Page 43 of The Mafia Enforcer's Temptation
The angry desire flares.
I lick around the underside of the head and use my hand to knead his balls.
But it’s not enough. I open my mouth and take him deep, my tongue moving against the underside of his cock as I suck.He’s so big and hard and hot. Silk and steel. The ridges from the piercings slide over my tongue, along the roof of my mouth.
And then I start to bob, a long, slow beat all the way to the back of my throat and then to the tip and back again.
He feels good. A little too big but good. I want him deeper, even though my eyes water and drool starts to soak my chin and chest.
Murphy groans, and I glance up at him. He has my panties pressed to his nose and he’s breathing me in, eyes on me.
My pussy spasms.
I keep going, and I have no idea if I’ve been doing this for ten minutes or one. He doesn’t mention the time again. Just one word. “Faster.”
Then another. “Yes.”
Each word spurs me on, and I’m caught up in the act, trying to suck with my lips tight around him to give more friction, slipping a hand up my thigh to my pussy while I work him.
“Harder.
“Deeper.
“Fuck.”
The words fall fast from his lips. And I do as he demands.
Suddenly his cock twitches and hot cum floods my mouth.
I pull off him and open wide, tilting my head upward to show him. Then I swallow.
His expression turns feral and my pussy spasms again.
Murphy fists my hair and pulls me up, crushing his mouth to mine. He kisses me deeply, it’s dark and savage and hot and wild.
Everything in me is in a free fall with nowhere to land, but the thrill of the fall is enough. The orgasmic rush of adrenaline and every beat of the blood in my veins cries outmore.
He leads me across the room until we bump into a high-backed armchair, and he pushes me down, breaking the kiss. Hetakes my legs, pulls me to the edge, and spreads them over each arm so my pussy’s exposed, open for his viewing pleasure.
Murphy stands there for a long moment, staring, like my pussy’s going to be on an exam and he needs to memorize every inch of it.
The moment’s excruciatingly embarrassing and insanely hot. I go from wanting to clamp my thighs together to wanting to spread myself for him so he can really get his fill.
Murphy drops down to his knees, fingers biting into my thighs. He doesn’t utter a word, just dives in.
“Ungh.” I can’t even form a coherent word as my brain goes haywire, short-circuiting. My pussy’s suddenly wired into my pleasure center, and every stroke and swirl of his tongue inside me is bliss. It etches itself into my memory and I’m levitating, flying above the clouds in a blissful fog of euphoria.
Then he closes in on my clit and he drives two fingers into me. I scream, unable to stop the sound from breaking free.
Everything implodes for a moment, sucking all the oxygen from me until it mushrooms out into a momentous explosion and I’m nothing but sweet, singing pleasure.
My whole being throbs and writhes, and I’m so lost in the moment I barely register him pulling me to my feet. I stumble, my legs buckling, but he half lifts me, the guttural, animal sound he makes feeding into my orgasm. Another wild roll of pleasure surges through me as I land face down on the desk.
Things go flying into the air around me.
He pushes me down, holding me in place. Using his fingers, he drives into my pussy again, working me right up to another wave, and as it crashes, he pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock into my ass.
I go rigid, the orgasm and discomfort at war as he slams in to the hilt, balls slapping me. Then he holds.
