Page 86 of Lourdes & the Mafia
Holy fuck.
I gag around him, my eyes watering as he hits the back of my throat.
The sensation of being so full, with Lorenzo pounding into me and Ramiel’s dick in my mouth has me overwhelmed.
But Lorenzo slows, as if he can feel what is coursing through me, and leans down, kissing the side of my neck where I’m most sensitive.
“Take him, Amore, take his cock in your mouth like I know you can.”
His words relax me. I’ve never done this before and I don’t want to mess this up, but somehow it seems to work. His words seem to work as my mouth opens wider, taking the long length of Ramiel down my throat. I breathe through my nose, concentrating.
Lorenzo’s hips press to mine, his dick against my walls. He presses a tender kiss to my neck.
“That’s it. My perfect, beautiful girl, you take his cock so good, don’t you.”
My pussy gushes liquid and it squirts out from between our slick bodies, creating a wet sound as our waists slap together.
It’s vulgar and absolutely filthy.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I run my tongue around the underside of his dick, lapping it up. Saliva pools out the sides of my mouth, dribbling down my chin. His salty taste is an addiction, and I suck harder, wanting to lap every last drop of him up.
“Vidente…”
Ramiel’s groan has my attention riveted on him. He’s biting his bottom lip, staring at me with reverence in his eyes that I want to shy away from.
Only because no one has ever looked at me like that before.
Like I hold the secrets to the universe within me and he means to unlock every single one.
Like I’m someone worthy of love and other things.
It gives me renewed vigor and I suck hard, sliding up and down his dick while Lorenzo moves in and out of me.
Ramiel throws his head back, exposing the strong arch of his throat. I feel powerful in this moment. I feel like I can do anything, all because I’m bringing a king of hell, a leader of the Underworld mafia, to such heights of pleasure.
And I want him to relinquish all control to me.
I graze my teeth against his skin and he lets out a curse in his demon language.
Shadows explode behind him, framing his muscular body, rearranging themselves into the shapes and arches of wings…
A moment later they disappear.
And my orgasm approaches at a fast pace.
“Yes,” Lorenzo groans. “Come for us, Amore. Come for us like a good, perfect girl.”
“I am going to come, vidente,” Ramiel adds.
He reaches his release first, exploding into my mouth.
I swallow jets of cum down my throat. I take everything I can before he pulls away.
The moment he does, my own release crests. Higher and higher, already upon me.
“Will you take my knot, Amore?”
