a few ragged breaths.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Addy!” Dante looks like a man way past his limits. His mouth is slack with lust, his hands tangling in my hair to guide me closer to where he needs me most. “I get it. You want me off the rails. Give me a fucking safe word. Now.”

“Red Wine,” I whisper, not even having to think about it.

His answer is a deep, guttural groan that sends a pulse of heat between my legs.

“Come here, then.” Suddenly, he takes control, or rather, he loses it. His hands grip my head, holding me in place as he thrusts deep into my mouth. I can feel the head of his cock reaching past the barrier of my throat, and the sound of my own gags filling the room makes me wetter.

He starts to move faster, his hips pumping as he drives in and out of my mouth. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and drool fills my mouth and spills down the corners of my lips only makes it all the better for him to fuck my throat.

The size and girth of him, the way he fills me completely, the way he uses my throat for his pleasure drives my lust to unbearable heights. When I start to taste more of the salty tang of his precum, I hear his groans get louder, and his muscles coil tighter, I know he’s going to come soon.

I’m not so far off too. My pussy throbs, clit so swollen I know I’ll shatter with a few strokes of my fingers. I slip a hand between my folds and start to rub, my moan of pleasure vibrating onto his cock.

“Hands on my fucking wrists,” Dante barks. Heart pounding at his sharp command, I immediately wrap my hands around the thick wrists on either side of my head.

“Squeeze me if you need a break,” he instructs curtly, and then he’s dragging my mouth on and off his stiff cock. The fire between my legs rages on, my nipples hard as diamonds. With nowhere else for my pent-up lust to go, all I can do is squirm and take his rough treatment, wound as tight as a bow, eager for his pleasure, his orgasm, as if tasting his release would somehow bring me mine.

And then he’s there. With a final savage thrust, he holds himself still, his cock buried deep in my mouth. I feel every single pulse, the way his cock jerks in time to his guttural sounds as he comes straight down my throat. I moan as I take all of him in, every last drop.

When he finally pulls away, I’m left gasping for breath and trembling, but so is Dante. I look up at him, and I can see the raw need all over him still.

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