Page 18 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

“Say it.”

“I want you to keep going.”

“No, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

“I want…” I don’t even know what the fuck I want.

I’ve made myself come in the privacy of my bedroom using my wet fingers, but no one else has ever touched me down there, and his tongue feels nothing like my fingers. The ache inside my belly, and the tingling between my legs, feels nothing like the orgasms I’ve given myself either.

“I want you to suck my clit until I come.”

I slide my hands down my body and open myself up for him.

“Jesus fuck,” he murmurs in a low voice. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”

“In a good way?”

“In the sexiest fucking way imaginable.” He blows gently on my clit sending a shiver traveling down my spine. “You can’t come until I say you can.”

“Why?” I’m not sure how long I can hold my orgasm back. With my pussy open wide, my clit is already spasming.

“Because I said so.”

“It wasn’t part of the deal.”

He releases my thighs and goes to stand up, leaving me standing there with my fingers holding myself open for him, and my pussy clenching.

“Fine, deal,” I blurt out.

“Good girl.”

He gets back into position and drags his tongue flat across my tingling clit then licks it almost reverently, his gaze holding mine. The instant he starts to suck, the deal evaporates. I’m breathless, every nerve ending in my body glowing with the pleasure threatening to rip through me.

“Hold it,” he murmurs.

I’m so used to following orders that I don’t question it. I clench my jaw and focus on the tattoos crawling down his shoulders and back, the crosses within crosses, the intricate patterns, the tiny, hypnotic three-pronged swirls. I can still feel my clit throbbing between his lips, but I’ve compartmentalized it, separated it from the orgasm hovering like a tidal wave inside my belly.

Because he told me to.

But there’s another part of me that want … needs … to push further. To test him the way he’s testing me. He promised to fuck me with his tongue, and that’s what he’s going to do.

Clenching my jaw to hold back the orgasm waiting to explode, I raise my left leg and rest my foot on his shoulder, holding onto his other shoulder to keep my balance.

He falters, and my clit slides from between his lips. His eyes widen, the pupils swallowing the remainder of the green.

“You’ve stopped fucking me with your tongue.”

He swallows hard. “I…” He licks his lips. “You know when I said I’ve never met anyone like you before?”

I nod, trying to focus on the conversation rather than the spasms racking my clit. I want him to make me come with his tongue, not because it was part of a deal to keep my name secret, but because I’ve never experienced it before.

“Multiply that by a hundred. By a fucking million.” He presses his lips to the mound of my pussy. “Come, baby. Come all over my face and let me drink you up.”

He licks my folds first, gently, paying attention to every part of my sex, before returning to my clit. This time, he doesn’t suck. He licks it flat, flicks it with the tip of his tongue, blows on it and then licks some more as he slides a finger inside me. Two fingers. Three maybe.

I lose track, every ounce of my being centered on the tiny, softened nub between my legs and the pleasure hurtling towards the surface like bubbles in a champagne glass.

When my orgasm explodes, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.