Page 92 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

Without warning, she impales herself on me, swallowing me down, and as she chokes, she starts to bob on the head of my cock.

My Lucie’s fucking talented.

“Yes…”

She’s choking herself, her throat swallowing, over and over like she’s trying to take me deeper, like she’s gagging, and it’s such fucked-up bliss.

I want to come.

I want to grab her harder, pull her even farther against me so my cock’s as far down her throat as I can get it. I don’t even care if she can breathe in that wild, insane moment.

But I don’t.

Instead, I pull her off me and drag her to the bed, throwing her down. “Ass or cunt?”

“Ass.”

“Fuck, Lucie. Are you trying to win awards?”

But I don’t waste time. I pull her to the edge of the bed and part her legs, pushing them up and back. She holds them for me. Without me asking. Fuck.

I drop, ripping off her underwear, and I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy. I fuck her with it, using my fingers to toy with her asshole as I suck on her clit.

Standing, I plunge deep into her cunt. Balls deep, and she cries out.

But it’s not enough. I rip the dress so I can see her, and as I pull out, I watch her stomach, how when I plunge back in it bulges a little from my dick. I do this over and over a few times, and then I pull out as the tiny ripples of pre-orgasm stir deep within her. I push back on her calves so I can seeher ass, her wet cunt, swollen, red, slightly open from my tongue.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen, next to Lucie’s face.

After I’ve prepped her tight hole with my fingers, I push into her ass, holding her in a position where she has to take me.

I could hammer into her like I’m pile driving if I pushed back on her legs a little more, but I don’t.

Instead, I ease in until I’m buried in her. “Next time, Lucie, I’m taking you on all fours. From behind.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Dirty little slapper.”

Her glazed eyes narrow. “I’m assuming that’s mean.”

And I pump into her, coming down over her so I can taste her lips, so I can taste me, and she can taste herself. A reciprocal sexual round robin. “Oh, it is.” I kiss her again, she’s so fucking delicious. “But I don’t mean it.”

I stop talking because she’s moving as much as she can, pushing her hips up to fuck me, too. I suddenly roll us so she’s on top, legs on either side, and I hold her hips.

“Do your best, Lucie.”

And she fucking does. She takes me slow, like she’s reveling in each rung of my ladder, like she’s savoring the push and pull of my cock as she rides it.

She’s got a cruel streak, a natural born sadist as she takes it so slow it’s borderline hurting because I’m on the edge of coming; only my tattered control is holding me back.

Rising and falling, Lucie takes us on a journey and she adds some rocking to it, pulling at my nipple piercings. From somewhere there’s a whine, but I ignore it as she looks at me.

“Help, please. I can’t… I can’t…”

“What, Lucie Joy?”

“I can’t quite come.”

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