Page 74 of Mafia Captor

I unbuckle my belt buckle. “You can get on your knees and suck my cock.”

“Oh!” Her eyes shine bright, her cheeks go pink. “Oh.”

I grab her shoulder, pressing her down. I push till she’s kneeling on the floor, looking up at me with wide eyes. I unzip my pants, grabbing my already stiffening cock from my clothing. I hold it out, offering it to her. “Take it in your mouth, baby.”

A look of uncertainty crosses her face. She reaches out with timid hands, wrapping her pretty fingers around the base of my cock.

“Take my balls in your hands. Cup them and play with them while you put me in your mouth.”

She holds me with one hand, the other cupping and fondling my balls. I stare down at her, slipping my fingers through the hair at the back of her neck, tugging at it as she leans forward, parting her lips.

My breath catches as she wraps her full lips around the head of my cock. It’s like the first magical moment you’re easing into a hot tub. My eyes close, my head lolls back, a low moan leaving me as her tongue swipes against my cock. I already feel the climax rising in my belly. Her hand is cupping me, playing with me. I want my cock deeper in her mouth.

I pull her head forward till she makes a gagging sound. “Take me, baby. Take all of me.”

She’s a good girl. She works hard to suck me off, to please me. She works my shaft with her hand, rubbing it up and down as she holds it. She’s tugging and pinching the skin beneath my balls like I like. Her tongue travels up and down my cock. As she brings her mouth back to the tip, she plays with the head, circling it, licking it, sucking it.

Seeing her on her knees like this, my cock going in and out of her mouth, working so hard to please me, it makes me come, cum rushing up in my balls, pulsing and throbbing. My core clenches. The feeling is otherworldly. It’s like she’s on her knees at an altar, worshipping my body.

“God, that feels so good. You know how to make your man happy. Suck it, babygirl. Suck me good.” My coaxing words turn her on, and she gives a moan, the sound vibrating off me as she dives in, sucking harder, tonguing me faster. Her mouth is so wet and soft, her hands feel so fucking good as they play with my balls.

“I’m so close. Keep going, baby.” The orgasm starts in my cock, reaching out and rippling through my entire body. I release into her mouth. She makes a choking sound as the cum fills her mouth. I hold her head tight, making her swallow down every drop of my cum. “There you go, baby. Take my cock. Every drop, baby. Swallow every bit.”

I release her and when she pulls away, my cum drips down her chin. It’s so fucking hot, seeing her hair all messed up, her lips swollen from my cock, her skin glistening with my cum.

I smooth her hair back. “There’s my good girl. You did so good.”

“Did you like it?” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I loved it, baby. Come here and let me show you how much.” I take her in my arms and lay her on the bed. I push her dress up, pulling her panties down, watching her shy face as I tug them over her ankles. Dipping my tongue into her slick folds, I kiss her smooth pussy, licking her and fingering her till she’s curled around me, mewing like a kitten, her slickness all over my face and fingers.

Afterward, we take a bath together. Candles and bubbles, and tea for her. We sit, and soak, and chat, our slippery limbs tangled under the bubbly water. We talk about the dogs, the wedding, the moat. Finally, we get around to the elephant in the room.

She has to realize Beckett is safer with the protection of the Bachmans than without it. She has to want him to join us, to be included in all the family events that we’ll both be at once we’re married.

Hell, I want The Beckster by my side.

She drags her fingers through the sudsy water. “If he wants to join the family, I’ll support him. I just want him to make his own choice, to do what’s best for him.”

“I agree.”

“And I can’t wait to be a Bachman, a Beauty, and your wife.”

“I can’t wait either.” I lean forward, kissing her.

The next day she’s abducted by a pack of Beauties. They carry her out of the house, putting her on a party bus. Over the weekend, I get pictures from Ashe. The girls hugging the giant purple cactus. Wearing cowgirl boots and drinking margaritas. A selfie with her snuggled in bed in a white yurt tent. I zoom in on the picture. They have electricity, a sink, a fridge, a TV, and is that a…dishwasher?

So glamping isnotcamping.

But it looks like they’re having a great time.

I just want her back here, back in my arms.

Now that she’s mine, I’m never letting her go.

It’s time to hang up the Glock and get that desk job I prematurely asked for five years ago. I call Rockland to make the ask, but he has other plans.

“You know, Boss, remember that idea you brought up a couple years ago? About training dogs to help protect the Village, the Hamlet, and the Parrish? Having our own army of loveable but deadly guard dogs protecting our women and children?”

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