Page 73 of Possessive Mafia Vows

“Good girl.”

He licks my lips. The dip between my collarbones. The scars tracking their way across my chest. My nipples. My belly button.

Not being able to see him means that I’m following him by the trail he leaves behind on my body. My pussy is waiting. And fuck does he know it.

So, he keeps going. He kisses my hips. I know what he can see, the puckered flesh, the shiny pink ridge of the scars resulting from the car crash, but I focus on his tongue instead. Where he’s going. What he’s going to do next.

He rolls me sideways and traces damp swirling patterns across my butt cheeks making me flinch as he finds a spot that I never knew was ticklish. He’s quiet. He doesn’t want me to preempt his next move.

He raises my right leg. His kisses travel down the back of my thigh. He sucks on the skin at the back of my knee, and keeps moving down to my ankle, the tender flesh on the sole of my feet, my toes. His tongue flickers in and out, and I barely have a chance to wonder how there can be so many sensitive nerve endings between your toes when he slides my legs apart and pushes my knees backward, raising my butt off the floor.

He rips my panties from me and supports my legs easily with his shoulders. “You’re learning. Keep being a good girl and I’ll make you come, leoin. Would you like that?”

I’m panting just at the thought of his tongue dragging across my clit. “Yes.”

“You’ll have to try harder.” His accent is even more lilting than usual.

“Yes, I’d like that.” The words tumble out.

He slides a finger inside me. “You’re wet, Sienna,” he drawls. “Are you a little bit excited?”

“More than a little bit.”

The finger comes out and his cock lands heavily between my legs. My pussy clenches expectantly. But Kyle is enjoying the game too much. He thumps my sex with the end of his cock, rubbing it between my folds, covering it in my juices.

And I lay there with the flashing lights behind my eyelids and the eerie image of me naked and blindfolded on Kyle’s living room floor, with my hands tied behind my head.

I’ve never felt so vulnerable or so sexy before.

I gasp out loud when Kyle’s mouth sucks on the outside of my sex. He sucks and licks, his tongue exploring every part of my exposed pussy, teasing my clit with tiny gentle licks before sucking my juices from me some more.

I thrust my hips towards him. Desperate. And his palm slaps my other butt cheek.

“What did I say?” He sits back, but keeps my legs raised. “I’m starting to think that you don’t want me after all.”

“I do.”

“You do what, Sienna?”

“I do want you.” My heart is racing. “Please, or I’ll come without you, Kyle.”

His low chuckle reaches my ears. “Much as I’d love to see that, I’m not letting you have all the fun without me.”

My pussy is suddenly filled with his fingers. He’s sliding them in and out of me, and my legs start trembling. I’m too close.

“Lick me, Kyle.”

His fingers pull out. Without warning, they’re in my mouth, and I can taste myself, and I’m whimpering without even realizing.

Then he’s gripping my thighs with both hands, and I can hardly breathe with my knees crushing my chest. But his tongue is inside me, and I’m already spiraling towards the orgasm that has been waiting to explode since we entered his apartment.

“Come for me, leoin. Come all over my face.”

I don’t respond. My body is already spasming, my eyes rolling back into my head, as the orgasm takes over.

It keeps coming and coming.

I’m still in the throes when Kyle lowers my legs and rolls me over, my wrists still bound to the table leg, my eyes still covered. He pulls my hips towards him and fucks me from behind on his knees, drawing his cock all the way out and ramming it back in again until we finally collapse into a messy panting heap on the floor.

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