Page 32 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

“Christ, you’re making me crazy, doing things I know I shouldn’t,” he murmurs against my lips.

He slides off the bed to part my thighs, and then he pulls my panties aside. His tongue swipes my slit and I gasp. Each long, hard lick sizzles my soul.

He thrusts his tongue inside of me, deep enough that the stud softly strokes against my clit and I moan, gasping and grabbing at his hair.

Oh God, he’s phenomenal. The one time a boy, my boyfriend at the time, touched my pussy. It was good because it was new, but it didn’t do anything, really. I never came, and when I refused to have sex, he dumped me.

But this…

This makes me feel completely untouched by anyone but Callahan.

He taunts and teases with his fingers, not penetrating, just fluttering them against me like tiny little strokes over my wet flesh. Then he moves up, licking and sucking until he’s at my clit. Stars explode, and it’s heat, wetness, soft strokes that bring the kind of pleasure I can’t even begin to describe. It builds, so big, so powerful and consuming, and then… oh, fuck. Then he uses his tongue, rubbing the piercing on my clit.

My body shakes and trembles. I grip the sheet in my fists, my heart thrashing. I come hard, andit doesn’t stop after a few seconds. The waves of euphoria crash, sweeping me up higher and higher, the soft suck and stroke of his tongue and mouth, the work of the stud keeps it all teetering close to being too much, but I never crash. The waves just get bigger and bigger, launching me to a place I thought was only an urban legend. It brings tears to my eyes and I can’t silence my screams any longer.

It’s too much. Not enough.

And I know I’m going to want more. I’m addicted.

“Lucie?”

“W-what?”

“I only ate you out, it wasn’t exactly life-changing.”

Not to him, but to me… new heavens opened. All the lightbulbs switched on. It was a sexual freaking awakening and all he did was… that.

“I-I’m okay, it was just, um, new.”

He pulls me up from the bed and I have no choice but to follow his lead. He wipes his mouth, then kisses me. “You should know how fucking sweet and amazing you taste. I think… no, Iknowyou have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tried.”

A surge of darkness slices through me, like a claw, and I’m not sure what to say in response. “Uhhh, thanks” doesn’t feel quite right. So I grasp at humor instead. “Should I go to my doctor, get my blood glucose looked at?”

He smirks. “You taste good is what I’m saying.”

“Out of the countless women you’ve had. I get it.”

I turn to stomp toward my bathroom when he stops me, gripping my wrist tight. “Jealous?”

Am I?

Crap. I am. How? I don’t even know him or like him. He turns me on, yes, but so could a lamppost with some level of sexual experience. I’m prime, ready to be plucked. He stole the first real bite and is nowdevouring me whole.

“I need a shower. My brain’s turned to metaphors and bad clichés.”

“Don’t shower, don’t do your hair. Put on the dress you wore earlier. I liked that. The gold suits you and your hair.”

“Dirty carrot.”

He laughs. “Is that some sex code because I could work with that.”

“No. My hair. That’s the color. Sort of orange, but not even that interesting. And a little mousy. Like a dirty carrot.”

“It’s like the best of fall. I fucking love it. Get changed. And pack whatever you want to come with you. Important shit. I’ll buy you whatever else you need.”

I pull off the ruined wedding dress and just leave it in a puddle, then I see the super sexy lingerie Mom bought me when I wasn’t looking.

It’s lace and netting and it’s going to cover nothing. She got it in black, so I pull on the balconette bra and the panties.

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