Page 53 of Heir of Darkness

“No.”

She enjoyed that fact a little bit too much. It gave her a power she didn’t realize she could have, an edge on the fact she was his first everything, making her feel dizzy with need. She felt daring and bold.

So she asked, “Could I?”

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned out. “Only if you want to.”

“I want to,” she said, reaching for his towel and undoing it so he was exposed once again. Her eyes fell on his cock before going back to his eyes. He was completely naked, extended on the entire length of the pool chair.

Luna swallowed, already feeling the familiar heating in her core. She leaned over him, pressing her lips against his softly, but it seemed like soft and gentle weren’t in his vocabulary because his hand was tangled up in her hair, crushing her lips against his. She trailed her hand along his neck before tracing the skin of his chest. His skin lit up in goosebumps from her touch, his body immediately becoming in tune with it.

Luna pulled away slightly, placing a kiss against his jaw, then the skin of his neck, gradually making her way down. His breath hitched, letting her do whatever she wanted.

She left open-mouthed kisses along his chest, hoping that it would leave a mark on him like all the ones he left on her. She moved lower, now running her mouth over every ab that lined his stomach. He flexed when her lips moved closer to the hair that created a trail to his now obviously hard cock.

Luna looked up at him, a little grin on her face when she saw he was in pain from her teasing. “You’re going to kill me,” he groaned.

She had never touched a man before, but she had read enough books and seen enough videos to have a general idea ofwhat to do. With that, Luna sat up, reaching her hand out to grasp him. He tensed when she wrapped it around his cock.

She needed two hands to cover the length of him, which left her feeling intimidated. There was no way he was going to fit inside her mouth. She tightened her hands, moving it up his shaft and then back down.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Just like that, baby.”

She took that as her cue to lean down, using her tongue to lick his tip. The salty pre-cum touched her tongue and she didn’t hate the taste. She continued licking him, using his groans as an indication she was doing something right.

Then she took him into her mouth, only fitting a couple of inches, but it was enough to have him wrap his hand into her hair. She pulled back, taking in a deep breath. “Can you guide me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Absolutely.”

Her mouth surrounded him again, but this time he lowered her head until his cock hit the back of her throat, forcing her to cough. He let up, forcing her to get some air before he did it again. She got the routine down quick, sucking when he pulled her head up and using her hand on the space her mouth couldn’t reach.

“Fuck, just like that. You’re such a good girl,” he praised.

Those words sent dopamine straight into her brain, encouraging her movements all the more. Her jaw was already becoming sore, but she forced herself to push through it for him. Every groan out of his lips, the tensing of his muscles, pushed her to send him over the edge—to watch the big bad mafia heir lose control.

He lifted his hips, thrusting into her mouth when she came back down. It pushed his cock deeper, nearly suffocating her. Saliva dripped out the sides of her mouth, tears slipped from her eyes, but he didn’t let up.

And she didn’t want him to.

Luna could tell that he enjoyed the way she choked on his cock—something about being able to own her mouth, knowing that he was the only one who would ever fuck it.

He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, keeping her there as bead after bead of cum erupted out of him. Tears stung her eyes and her lungs burned from the lack of airflow.

“That’s it,” he moaned. “Take it all, my good girl.”

So, she did.

And finally, when he emptied himself, he pulled out. A mixture of spit and his cum dripped out of her mouth, creating a mess on his stomach and thighs.

Luna took in deep breaths, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Valerio grabbed the back of her head again, kissing her. Lack of air forced Luna to push away. He wiped the remaining tears from under her eyes.

“How was it?” she asked.

“Fucking perfect,” he told her. “Can you spend the night?”

“What time is it?”

He reached for her phone that sat beside them. “Almost three.”

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