Page 130 of The Mafia's Christmas Baby

I fuck her with my fingers, my mouth never leaving her clit, sucking it hard, flicking it with the very tip of my tongue.

I feel her body tightening, coiling, the tremors starting in her thighs.

I redouble my efforts, my jaw aching, my world narrowed to this single point of giving her pleasure, of washing away every hurt with the raw, physical truth of my mouth on her cunt.

Her orgasm hits her like a seizure.

She shatters with a raw, screaming cry that seems to shake the very foundations of the old house.

“FUCK! NICO!”

Her body bows, her inner muscles clamping down rhythmically on my fingers, her release gushing over my hand and chin.

I ride it out with her, lapping gently, prolonging the waves until she’s a sobbing, boneless wreck on the sofa, her hands weakly pushing at my head.

I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my own need a painful, throbbing ache in my jeans.

I look up at her, her chest flushed, her eyes dazed.

A slow, predatory smile spreads across my face.

“My turn,” I tell her, my voice thick. I stand up, unbuckling my belt. “On your knees.”

She doesn’t hesitate.

She slides off the sofa onto the rug, kneeling before me, her eyes locked on mine with a look of pure, unholy worship.

I push my jeans and boxers down, my cock springing free, thick and angry and dripping for her.

She doesn’t need instruction.

She leans forward and takes me into her mouth.

The heat is instantaneous, a velvet inferno that makes my knees buckle.

Her mouth is a miracle.

She takes me deep, her throat opening, accepting my length until my tip hits the back.

She holds me there, her eyes watering, and the sight of her like that, choking on my cock, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

She pulls back, gasping, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening head.

Then she goes down again, her head bobbing.

Her hands cup my balls, rolling them, squeezing them gently, then with more pressure.

A jolt of pure, electric pleasure-pain shoots through me.

“Fuck, yes… just like that,” I groan, my hands fisting in her hair, not guiding, just feeling.

She’s a woman possessed.

She deep-throats me over and over, the wet, gagging sounds a testament to her effort.

She licks and sucks my balls, taking one then the other into her hot mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling.

The sensation is unbelievable, an intense, pulling ache that seems connected directly to the base of my spine.