Page 25 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“You have no idea how much I want to accept that offer, pet.” But I can’t risk scaring her off, and I have a different claim in mind for right now.
Licking her lips, her expression nearly breaks my resolve.
But I hold out my hand in front of her mouth, not quite touching.
“Spit,” I demand simply.
“What are you…?” she whimpers.
Deliberately, teasingly, I lower my hips, so the heated length of my cock brushes on her inner thigh. I can’t contain a groan as the head touches her wetness—both from my tongue and the cream of her arousal. It takes all my control to hold myself there, and not thrust into her warm, tight pussy.
“Unless you want me to take lubrication from a different part of your body,” I rumble, and in my imagination, I rut myself over her already over-sensitised clit, rocking out another climax from her.
I half want her to refuse so I can have the excuse.
She lets out a whimper, and she closes her eyes. “I can’t spit. It’s so dirty.”
Ah, but this is more fun.
“Now.” My tone brooks no argument.
She opens her eyes again and they’re sparkling with disbelief.
“I…”
“I can’t wait any longer, pet.” I shift against her entrance, just the slightest bit.
Her lips pout, and the seconds draw out.
Then she hawk-tuhs onto my palm with the enthusiasm of the perfect little slut she is.
I close my fingers over her saliva, relishing this small piece of her.
“Good girl.” I lift my hips away from her sweet pussy and bring my hand to my cock. I groan as my wet fingers slide over the throbbing helmet. Bliss.
And despite having just come—repeatedly—Millie’s eyes are bright with desire as her gaze dips to where I’m beginning to stroke myself then back to my face.
“I love you watching me like that,” I confess as my fingers tighten, my forearm tensing.
She licks her lips, her little pink tongue unconsciously arousing.
“So sexy.” But I’m not even looking at the obvious parts of her as I jerk my cock fast and rough with her spit. Nope. I looked plenty at her arse—admittedly via cameras, and with clothes on—but her tits and her nipped waist andevery part of heris gorgeous. But the thing that got me hard as stone was licking her out, and the sight that will tip me over is Millie watching me.
It’s the revelation of her desire that turns me on, when I thought I might be suffering on my own here.
“You are amazing.”
My balls draw upwards, and pleasure coils. I’m going at this vigorously, with all the pent-up lust of not having her when Ineedher.
“Finn,” she breathes.
I blow.
That one word—my name on her plush, pink lips and from her hot mouth—has my orgasm barrelling up and spurting out in waves of ecstasy.
“Millie.” My answering groan is choked as I stroke myself through wave after wave. I cover her belly, a possessive, primal claim. “Mine,” I grunt out, as a final surge hits me unexpectedly.
I’m wrecked by the intensity of coming in her presence, not just watching her from afar. I can’t stop looking at her. Half naked, legs spread, and covered in the slick, shiny evidence of her desire and mine.
