Page 39 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

“Hmmm…” he groans again, voice rough with desire, as I give his dick a gentle tug. It’s hard and pulsing and sends pleasurable shivers through my being.

For a split second, I consider the thought of someone walking in on us. But I don’t dwell on it when he lets out another primal groan.

I pull my hand free, meeting his eyes as I drag my tongue slowly across my palm, wetting it. Then, I go back for the kill, wrapping my fingers around his length. If there’s any knot in his body, it loosens as I begin to stroke him with careful precision.

My pussy tingles, and I feel moisture in my underwear at the sight before me. His head is now tilted back, eyes almost rolled back in his head as his mouth parts in an o shape. It’s like he’s restraining a groan.

I press my thighs together and continue to work my hands up and down his length, increasing my pace. His lips start to open wider. I smile at this, but before I can continue, he raises his head.

“On your knees,” he growls. His eyes are impossibly dark, and his nostrils are flared.

I hesitate for a moment, glancing at the stitches on his shoulder. “But your stitch–”

“Down!” he growls, voice sharp with authority, leaving no room for argument.

His words send a pulse of heat through me, and I obey, my knees kissing the cold marble floor. With one swift movement, I tug his trousers down, letting them pool around his ankles.

His cock springs to life− taunting me with thick veins. I immediately grab it, resuming my motion until I replace my hands with my lips, kissing his large tip before engulfing it.

He lets out a sharp “shit,”wasting no time in weaving his fingers through my hair. I feel my hair being pulled back as he starts to control my motion with his left hand. I slide my lips continuously up and down his length, taking in as much as I can. The motion is slick as I can taste his precum on my tongue.

“F-fuck!” he grits, thickly, before pulling away. He holds my head in place and slams back into my mouth.

The sudden thrust makes me gag, tears stinging my eyes as he pushes himself deep into my throat.

“Ahhh,” his moans reach beyond my ears to my belly as I feel his tip in the back of my throat. The motion is painful at first. I've rarely done this with Carlos, but as his warm palm brushes the back of my neck and his moans grow louder, the pain vanishes.

I cup his balls, sucking more ferociously, each drive resonating through the room with wet, sucking sounds.

In a split second, Ezra grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me upward before hoisting me onto the operating table in one swift motion. Unmistakable hunger burns in his eyes as I sit with my knees on either side of his thighs.

As much as I ache for him, too, I can’t ignore that he’s hurt. “Ezra, your stitches,” I remind him, breathless. The plan was to give him head and leave him wanting more.

“I’ll be fine,” his tone is thick with arousal, his hands peeling my pajamas off.

I shiver as the cold bites into my skin. I’m now bare… unclad from head to toe. His eyes darken when they settle on my bare chest. His hypnotic stare engulfs me, and I feel goosebumps on my chest.

“But you…” I whimper, but don’t get to make my point. Ezra’s lips find my neck, trailing hot kisses down its length. I gasp, digging my fingers through his hair.

His lips move to my breasts and wrap around a sensitive nipple, sucking and biting teasingly. I can’t help the guttural moan that leaves my lips as I arch my back and push his head closer with my hand on the back of his head.

Before I know it, one long finger slips inside my pussy. My head falls back, and my fingers drop to his back as I dig my nails into his skin.

“Fuck, Ezra!” I moan. I barely have time to adjust to the sweet invasion when he pumps my slippery hole. I rock my hips to the movement, shutting my eyes to revel in the feeling. Then he slams another finger inside me. I claw at his back with a loud gasp. He doesn't stop and, instead, pumps faster until the wet slaps of my flesh are the only sound in the quiet room.

“Mio dio(My God), you are so tight,” Ezra grunts, sounding tortured. “You will take my cock like a good girl.”

If it’s possible, my core moistens even more. I’m now a mess, a pool of desire that only his cock can satisfy. He brings his lips to mine, kissing me long and deep, his fingers still fucking me to ecstasy.

Then, with agonizing slowness, his fingers slip away, replaced by the teasing brush of his cock against my pussy.

My eyes flutter close, followed by a shivery sigh. For a minute, I forget I’m not in this for pleasure. But when the pleasure is this good that it blocks out every other intruding thought, it’s hard to focus.

He grips the base of his cock and feeds it slowly into me. My knees spread willingly as I sink onto his huge length and accept him, all of him. I can’t curtail the loud, long moan that I let out as my pussy hits his base. My fingers around his back tighten. Then, all of a sudden, he winces.

“Shit!” he curses, digging his fingers into my hips. I’m quickly brought out of my reverie.

“What’s wrong?” I stare at his face. Beads of sweat are rolling down his temple, and his face is contorted in slight pain. That’s when I realize I’d tightened my fingers around his stitched shoulder.

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