Page 72 of Possessive Mafia Vows

His cock is still hard. I can feel it bobbing between my thighs as if waiting to come home.

“Yes?” His mouth smothers mine, and I feel myself drifting away on a vessel of mingled breaths and overpowering lust.

I can’t even remember what I wanted to say.

He lowers me gently back onto the floor and pulls off my pants. He spreads my legs wide and sucks my pussy through my panties. It shouldn’t feel this sexy, but my orgasm starts to build the instant he tugs them aside and starts sucking on my clit.

“Nu-huh.” He raises his head, his trim beard glistening with my juices. “I know you want it, but you’re gonna have to wait.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Okay, perhaps we need a lesson in how to be patient.”

A low gurgling chuckle escapes my throat before I can stop it. “And you’re going to teach me?”

So quickly, I barely register his movement, he snatches my sweater from the sofa, wraps it tightly around my wrists, raises my arms above my head and fastens them securely to the leg of the coffee table. I could probably free myself if I tried, but I don’t. The excitement coursing through my veins and the wetness seeping between my legs is enough for me to play along.

“What are you doing?—”

He smothers my mouth with his. His tongue is everywhere, his teeth are biting into the soft flesh around my lips, and my pussy starts thrumming wildly.

“Did I ask you to speak?” The gleam in his eyes as he pulls away and looms over me is wicked.

“No.”

“Do you know what happens when you speak out of turn, leoin?”

“You’ll fuck me harder?” My voice is playful, the excitement evident.

His lips quirk upward at the corners. “Only if you’re a good girl.” I’ve never heard his voice sound this husky before.

His lips brush mine. He drags his tongue along my jawline until it finds my ear. “Do you trust me?”

His breath on my neck is warm, and shivers travel down my spine. I instinctively open my legs. My panties are saturated.

“Yes.” I don’t even question it.

His shirt appears from nowhere. He rolls it into a long narrow strip of cloth and places it over my eyes, fastening it at the back of my head.

His mouth crushes my lips, his tongue probing.

I don’t know how it’s possible, but being blindfolded heightens the sensation by a hundred times. I sink into the lights popping and flashing behind my eyelids and return his kisses.

The instant my tongue meets Kyle’s he pulls away. There’s a stinging sensation in my nipple, and he leans in close to my ear again. “Naughty leoin. I didn’t tell you to kiss me back.”

“But…” I lick my lips, and he tweaks my nipple again.

“Your lips are mine. I’ll lick them when I’m ready.”

He pulls away, and his absence raises goosebumps on my skin. My ears keen for a whisper of his movements, but I don’t hear a thing.

Then he rubs my lips with the end of his cock, and I can taste him all over again. I instinctively open my mouth to take him, and he rolls my hips sideways, slapping my ass with the palm of his hand. It stings a little. And my sex reacts, drawing me closer to my orgasm without him even touching me.

His cock is back, and this time he pushes the end between my lips. “Lick me, leoin. Lick me like I’m the best popsicle you’ve ever tasted.”

I lick around the head, tasting the residue of his cum. I drag my tongue along his length, circling the rim, and forcing it into the slit. He pulls away, just enough to make me follow him with my mouth, and I do, like a groupie chasing her favorite rock star.

His mouth closes around my tongue without warning. He sucks, and a low groan escapes my lips.

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