Page 7 of Christmas Mafia Prince
“Keep your teeth to yourself. What doyounot like, husband?” he asks.
It’s hard to process the question when everything I like is right in front of me. “D-don’t make me vomit?” I say quietly, kinda embarrassed, because I don’t want the idea turning him off, but I’ve had a few guys fuck my throat too hard, even when I tried to tap out, and it sucked. Pun unintended.
I suckle the cockhead with a happy groan, all the horny sparks bouncing under my skin. I salivate already, because he’s delicious, and while I can taste a faint hint of soap from a recent shower, his own flavor soon overcomes my taste buds.
“Should I let you set the pace then?” Damen asks as he combs his hand through my hair.
Feeling encouraged, I look up into his eyes while giving his cock little licks with the tip of my tongue. “No, I want you to fuck my mouth, just let me tap out if I need to. But use me at the pace your dick likes. It’s so fucking hot by the way.” I clench my ass just imagining it inside me. It’s big, but not too big for me.
When Damen chuckles, his voice sounds like knives smothered in syrup. “Youwant meto fuck your mouth? To take control anduse youuntil I’m done?” he asks, using my exact words, and be still my beating heart, I’m melting.
This should be terrifying—I’m trapped with a killer—but if danger did not have an arousing effect on me, would I have ever dated people like Happy in the first place?
The dirty talk has me by the balls already.
I nod, then swallow before taking half of his cock in my mouth this time. I’m glad my pants aren’t too tight, because damn is my dick stiff and interested. I slide my hands to his sides and suck, trapped in my personal heaven, high in the sky. Damen smells so good, and the taste of his pre-cum is better than any drink they could serve me here.
“Then we should play a no-hands version of this game,” he says and grabs one of my wrists before guiding it to my nape. The electric charge passing through me makes me spread my knees and move my hips in an effort to rub my cock against the fabric of my pants, but I obey and entwine my fingers at the back of my head.
“That’s it. Yes, I think we will have a lot of fun together,” Damen says as I rub his shaft with my tongue.
Fuck it. I’m gonna enjoy this. He promised me a ring I can keep too. He’s fucking hot, and isn’t violent towardme. I can forget what I saw and focus on the bigger picture. The one in front of me.
I bob my head, testing my gag reflex when his cockhead hits my throat, but I can’t wait for him to move his hips, tofuckme. I miss touching him, but the way he commanded me to hold back is such a turn-on too. For as long as this fuck lasts, I’ll exist solely to serve him. I hope he comes in my mouth so I get to swallow everything.
I’m about to pull up when his hand turns to steel at the back of my head, keeping me with his shaft buried inside my mouth hole.
“That’s it…” he murmurs in that smooth voice. “That’s my good little husband, letting me play how I like to.”
Good. Little. Husband?
That should not have made me moan, but here we are. I’m losing it over something I had no idea would turn me on. I always liked it when my boyfriends were possessive to an unhealthy degree, but none of them had suggested putting a ring on me. If Damen really proposed, would I just overlook the murder stuff and suck his cock every day before breakfast?
“You can take it for me, can’t you? Go on, a little more.”
I whimper as Damen pushes my head lower, but it doesn’t become too much to handle, even when his cockhead pushes down my throat. I’m so focused on his pleasure that I don’t even try to free my hands so I can jerk off.
Even though I want to. Badly.
I’m in bottom heaven and feel every inch making its way inside me as I focus on relaxing so he can have exactly what he needs. When my nose sinks into the musky pubes, cut close to his skin, I utter a soft groan.
How could I not love being on my knees for a man who saved me from a brutal assault, and who is currently taking me away in aprivate jet?
Saliva dribbles down my chin by the time Damen pulls my head back up. I’m lightheaded, unable to breathe freely, but then he forces my head back and kisses my cocksucking lips.
I keep my hands in place despite wishing to wrap my arms around his neck. I might be a rebel in my everyday life, but when a man truly knows what he wants, all I want to do isobey.
We’ve kissed before, but this is different. It’s real. Raw. I’ve seen him do something atrocious, and it gave me a glimpse into who he really is. When his tongue toys with mine, his wet cockhead brushing my chest, I know I’ve never been kissed like this.
It’s as though we’re making a pact without words.
And the way he smells? Jesus fucking Christ. It must be the scent of his arousal mixing with the deep, elegant cologne, because it’s becoming my aphrodisiac. It makes me want to pull away from his soft, hot mouth just so I can suck his cock again.
I whine when he nips my lips, then breathes on them as he speaks. “Relax.”
And I do. My body does it at his command, so by the time he guides me back to his cock and shoves it in me, I can take him deep right away.
“That’s it,husband, satisfy me.”
