Page 42 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
I toss it next to me and rip the old nightgown down the front in two, exposing her.
Oh. Fuck. She’s hot.
Her delicate skin, unmarked and pure—unlike mine—shows her netting of faint blue veins. It looks soft and smooth, like something I want to lick and suck and explore.
I drag in a ragged breath.
Slight abs, a pinched waist, a soft flare to her hips. I take in her tits with their tight, pointy nipples. They’re big, perky, and begging to be touched.
Just like the rest of her.
Pure fucking perfection.
I drop my gaze to her panties.
The see-through lace that sticks to her pussy leaves nothing to the imagination. The softest-looking dark-blond hair is trimmed around her full lips. Her slit peeks through the wet lace.
Oh yeah, she fucking wants me.
“Do it.” Her words are pushed through clenched teeth and I laugh softly, lowering myself to my knees.
I’m going to spank her, whip her into a frenzy, and shut down the frantic part of her brain so the only thing that’s worked up is her appetite for pleasure and pleasing.
But not yet.
First, I’m going to torment her a bit. I trace a finger up the inside of one thigh and then the next, stopping before I get too close to her slick lips.
Harry breathes in sharply. “What… what are you doing? This isn’t?—”
“You’re an expert.”
“I’m not a virgin,” she growls, trying to pull her legs together. But I don’t let her. After all, she offered herself to me.
Her lie sings in the air, sweet and full in its obviousness. No experienced woman would ever fucking ask what I was doing if she had an inkling.
I press her thighs down to the mattress with a light touch and this time, I explore the juncture of her thighs with my mouth, licking up her slightly salty and wildly satisfying juices, edging along the line of her panties.
Christ, I’m so fucking hard I want to jack off. While she watches.
I run my tongue over her upper inner thigh, right at the panty line, and I nudge it a little. Her gasp and shuddering moan are sounds that are going straight to my highlight reel. And then I close my mouth over her lace-covered clit and blow out a breath.
Her body stiffens and a little cry pierces the air.
She’s so fucking ready.
I rise up and sit on the bed. Then I roll her onto my lap and run a hand over the velvet softness of her ass.
“Torin, what… Is this how?—?”
“No one’s that innocent. You said you know how it’s done.”
She tries to wiggle free but I hold her, drawing light patterns on her ass cheeks with my fingertips.
“I do. I was asking if this is how you do it.”
Fuck, she’s funny. “Uh-huh.”
“I’m not a virgin and?—”
