Page 20 of The Mobster’s Prize

“Fuck!” He launches forward, the cards scattering across the floor. He grabs my neck with his firm grip, seething as he stares at my lips. “The little brat is going to get it.” His mouth lands down, and I soak up every second of his attack. His tongue swiping against mine, devouring my whimpers. His hand shoves up my shirt, squeezing my breast, and the sparks pulse between my legs.

“You’re not going to tell a soul about this, understood?”

“Never,” I moan as he pinches my nipple.

The tight tug pulls on every nerve, driving me insane.

“Such a fucking tease.” He rolls my nipple back and forth, nibbling down my neck. “Playing your little games. Forcing me to cross a line. Well, now you’ve done it. I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” He bites down, making me wet my panties. “This little pussy is about to learn who’s in charge around here.”

My shirt is practically torn from my body. His mouth latching onto my breast, and it’s sheer pleasure. Heat courses through my veins. His growly moans hum around my nipple, and my pussy grows wetter.

“Fuck, you have amazing tits.”

His mouth draws tighter, suctioning around me. Making me scream.

“Need to see how wet you are.” He pulls back, laying me out on the floor. Then he takes off his shirt, and my word, his body is incredible. Tight and sleek. Sheened with sweat. I drag my eyes down his abs, stopping on the thick tent poking through his jogging pants. My thighs clench, knowing how badly he wants it.

“I need those legs spread. Now.”

I open them, showing him the proof of how much I want him too.

“You soaked your panties,” he groans. “Looks like your pussy doesn’t have as much control as your bladder.”

Not when it comes to him it doesn’t.

He reaches for my panties, sliding them down my legs, darkening eyes zeroing in on the spot. My patience is running thin. If he doesn’t put his mouth on me, I might have to force him to his back and climb on for a ride.

“Don’t know what it is about you.” He shakes his head, looking as if he just can’t stop himself. I can’t stop it either. Wanting to fuck my captor when I should be giving him the cold shoulder is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. But I can hate him later. Right now, I need him.

“Stop talking, Dag.”

He lets out a growl before he’s between my legs, clamping down with his lips, teasing me with tingles. Drawing every last breath from my lungs. My stomach flutters rapidly. My pulse galloping. His tongue licks slowly, taking his time. Driving me crazy—in the best way.

I can feel my orgasm building at a violent speed. Pulling from within. Tearing through my nerves. It feels like he’s everywhere, touching every part of my body, but he’s only sucking on my swollen clit. Feeding me the heat. Breathing out the fire. And then… I implode.

Sinking into the pleasure. Shuttering through every quake. The pounding of my heart is ringing in my ears, faintly being masked by my screams. Finally, the world settles. My breathing calms, and I open my eyes. He’s watching me. His forearm moving between his legs as he pulls his massive dick out from his pants. It’s better than I anticipated. Thicker than I imagined.

Perfect.

“It’s time for you to put that mouth on me.”

“Please” is the word that comes from my lips.

He lets out a semblance of a growl as he moves toward me. Not waiting for me to sit up. He brings it straight to my mouth, pressing his thick cap to my lips, feeding it between my cheeks. I shift up so I can open wider, and he lets out a groan, slipping deeper. I’ve never wanted to master anything until this moment. But I want to own this man. I want to make him come so hard, he loses his mind.

I reach for the base of his length, grabbing on and guiding him deep to the back of my throat. His hands grip my head, letting out a low sigh.

“Shit, that’s fucking good.”

He grips me tighter, guiding me forward while his other hand rubs my cheek, appraisingly.

“Such a pretty baby all filled with my cock. Taking me like a good girl. Now, I know what to do to keep you quiet.” He thrusts forward. “I finally found a means to shut you up.”

I take him deeper, dragging my tongue along his shaft, gripping his ass to hold on as he fucks my mouth. I’m practically begging with every suction for his cum to fill me. Finally, he gives it to me. The warm seed shooting down my throat. His low grunts echoing throughout his cabin.

“Shit.” He pulls out, lifting my head. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

The concern is almost startling. It’s not what I expected from a mobster.