Page 12 of Possessive Mafia Vows

“I’m beautiful,” I whisper.

“Say it like you mean it.” He watches me closely, eyes narrowed. “You want me to make you come, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I want to make you come, Sienna. I want to suck this pussy dry, but I can’t do it until you tell me you’re beautiful.”

“I’m beautiful.”

My breathing is growing ragged, and he still hasn’t touched me, but my pussy remembers. It remembers, and now that we’ve come this far, it’s pleading for him to fuck me with his tongue.

“That’s better.” Without warning, he drags his tongue between the folds of my sex and the reaction is instantaneous. “You taste so fucking good, Sienna. Sweeter even than I remember and fuck, those memories have kept me going all this time.”

He spreads my legs even further, and I arch my back, pushing my sex onto him. He licks around the outside of my pussy, dragging his tongue back and forth and teasing me with the tip just far enough inside to promise me the orgasm to end all fucking orgasms.

His tongue comes out, and he kisses the scars above my mound.

I know what he can see. I’ve studied the shiny skin in the mirror until I could recreate it on canvas with my eyes closed. But for the first time, I don’t feel as though I need to hide it.

Kyle inserts a finger inside me. Two fingers. Three. “Don’t come yet, mo leoin.” He finds the spot and drags his hand back and forth across it while his tongue catches my juices. “How fucking wet are you? You’ve been saving this up for me, haven’t you?”

The fingers slide out. His tongue replaces them, my pussy clenching around him. My breathing is ragged; it was ragged from the moment he opened me up, and the lack of oxygen reaching my brain is making the world spin.

There is only his tongue. Nothing else exists.

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

Back and forth, my pussy throbbing, my clit tingling. My orgasm explodes, and Kyle holds my thighs, his tongue relentless. The spasms just keep coming and coming.

I barely have a chance to catch my breath before Kyle lowers me back onto the desk. He raises my legs and rests them over his shoulders while he unzips his pants and releases his cock. Gripping it with one hand, he rubs it around my sex, smothering it with my cum.

“Guide me in.” He places my hand around his girth.

He’s solid and silky at the same time. I place the head inside my pussy and thrust my hips, pushing myself onto him. Deeper and deeper. Till I think there’s nowhere else for him to go, and then he leans over me, raising my ass off the table and giving him the extra space he needs to fill me up.

My eyes widen. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.

I can taste me on his tongue. I still hear Kyle’s words from almost six years ago:All I’m doing is waking you up. The rest is down to you. His kisses are demanding. There’s no air for me to breathe but his, and that’s okay. It’s exactly as it should be.

His cock pounds into me. Our bodies merge into one happy chaotic mess of cum and pre-cum, and I know that if I could pull him in any deeper, I would.

“I’ve waited so long for this, Sienna.” His words bleed into my mouth, and I’m not even sure if I imagined them.

“Me too.”

He pauses, just long enough for me to see the glimmer in his eyes, and then his mouth smothers mine again, and his body judders as he fills me up with his cum.

When we are both still, he smooths the hair away from my face. “You’re even more beautiful than in my memories. Promise me that you’ll always remember this. No matter what happens, you’ll never forget how special you are.”

I reach up and kiss the tip of his nose while his dick shrinks inside me, and my pussy squeezes him out. “No matter what happens? Why does this sound like goodbye?”

He nuzzles his nose against mine. “It’s only goodbye if that’s what you want.”

“It isn’t.” And I mean it.

He supports his upper body on his elbows, and it feels like we’re in a tiny cave, shielded from the world outside. Nothing bad can happen to me here. I feel it, and I believe it, and the tiny part of my consciousness that understands this moment won’t last forever is thankfully silent.

“Sienna, I?—”

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