Page 9 of The Mobster’s Secret

She arches her back, pressing her plump teenage tits against my chest. Christ, I’m practically foaming at the mouth, and I know she sees it. I’m doing something I never do. I’m giving away my emotions. I’m letting someone read me.

But there’s nothing I can do. Not against her.

“You’re paying me a year’s salary to keep me away from other men.” Her voice is breathy as she stretches each word like a string about to snap. “You won’t hurt me.”

The way she’s so sure of herself actually turns me on even more.

Christ. I’m losing it.

Willow may be innocent, but there’s a feisty little vixen under there just looking for a man to take control—to tame her.

And I’m that man. The only man who will ever know how to give her what she truly needs.

My cock could not get any harder, and the metal of my zipper is biting into the tip with every move I make. Every instinct in me is screaming to bend her over the couch and fuck her brains out. Pound her until she can’t even speak anymore.

But I promised her no sex. Goddamn it. What was I thinking?

Although I didn’t promise to keep my hands off her….

…and there’s plenty of other things we can do.

Snarling, I press my lips to her breasts, then kiss fast and fiercely down her chest and belly until I have her G-string between my teeth. She gasps and props herself up on her elbows as I look up at her. With a quick gnash from my teeth, I tear it right off her.

There it is. Her gorgeous, bare, smooth little pussy, dripping with arousal.

I’m not the only one here who is horny.

Her instincts tell her to close her legs, and she starts to, but I grab each thigh and spread her wide open. The scent of her sodden cunt is too much to handle. Leaning in, I drag my nose up her glistening slit, inhaling deep, filling my lungs with her bliss.

Her voice comes as a trembling breath. “You said no—”

“I said no sex,” I interrupt. “I never said anything about not eating your pussy, Willow.”

Her mouth falls open, but her dazed expression says all I need to know. Willow is a virgin.

“No one’s ever eaten your pussy, have they?”

All she can do is shake her head. For the first time since we met, she’s overwhelmed.

I reach up and take hold of her breasts, pinning my eyes on her as I extend my tongue. She’s so gorgeous. So full of energy, of life. The opposite of everything I’ve lived for so long.

I press my tongue into her hole and swallow greedily as I lick up, parting her folds and tasting her sweetness.

She wriggles on the couch as I caress her clit, adding more and more pressure as she quickly gets used to it. Her tiny hands grip the cushion as she searches for some stability. I pop the button on my pants and tug my zipper down. My cock springs out, dripping with desire.

I can’t fuck her tonight. Fine. But I also can’t go home without release.

Her tiny body twitches faster as I flatten my tongue on her button. A moan from her lips lights me up like a bolt of lightning. Yes. Give me a thousand more of those. A million more.

I’ll give you a lifetime of orgasms, princess.

My cock can barely handle the light touch of my fingertips. Anything more than that and I’m going to burst. My eyes are still focused on her face as I pucker my lips around her clit, sucking at the same time as I flick circles with my tongue.

And that’s all it takes.

Willow’s dainty legs snap shut around my skull. If it was physically possible, I’d be grinning as I watch her convulse with pleasure, mouth open but not a single sound coming out.

Her ass bounces against the couch, lifting my head up and down with it. But I keep my lips puckered and clamped down around her little nub. I’m like a predator who’s caught his prey. Nothing can take me away from her now.