Page 42 of Mafia Heiress
“Do your worst, Marine.”
He growls at the nickname and then pushes my leggings and panties off my legs. Gripping my knees he pries them open, exposing me to him. He lets out a soft pant and his burning need engulfs me as his nimble fingers make their way from my thighs to my core.
The first brush is like ice on my sensitive flesh. It feels so good it burns. He makes delicious circles with his fingertips, keeping the pressure just enough, so that I’m panting for more.
Leaning down he brushes a kiss against my lips, making me want him even more. These tiny touches are driving me insane. I need him to fill me up.
“Please, Dante. Make it go away.”
He bites my lip before plunging in a finger, pumping in and out. My pussy clenches around him and I lose myself for a moment in the bliss of having him fill me up. He adds another finger, making a come hither motion, searching for that sweet spot, before breaking from our kiss.
I make a noise of objection, but when he starts to kiss his way down to my core, I can't seem to remember what I was annoyed about. When he reaches the spot where I’m in need of him the most, I thrust my hands into his hair and pull him down.
He lets out a laugh before his hot breath encapsulates my sensitive nub. Noise erupts from me, something between a mewl and a plea. It's foreign to me, but Dante seems to love it. His instinct is to give me what I want.
He slowly pulls out of me, his attention turns to my clit as he flattens his tongue, lapping at me as if I was his last meal.
"Delicious," he says as he blows on my pussy, and I almost come right then.
"Dante, I need to come."
"Say please."
I glare, but the word comes out anyway. I want it more than anything right now. I'd give up worlds for him to get me to the brink, his sexy as fuck smirk making my insides clench. I can't wait until we're able to fuck. It's going to be glorious.
He placesmy feet flat on the couch spreading my knees apart before settling between them. His attention makes me heat up even more, and God if he doesn't hurry the fuck up I might explode from just a look.
His fingers go back to teasing my opening before he slips three fingers inside. I buck at the pressure, but when he starts to move them I cry out. His speed increases and before I'm aware of what's happening he's fucking me so hard that his knuckles are punching my outer lips.
"You like when I finger fuck you? Rough and controlling? Tell me, Jack, how much do you want this dick right now?"
"Oh,fuck yes, but I need to come. Put your lips on my clit, suck hard so you can taste all of me."
His smile widensas he lowers his head. And suck he does. My own personal vacuum. My orgasm hits hard and fast, the kind that makes you fall in on yourself. I milk his fingers wishing it was his cock cradled inside of me.
He massagesme until I come down from that, opening my eyes and looking at the outline of his very hard cock confined by his sweatpants. "I want you so fucking much right now."
"Then take me. I'm not going to say no."
"You got shot not even twenty-four hours ago. I can't take the chance that I could make you hurt worse."
"What if Iordered you to? Threatened to take you out of the game if you didn't."
His fingers make lazy circles all over my core, bringing me up to where I want to be again. It feels like I'm going to be driven mad with need.
"You can't order me. That isn't how this works."
"It does and you will."
I move myself to a sitting position, flinching slightly and get to my feet. I let the button-down fall to the floor so that I'm in front of him totally naked. He grabs his cock through his pants and adjusts himself.
"Don't you want to come inside of me? Fill me with your seed? Watch me milk your cock for everything it's got? I know you do, Dante. Let me ease the ache for both of us."
"Fuck, Jack. You're going to be the death of me."
"Death by orgasm doesn't seem like a terrible way to go."
He slips his pants down to his thighs and I climb on top of him, bracing myself on his shoulders. I don't take him inside of me right away. Instead, I rub my wetness all over him, staring into his eyes, and it's his turn to hiss out his pleasure.
