Page 52 of Falling for the Mafia Dom
His hand fisting my hair, he drags my mouth over him until my lips are pressed against the skin at his base. Filling my mouth and throat, I am unable to breathe as he holds me in place. I am about to panic when he pulls himself nearly from my mouth. Gasping for air, he pulls me back over him forcing me to take him to the hilt again.
He repeats the motion until I am breathless, and my throat is prepared to take him. While I cannot see or hear what it is happening around me, when his other hand slides into my hair I know what is coming. His hands hold my head steady, as his hips move to fuck my mouth.
I feel like a hole for him to fuck.
A plaything.
But there is a neediness between my thighs telling me how much I like it.
Devoid of my senses, the only indication I have of how close Sal is to finishing is the throbbing hardness violently taking my mouth. The faint taste of precum spreads across my tongue as he pulls himself from me. Feeling my spittle dripping down my chin, Sal guides me from the floor and fills my mouth with his tongue.
His fingers slide between my thighs as he removes one of the earbuds. The music replaced with the whisper of his gravelly words, “My good little girl likes to be used like my little whore. You’re fucking soaked from my cock in your throat.”
He replaces the earbud and his fingers trail down my body leaving goosebumps in their wake. The lace of my panties delicately scratches as Sal drags them down my legs. His hands guiding me, I pull my feet from them and am left bare before him.
Holding me close to his body, Sal guides me across the room before helping me sit. The soft leather is cold against my bare skin.
He carefully presses me backward, my back leaning into the cool leather as his warm hands trail down my body. His hands reach my knees and he pulls hard until my ass is at the edge of the couch. Gripping my thighs, he spreads my legs and slides his tongue from my entrance to my clit.
His tongue broad and firm, he quickly brings me to the edge before his touch becomes lighter and more lingering. Fingers press inside me, curling quickly as he licks at me vigorously again. Trembling against his tongue and hand, I feel his groans vibrating through my clit. I come hard and my thighs begin to clench around his face, but the bruisingly firm grip of his fingers prevent me from doing so. His fingertips digging into the meaty flesh of my thighs, he holds them wide as his tongue quickly brings me over the edge two more times.
I yelp when his hand slaps my pussy, it both startles me and shoots through my clit. His hands rubbing over my body, he changes my position. My knees are sinking into the soft leather beneath me while my hands grip the firm back of the couch.
While I cannot see or hear him, I know that Sal is behind me. Close behind me. Patiently waiting to touch me as he drives my anticipation for his touch to beyond neediness.
ChapterThirty-Nine
SALVATORE
Ellie’s body is trembling with need by the time I place my hands on her again. A breathy whimper leaves her when I rub my hand over her ass. A firm, yet gentle, smack with my palm causes her to elicit a moan that travels straight to my cock.
I strike her again and again. Her moans filling the room, her back arching and pushing her ass into the air as she silently begs for more. My belt folded in my palm; I brush it over her ass. The strike of my belt over her ass is going to sting, but I want her to know that it’s coming.
It cracks against her skin and her hips momentarily retreat from me as the skin raises and turns red. Swinging again, she moans. My fingers roam her spine between strikes in comfort.
My tender softness mixes perfectly with my brutality.
Swinging the belt through the air, it cracks repeatedly cracks over her skin. The skin of her plump ass becoming redder with each strike as her loud moans change into breathy whimpers.
Spreading her thighs, I groan at the wetness glistening on her cunt.
Grabbing my hard cock at the base, I slide the thick head through her slit as I remove the earbuds and drop them on the couch. I grip the tie and gently pull it from her face, and she looks back at me with hooded, satiated eyes.
“A little more,piccolo fiore,” I press the head of my cock inside of her dripping cunt, “I want you to hear how much I enjoy listening to you come around my cock as I empty myself inside of you."
Breathy moans quiver over her lips as I slide myself into her. Buried to the hilt, I bend over her and whisper into her ear, “Can you take a little more? Do you need my cock?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers back, and I am unable to contain myself. My fingertips dig into the flesh of her hips, I push and pull her against the thrust of my hips. Gradually, I increase my tempo until the sounds of her ass slapping against my hips and thighs is echoing around the room.
Primal grunts and groans roar from me as I relentlessly pound myself against her ass.
“Adoro scoparti la fica,” I moan as she begins to clench around me, “Do you love when I fuck your cunt?”
“Y…yes, Sir,” she struggles to respond through her heavy breaths and moans.
“Then show me,” I drive into her and demand, “Vieni sul mio cazzo.”
Her hips flexing back against me, her whole body arches as she comes. Her tight little cunt milks my cock and a choppy, “Fuuuuuuuck,” bellows from my chest.
