Page 59 of Married into the Mob
Odell moaned into my mouth as I gripped his swelling length and tugged. The vibrations from his groaning rippled around my mouth, over my jaw, and straight to my dick.
He pulled away and stuck out his tongue, capturing water droplets before slamming his mouth on mine again. I savored his taste, his tiny mewls, his quick little breaths, and his chest heaving against me.
“Yes, Hunter. I’ve been waiting for this.”
“This?” I pulled his cock, allowing my hand to slide ever so slowly from the base to the tip. “Or would you prefer my mouth.”
“Or we could do this?” He took hold of my dick, rubbing over the slit before giving it three quick pumps.
“Dellie! You have to warn me before you do that.”
There was a wicked glint in his eye as he yelled, “Warning!” And tugged my length again. I gulped in mouthfuls of air and water and rested my head on his shoulder as I tried to calm the lust that was threatening to tip me over the edge.
“Did you like that?” he whispered in my ear.
“I did.” But I let go of his cock and cupped his face. Blinking water out of my eyes, I said, “I like you taking charge.”
He traced around my mouth with one finger. “It’s because you’ve loved me since the moment we met, and now that I feel the same, it’s given me the confidence to show you what’s in my heart.”
He already had my heart, and while I adored every part of him, it was his cock, his hole, his mouth, those stunning eyes, and his gorgeous ass I wanted to pay attention to right now.
I lowered my head to his nipple and grazed it with my teeth. He rested his head against the tiles while I flicked it and suckled before sinking to my knees.
I stuck my tongue in his slit as one hand cradled his balls.
Dellie moaned and dragged his nails over my scalp, and I shivered at the delicious mingling of pain and pleasure. I swallowed the head. It was soft and warm and oh so plump. Easing one finger to his hole, I prodded around the puckered entrance, slippery with slick, and he yanked my hair while leaning back, the shower now hitting his chest as water sprayed off his skin.
“More, please.”
I pulled off him with a pop, and he whined that I was no fun.
“Don’t worry, Dellie.” My voice was an octave lower than normal. “I predict there’s lots of fun and oodles of pleasure in your future.
“There better be.” He tugged at my hair, and I winced, enjoying the tingling the pain produced. I inserted the tip of my finger in his hole while stroking his balls. His body jerked, and his arousal, glistening with water and traces of saliva, slapped my cheek.
Running my tongue along one side of the shaft, I flicked the head. Air whooshed out of my mate’s mouth, and he bucked his hips. My finger slid in up to the first knuckle.
“Yes, Hunter. Fuck me hard.”
A fire ignited in my belly as I finger-fucked him, in and out, with copious amounts of slick coating my fingers, the scent almost overpowering the floral body wash. I wanted to make him feel good and to hear him scream my name when he came.
But Odell took charge and grabbed his length, pressing the tip against my mouth. Pursing my lips, I swallowed an inch while grasping the base and pumping, my clenched hand meeting my lips. I tugged, sucked, and finger-fucked him as he whimpered, fisting my hair and clawing at my shoulder.
“Hunter.” His hips were moving in tandem with my finger, now two fingers in his ass, as well as me sucking him off. His knees sagged, and he braced himself against the wall, panting that he might not last long.
That was my signal to slow down. Gripping the base, I let his cock slide from my mouth while curling my finger inside his channel. Using light feathery strokes, I glided the fingers on my other hand over his thighs, and he placed both hands behind my head and pulled me close.
With a face full of crotch, I breathed him in, the tantalizing combination of aromas tickling my nose and engorging my dick. I nuzzled him before moving backward and observing his length,more pink than before thanks to all my attention, coated in slippery saliva.
Giving my mate no warning, I took him in my mouth. He yelped, and I sucked him hard and fast. His butt bumped against the wet tiles as my finger went in and out of his channel. His body shuddered, and he gripped my shoulders as if they were his lifeline. He spasmed, and with a mouth full of cock, I glanced up. His eyes were scrunched closed and he was mumbling, “So good,” as he pumped his dick into my mouth.
But his mouth widened, his head fell back, and he came, spurting cum into me.
I waited until the spasms subsided and swallowed before gripping his hips to stop his downward slide. Making sure all the soap had been rinsed off, I turned off the water and wrapped him in a towel.
Laying him on the bed, I dried him and went to cover him up. But he opened one eye.
“I’m not sleepy and have no intention of dozing off.”
