Page 61 of Mafia and Gold Digger

“Wider,” I order. “I want to worship your pussy with my tongue.”

Her legs spread more.

But it’s still not enough for me.

I grab her right leg and yank her knee over my shoulder.

“Saint!” she gasps. “I mean, I’m not used to ...”

“A man having his face in your pussy?” I ask while tracing her pussy lips with the lightest touch.

She whimpers as my fingers spread her open.

“You better get used to me being here. Because this is a view I’ll kill for.”

“Fuck, Saint…”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m going to do with my tongue, baby.”

She grips my hair as I bury my face between her legs.

She’s wet. Hot. Perfect.

“But the lights…they’re still on…” Her voice trails off as her head arches back and hips roll against me as I slip my tongue inside her as far as I can and swirl around her entrance.

I give her a long lick and meet her dazed eyes. “I don’t care who the fuck sees you in ecstasy with my head here. And once I finish with you, you won’t even have enough energy to worry about that.”

And that’s what I do as I keep eating her out. Each of her moans is a reward, just like her heel digging into my back as she claws my hair, pulling me tighter against her pussy, grinding until I graze my teeth over her clit, making her mewl with pleasure.

Emerald’s going to learn that I finish what I start, and that means more than making her come just once. I’m not stopping until her legs are shaking and she can’t hold herself up anymore.

Every lick drags her closer to her ecstasy, her grip in my hair tightening as I lap and suck her clit. She tastes so damn good—and even better than she did off my fingers.

Her first orgasm is faster than I expect. She cries out my name, panting. And when she begins to come down, I start feasting all over again.

I don’t want to waste a drop of her pleasure. I want her wetness coating my face with every reminder I can have of her orgasms.

She tightens her hold on me and rides my tongue, panting and whimpering as she takes everything I give her.

She nearly curls over me with her second orgasm. Her legs shake, her hips grind against my mouth. I don’t need to breathe, don’t need to rest. I just need to be the source of every ounce of pleasure she knows.

“Saint, three is too many, I can’t—” But her protests die as her moans take over.

If she’s never gotten the pleasure of coming multiple times, I’m going to make it her new baseline. I’m not stopping until she can’t think. She won’t be able to worry about who might see us here. She won’t be able to focus on anything else. She’ll have me, right here, devoted to her pleasure, and that’s all she needs.

Because there’s one thing I know—that she deserves a hell of a lot more than she’s gotten, and I’m going to be the man who gives it to her.

After another orgasm, she loses her footing, and I catch her in my arms so she’s straddling me. My face is slick, but I lick her wetness from my lips as she watches me, flushed with wild eyes.

“See what good girls get when they behave?” I growl.

I set her on the floor in front of the window. And rolling on a condom, I back her up against the window and thrust my whole length into her in one swift movement, groaning out with pleasure. “Emerald…”

It takes every inch of self-restraint to stop myself from fucking her like an animal.

Hands braced on the window either side of her head, I look down at her. Watching her eyes flutter close, her luscious lips part.

She’s tight, warm, perfect.Mine.

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