Page 54 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

My mouth salivates even more as he fills me, the iron heat that pushes down my tongue, grates light against my teeth and hits the back of my throat, making me choke and shudder, and then… then he’s deeper.

Callahan holds that position, little micro thrusts that turnme on, making my pussy wetter as his fingers start to push in with more ease and the pleasure starts to ascend.

My head swims, black dots appear, and I swallow frantically, trying to ease his blocking of airways, trying to breathe. I gag and retch and still he doesn’t move, just the micro thrusts and moans of pleasure from him that do nothing to ease my situation.

And then everything starts to darken, turn dreamy.

I’m losing consciousness, the tension ratcheting up and then suddenly sliding away.

He pulls out and I breathe in, choking as pleasure blooms inside of me, spreading into every cell. He plunges back in. Over and over until I’m borderline coming.

Callahan stops. “Breathe, baby, and get ready.”

With that he pushes back in, thighs pressed on either side of my head as he hammers me, down my throat, and he stretches out. His mouth hits my clit and he sucks, swirling his tongue.

I come. Hard. The waves hit, bigger and bigger, and he doesn’t stop. He pulls another orgasm from me as I start to float, his cock still in my mouth.

Then he pulls out, and a thick string of drool follows, dripping over me.

He pulls his fingers out and bends down, turning my face, and he kisses me lewdly with the ring still in place, his tongue its own invasion and I suck at it, frantic, needing him, needing more.

I’m fluttering with the aftermath of my orgasm, still tied up, open and wet to the world, and the only thing I care about is his tongue. I keep sucking, licking it, running my tongue over the piercing. And he turns it and sucks my tongue with a ferocity that feeds my fire. Our tongues duel,twist, and stroke.

Then he breaks that kiss, mouth sex, whatever you want to call it.

He gets up and uses my dress to wipe my mouth. Then he raises my head and I can see down the length of my body. To the glass wall beyond. I’m past caring. I need more. I want more.

“Fuck me, Callahan,” I say, my voice thick.

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I grab my cock,vaguely aware that someone’s knocking on the locked door.

They can fucking wait. I’m not done.

There’s no way in hell her first fuck is happening in a sex club. I’m a pervert, but I’m not that much of a cunt. At least, not when it comes to pretty Lucie Joy.

I need relief, though. I should have come the fuck down her throat, made her pass out. As it was, I played it dangerously close.

But I want her fully functioning, not passed out.

I want her punch drunk in the right ways when it comes to this experience. But it’s time to mark her once more. The final precursor to sex, the sealing the ownership deal.

Lucie could try and run if she’s a fool, but I already know I’d kill anyone in my way and burn down the world to get her back in my arms, in my home.

Love has nothing to do with anything. Obsession’s a strange beast, and the one I have for her surpasses anything I’ve ever felt in my life, even that one time I was very young and thought I was in love.

Lucie is mine. Anywhere she tries to go, I’ll find her.

Shit. That makes me even harder, and I’m already too damn close.

She watches me, dazed, lying there naked… shit, she’s a fucking full-on triple-X dream.

The personification of sex.

I start to stroke my dick, fingering each piercing, and her hungry gaze is on each movement, on my cock.

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