Page 111 of Dirty Mafia Torment
No nerve goes untouched. No part of me safe from his attention.
I lose sense of space, of time, of myself. Then a flicker of panic slices through the pleasure, and I lift up fast, breath catching, afraid I might’ve smothered him.
But his voice rips through the haze, rough and hungry. “What the fuck are you doing? Ride my face.”
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my lips, my inhibitions gone. “When I come,” I gasp, locking eyes with him. “I’m drawing an F across your face.”
Despite knowing it’s anatomically impossible, that women aren’t built with the same equipment as men, his eyes flash with pleasure. “That’s right, babe. Mark me as yours.”
He tilts his head, then licks me from bottom to top.
My thighs tremble when I feel his finger at my folds. “No. I want your mouth.”
“I haven’t fingered you properly yet.”
I shake my head.
He gives my hips a sharp tug, and I fall onto his face. Discussion muted.
This time, his movements are slow and gentle, forcing me to grind harder against him. It’s the promise of what’s to come that sends shivers up my spine, my climax building.
His hands cup my ass, and fingertips dip between my cheeks.
I’m frantic at this point, chasing my climax. So he catches meoff guard.
Tthe tip of his finger push against my backside and I still.
“Renzo,” I cry out.
He drives it deep, at the same time pitching me forward and impaling me on his tongue.
Holy shit. The pressure’s exquisite.
I test the waters, shifting up and down. Then, I give over to it fully, frantically fucking his mouth and finger until I shatter.
He isn’t done, though, sliding me back across his hips before thrusting up into me. Frantically. Furiously. Stretching me with his pretty dick and making me question why I hesitated to have sex with him.
How could I pass on this insane pleasure?
I roll up and place a palm on his taut stomach, balancing myself as I take back control.
“That’s my girl,” he growls. “Fuck me while I’m helpless and at your mercy.”
Wrong words. I’m not his girl. As for helpless or at someone’s mercy…
I allow my weight to take him deeper.
He hisses, and I smile.
My gaze drops. My dress is ruined. Straw clings to my thighs, his chest. But I’m more interested in how we’re joined, and watch the way my flesh parts to accept him, how my clit is flushed pink, how wet I am, how good his pretty cock feels.
“You like what you see, dirty girl?” He flexes his hips, and I gasp. “You enjoying the view, and how well your tight cunt milks my dick?”
“Yes. Keep talking.”
“Tell me to take your ass. Penetrate you with my finger and dick.”
I’m already falling forward, and he’s already sliding home.
