Page 42 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

I ignore him and I move closer, licking along the length of him, waiting for him to shove me away, to laugh or tell me how wrong I am. But there’s only a hiss of breath, so I continue, licking him all over, wanting to learn. The silver bars and the piercings that run the length of his cock fascinate me, and I suck at them, licking and kissing. His hand plunges into my hair again.

“Fuck.”

“Do these have a name?” Now I touch, running a finger over each, all the way up until I touch that top one.

“That’s a Jacob’s Ladder,” he says, voice gravelly, “and that’s a Prince Albert. You really should fucking stop.”

I almost ask him if he wants a blow job, but I’m afraid he’ll say no. I shouldn’t want this either, but he shoved me down here, so just one time, I’m going to do it.

If he lets me.

And I’m not giving him the chance to turn me down.

I open my mouth, and I suck the tip of his cock, taking in the head. It’s soft, nice, and the hardness of the piercing is an unexpected and delightful contrast.

“More.”

I go down farther.

I take as much of him as I can and run my tongue over him, sucking hard, and then I come back up. I repeat that a few times, getting farther and farther until his cock hits the back of my throat.

Callahan’s hands tighten in my hair again, and he starts to guide me, use me, show me what he likes. “Suck harder, yes…”

I do. And he forces me down so I swear his cock’s entering my throat. I’m gagging, coughing, drool plastering my stupid baby doll negligee to my breasts, and he makes me go harder.

“Shit.”

I dig my fingers into his thighs as he hammers into my mouth, making my head bob on his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, Lucie. Ah, Jesus…”

With shock, I realize I’m so damn wet and aching. And I like this. I like his cock hammering and thrusting into my mouth and throat. I love the feel of the bars in my mouth as they move with his cock, in and out. And I realize something else.

He’s not pushing me.

I am.

Like a fire’s been lit, I go deeper, harder, and then he grabs my head again and starts to really move me, pushing me down so my mouth is as far down his cock as it’ll go, and then it twitches. Spurts of liquid hit the back of my throat and I swallow and swallow.

It twitches again, and then he pulls out.

“Fuck, Lucie,” he mutters.

And as I slump on the floor, I’m vaguely aware of him dressing and the door opening and closing.

When he’s gone, when he’s left me without a word, I curl up with my arms wrapped around my knees and start to cry.

I don’t know who I hate more right now.

Him… or myself.

THIRTEEN

callahan

My entire dayis fucking shit.

“Christ, Cal, why’re you in such a crap mood?” Seamus asks as he checks his gun.

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