Page 74 of Dirty Mafia Sinner

“Shit, that’s good,” I groan.

She drags teeth across my flesh. Stunned, I go rigid.

I withdraw, and then glare at her.

“I no longer want to be a good girl.”

What. The. Fuck?

“I want your dick in my throat like a little fuckdoll would take it.”

She hopes to tempt the beast and conquer him? I fucking smile.

Without responding, I reposition my rock-hard dick at her mouth. I surprise her by pinching her nostrils closed and tightening the belt on my deep drive home.

Her hands find my thighs.

I hammer into her, counting off in my mind. Milking everything out of her while I reach a high I can easily grow addicted to. Without warning, I drop my hand, the belt, and my load so deep in her throat it’s halfway to her stomach.

My heart races as I stagger back.

She falls onto her hands and knees, panting.

“Only a few minutes rest,” I warn her. Because even as I’m riding sweet bliss, my appetite isn’t satiated.

“Again?” she manages between gasps.

Hell yeah. “Did you think you were done?” I grab my dick. “Now entertain me while I recover.”

She rolls back onto her knees, eyebrows raised.

“Grab the belt and mark your breasts.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Twenty lashes. Ten each. If you can’t, I’ll do it.”

Her lip trembles, but then, with a fierce crack, the leather crosses her right breast. Tears brighten her eyes, but pure greed forces me to speak. “Gentle your movements. I want them marked pink, not bleeding out.”

Her second attempt’s much better.

“Keep going,” I command.

Over and over, she repeats her actions. Until her tears are replaced by something else—something more dangerous.

If my goal was to break her, I’ve failed. But do I give two shits right now?

My fingers wrap my dick up in a tight vacuum as I viciously jerk myself. Her beautifully marked breasts are my second target. Her skin’s flushed, the marks on her throat a turn-on, and her obedience has me hard again within minutes.

My orgasm hits right on the twentieth stroke.

She drops the belt, her lipscurl, and then she cups her incredible breasts.

“Aw, fuck,” I groan, then pump my seed across her pinkened flesh.

“Please, Alessandro.”

I scowl at her speaking out of turn. Not wanting my name on her lips unless I demand it there. I gather the energy to speak, but she mindfucks me again before my blistering reprimand gets out.