Page 69 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
Blowjobs are harder than they look, but then again, I’m kneeling at the feet of one very well-endowed mobster. I pull away and run my hands up his belly and chest, then down around his ass, thighs, and calves.
I stroke his cock, feeling a little awkward about it, but the way his muscles contract and tighten, I think I’m doing okay.
“Ford, I want to kiss you, baby. Can you come up here with me?”
I grin and kiss the tip of his dick one more time. I’m enveloped by his strong arms when I stand, and his mouth is immediately on mine, his tongue probing and forceful in the best way possible.
We kiss and kiss until he pulls back enough to whisper, “You make me feel like a king.”
“Maybe that’s why it felt like I was worshipping you,” I whisper back, shy.
He hums low in his throat, sending a shiver through me.
“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t scare you.”
“Not at all. I know you. I know who you are in here,” I say, placing my hand on his chest. “I was skittish before…”
“Skittish? You were terrified. I never want to see that look on your face again. And certainly never because of something I’ve done.”
“I know. But the second my body recognized you, it wanted you. Just like this.”
“And your mind?”
I hum, considering his question. “My mind is quiet, peaceful. It knows who you are too.”
“Dio santo,you have no idea what your words do to me. I could build a family so powerful no one could stop us, and that would feel like nothing compared to your trust in me.”
I snuggle into him, hugging him tight as he pulls me closer.
“You said you don’t want to talk about it now, and I honor that. But whoever made you that afraid will never feel safe around me.”
His words spill around me, causing shivers and warmth and deep, dark satisfaction.
“Mm. I think my little bird likes it when I get protective.”
I nod into his chest, letting my hands roam his body again. His ass, his belly, his thick cock against my palm, his pleasured sounds…I would do anything to make him sound like that.
I hold up my finger, smiling a little too mischievously, and hit a few buttons.
“Fuck, I feel sinful,” he says as the water pelts his balls.
I find the shower lube, then adjust him more fully in front of the spray while I stand behind him and stroke his cock.
“Is this how you touch yourself? Stroking yourself with the water pounding on your balls?”
I nod as I bite his shoulder, embarrassed, still stroking.
He reaches back and palms my ass, flexing as I work his shaft. I angle his cock down, letting his head catch the edge of the high-pressure water, and he sways, cursing in Italian.
I add more lube, and he holds out his hand, so I give him a squirt.
He pulls me to his side, letting his hand drift down to my crease, slicking the furrow of my ass.
Stroking him, I shake my head. “I wish I could give myself fully right now, but…”
“Tut, tut, tut,” he whispers, kissing my temple as he thrusts into my hand. “I’m just playing with the nerve endings. This feel good to you?” he asks, carefully scraping his nail across the delicate skin.
My knees go wobbly, and I shake my head. “Wonderful. It feels wonderful.”
