Page 81 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Niccolo

I loved looking at her face – and I really did want to see her expression when she came – but I knew I probably wasn’t going to be able to come just from watching her.

Especially not if she wanted me to film myself stroking my cock from different angles.

That’s why I asked her to talk to me. I knew her voice would be enough to eventually push me over the edge.

She blushed a tiny bit and looked apprehensive.

“Don’t try to entertain me. Just tell me what you want to do to me when you see it,” I encouraged her.

She paused for a moment.

I thought she wouldn’t be able to do it –

And then I heard her voice, filled with desire, whispering in my ears.

“There was one thing I wanted to do in Macau… and I regret not doing it.”

“Yes?” I murmured as I stroked my cock.

“I want to put it in my mouth.”

OH.

Hadn’t been expecting that.

“I want to feel it sliding between my lips… I want to feel it on my tongue… I want to taste your pre-cum…”

“Oh my god,” I whispered as I stroked my shaft even faster.