Page 23 of Captured By the Mafia Boss
My love, my downfall.
I’m still breathing hard as she runs her fingertips down my back.
“I wanted this,” she whispers.
“Not as much as I did,” I murmur, catching her bottom lip and sucking it into my mouth.
We kiss and brush noses and I whisper her name until we can’t put off moving any longer.
I carry her to the bathroom and clean her up first, washing off my come that seeps down her thighs, teasing her about what a dirty girl that makes her, when I think it’s adorable. And hot. Seeing her marked as mine causes my cock to rise again.
I ignore the impulse, but Olivia has other ideas, getting to her knees under the spray, and taking me in her mouth. She’stentative at first, but it’s still filthy, the sight of her lips stretched around my cock. I’ll never get over it, over her.
Then, as the pressure begins to build and my balls tighten, she pulls away.
I give an involuntary grunt of dissent and frustration. And she, my siren, smiles.
“I can’t keep that up. Fuck my mouth.”
“I…”
Like maddened ring fighters, two impulses in me clash. I couldn’t sully my sweet Olivia like that. But oh fuck I want to use her mouth the way she’s suggesting.
“King.” She grips my wrist and brings my hand to the back of her head. My fingers slip into her hair and tighten without my volition. She slides her wet lips over the dripping head of my cock and makes a soft noise of approval. The muscles in my arm tense as I gently bring her head further onto my cock. Then her hand is on my thigh, her gaze on my face, urging me.
I pull back out, the friction of her lips almost too much. Her fingers tug at my arse.
I give in.
The first thrust of my hips is like treacle. But I can see her breasts heaving and the gleam in her eye. She’s enjoying the feel of me in her mouth. So the next is a little harder, deeper, and it’s moments before I lose control. My gaze never wavers from hers as I piston between her pretty pink lips. It’s so fucking good and I don’t even try to hold out. I come with a roar, her hair in my fist. And Olivia in every one of my senses.
She swallows then licks her lips. Her skin is flushed from the hot water and arousal. I pull her to her feet, wrap my arms around her and whisper words of thanks and gratitude and praise.
This woman is everything.
And I’m going to have to let her go.
9
OLIVIA
The first blowjob I’ve ever given in my life, and I have to say, I think I did pretty darn well. Ethan certainly appears pleased. He hasn’t stopped touching me since he was inside me. Like if he isn’t holding on, I’ll fly away.
This man. I’m obsessed with him. There’s a slight soreness between my legs and I want to hold onto that forever. He’ll always have been my first; I want him to be my all.
If only I’d found him in some other time and place. But he’s the head of Camden, and I’m dead to that world.
There’s this hiatus, this slither of a chance he’s whisked me away to, and then there’s nothing. He dries me in a fluffy towel then swipes his thumb over my cheek and kisses me so sweetly I want to cry.
I want to yell at the heavens.
The one thing I don’t do, is ask for the impossible.
He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom and dresses me in the shirt of his I chose then pulls on a pair of jeans. It’s a warm night.
Neither of us speaks. I think because there’s an inevitability about the end to this, and I for one don’t want to admit it.
I’m reaching for him when there’s the snick of a door.
