Page 31 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
The simple honesty in that word settles her. She hesitates, then turns forward again, lowering herself back onto her hands. I squeeze her hips gently before letting go.
This time, when I spank her, she counts.
I don’t take my time. I spank her again and again, a steady rhythm, letting the force build with each strike. She gasps, whimpers, but stays where I want her.
Halfway through, she starts pushing her ass back toward my hand. Desperate for more.
By the time we reach ten, her cheeks are flushed pink, and I can see her inner thighs glistening.
My wife likes getting her ass spanked. That’s…exceptionally good to know.
I soothe her with my hands, rubbing her tender skin. Then I kiss each cheek, making her squeal and squirm.
“Lorenzo!” There’s embarrassment and laughter in her voice.
“Don’t be shy now, baby. I want to kiss and lick every part of you. Starting right here.”
I slide a finger between her thighs, brushing her clit. She moans.
One hand on her hip, I flip her onto her back and spread her open. I bury my face between her legs, groaning against her as I taste how ready she is for me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked,” I murmur against her sensitive flesh. “You liked getting spanked, didn’t you? It got you so hot for me.”
She responds with a moan as I dip my tongue into her entrance, lapping at the sweet honey flowing from her.
“My wife likes a little punishment,” I say between long, lavishing licks. “It’s okay, baby. You can give up control to me. Just enough to find your pleasure.”
Mia shakes beneath me. “Oh my God, Lorenzo. It’s so good. Oh...”
I swirl my tongue around her clit, and she practically levitates off the bed. I love how responsive she is, how every little sound and movement tells me how close she is. Her moans get louder, her breathing becomes ragged.
I pull my face away just before she peaks.
“What...” Her eyes fly open, staring at me as I lick my lips slowly, savoring her taste. “What the hell? Why did you stop?”
“This is a punishment.”
Her jaw drops. She looks so outraged I prepare myself for a physical attack.
“Are you kidding me? I thought the spanking was the punishment.”
“That was part one.” I slowly peel off my shirt. “You liked it a little too much.”
I’m unbuttoning my pants now, and her eyes lock on the movement of my hands. When I free my cock, her legs move restlessly against each other, desperately seeking friction.
I stroke myself slowly, watching her watch me. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she breathes. “I want you, Lorenzo.”
My name falling from her lips sends a rush of satisfaction through me.
“Beg.”
“Please,” she says, reaching down to push two fingers inside herself. “It’s not enough. I need you to fill me up.”
Fuck.
I’m panting as I watch her fingers move in and out, my strokes matching her rhythm.
