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Story: The Mafia Heir's Obsession
I’ll get the truth. I know the truth. But I want it from her.
Her hands are on my chest, twisting at my nipple piercings, the little deviant that she is. And fuck yeah, I think about taking her to the best piercer in the city. I don’t know who that is, but I’ll find out. I want to see her nipplespierced, her clit too.
Of course, that’d take someone touching her and ruining her pristine state, but a man can fucking dream.
I slide a hand in her hair and pull her away. “Knees.”
She slips down, using me to do so, and when she’s there, mouth close to my rock-hard dick, her hot breath taunting it beneath the confines of my pants, she looks up and twists something inside of me.
“Where were you?”
Her eyes slip from mine for a nanosecond but I catch it. “Dad called.”
“Does that often, does he?” More sarcasm and she rolls her eyes in response.
“He wanted to have lunch. Mom and Dad both.”
Fucking lies. There are, as I keep saying, consequences. “Take out my cock and make me come. You have three minutes. I’ll time you. And you can use your hands on my balls.” I look at my watch. “Go.”
Hunger rolls over her face and it’s real. It spikes the aching need in me higher, and I know I might not make it the full three minutes.
Her hands shake as she frees me and pulls me out of my boxer briefs. She licks and kisses me, fingers massaging and playing with my balls. Her tongue slides over the piercings, and she sucks on every motherfucking one.
Nope, definitely not going to make it.
So I settle back, giving myself the private goal of two minutes. Then she starts to pull me deep. That hot wetness is familiar, perfect, and she sucks me hard, going all the way down and choking. I feel it, hear it. The sounds she makes are music, the vibrations a masterpiece.
She starts to bob her head, taking me all the way down and nearly all the way out. Each time she sucks, her tongue slips along the underside of my cock. The soft scrape of her teeth onmy flesh and the pull on my piercings adds to the experience, and now I honestly don’t think I can make it two fucking minutes.
Shit.
What did her father say to make her lie? It’s such a stupid lie, he must have said something. And she has to suffer. I can make her, edge her for a day and not let her come.
Oh, fuck. My body is alive, and I feel the tingle from the bottom of my feet as it surges up through my balls and spine.
She sucks me down her throat and both gags and swallows, the beat of those contractions too much. I grab her hair tight, force her farther onto me as the need for release rolls up, making my dick pulse. I come hard down her throat and she fucking swallows it. My cock doesn’t even have room to jerk because she’s sucking and holding me so tight.
When I’m done, I let her go and she slides off my cock. I stagger back against the wall.
Fuck me.
This girl, she’s?—
No. I don’t allow myself to even finish the thought.
She’s nothing. A means to an end.
And if I tell myself that enough, maybe I’ll believe it.
TWENTY-EIGHT
lucie
“Meet me downstairs in five, Lucie,”Cal says. He tucks himself away, then pulls me up to kiss me softly.
It’s a sweet, slow kiss, and I find it hard to stand since he always seems to turn my legs into limp spaghetti noodles.
But he ruins the moment by abruptly releasing me, then heads into the bathroom to wash up. A tiny shiver runs through me at the sight of him running damp fingers through his hair. It somehow makes him look more dangerous. More alluring.
Her hands are on my chest, twisting at my nipple piercings, the little deviant that she is. And fuck yeah, I think about taking her to the best piercer in the city. I don’t know who that is, but I’ll find out. I want to see her nipplespierced, her clit too.
Of course, that’d take someone touching her and ruining her pristine state, but a man can fucking dream.
I slide a hand in her hair and pull her away. “Knees.”
She slips down, using me to do so, and when she’s there, mouth close to my rock-hard dick, her hot breath taunting it beneath the confines of my pants, she looks up and twists something inside of me.
“Where were you?”
Her eyes slip from mine for a nanosecond but I catch it. “Dad called.”
“Does that often, does he?” More sarcasm and she rolls her eyes in response.
“He wanted to have lunch. Mom and Dad both.”
Fucking lies. There are, as I keep saying, consequences. “Take out my cock and make me come. You have three minutes. I’ll time you. And you can use your hands on my balls.” I look at my watch. “Go.”
Hunger rolls over her face and it’s real. It spikes the aching need in me higher, and I know I might not make it the full three minutes.
Her hands shake as she frees me and pulls me out of my boxer briefs. She licks and kisses me, fingers massaging and playing with my balls. Her tongue slides over the piercings, and she sucks on every motherfucking one.
Nope, definitely not going to make it.
So I settle back, giving myself the private goal of two minutes. Then she starts to pull me deep. That hot wetness is familiar, perfect, and she sucks me hard, going all the way down and choking. I feel it, hear it. The sounds she makes are music, the vibrations a masterpiece.
She starts to bob her head, taking me all the way down and nearly all the way out. Each time she sucks, her tongue slips along the underside of my cock. The soft scrape of her teeth onmy flesh and the pull on my piercings adds to the experience, and now I honestly don’t think I can make it two fucking minutes.
Shit.
What did her father say to make her lie? It’s such a stupid lie, he must have said something. And she has to suffer. I can make her, edge her for a day and not let her come.
Oh, fuck. My body is alive, and I feel the tingle from the bottom of my feet as it surges up through my balls and spine.
She sucks me down her throat and both gags and swallows, the beat of those contractions too much. I grab her hair tight, force her farther onto me as the need for release rolls up, making my dick pulse. I come hard down her throat and she fucking swallows it. My cock doesn’t even have room to jerk because she’s sucking and holding me so tight.
When I’m done, I let her go and she slides off my cock. I stagger back against the wall.
Fuck me.
This girl, she’s?—
No. I don’t allow myself to even finish the thought.
She’s nothing. A means to an end.
And if I tell myself that enough, maybe I’ll believe it.
TWENTY-EIGHT
lucie
“Meet me downstairs in five, Lucie,”Cal says. He tucks himself away, then pulls me up to kiss me softly.
It’s a sweet, slow kiss, and I find it hard to stand since he always seems to turn my legs into limp spaghetti noodles.
But he ruins the moment by abruptly releasing me, then heads into the bathroom to wash up. A tiny shiver runs through me at the sight of him running damp fingers through his hair. It somehow makes him look more dangerous. More alluring.
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