Page 37 of Mafia Savior


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With one hand, I grab at his hair, wanting to touch him. His mouth moves faster, my breaths coming quicker. “I’m going… to come.”

He pulls away. “Not yet.”

My knees shake. The sudden stopping has my pussy aching. My eyes fly open. “Why not yet?”

“Because.” He gives me a hard stare as he digs his fingers into my thighs. “You’re in trouble.”

Huh? What is he talking about?

He nods at the arousal at the tops of my thighs. “You’re making a mess all over my kitchen. I’ll have to punish you for that.”

I look down. I’m so wet, the arousal is glistening on the insides of my thighs. My face heats with shame.

My knees go weaker, my thighs pressing together as my sex clenches, threatening to spill more glistening arousal.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask.

“I’m going to withhold your orgasm,” he says.

I give him a pout. “That doesn’t sound very fun.”

“Oh, but it will be. For me.”

Before I can protest, he dives back between my thighs. He licks and sucks and laps just enough to bring me to the brink of orgasm.

Then he stops.

I tug at his hair in protest. “Noooo…. Please.”

He glances up. “Please what?”

“Please, eat me out.” This time, the words come easily.

“Good girl.” He goes back to work. I heave a sigh, relaxing as he pleasures me once more.

But then, he stops.

I moan. “This is pure torture.”

“I told you I was punishing you.”

He presses against my sex, stretching my pussy and filling me with two thick fingers.

“Oh, God.”

With his fingers inside of me, he goes back to working his tongue over me. Finally, he doesn’t stop. He fucks me with his fingers, lapping my clit with broad, firm strokes until I’m seeing stars.

I give a gasp, trying not to pull his hair right out of his head as I shoot up on tiptoe. I freeze, my body clenching, then the orgasm ricochets through me, shuddering and shaking.

When I recover, I say, “You’re really, really good at that.”

He helps me back into my clothes, saying, “I have to keep you entertained during this imprisonment somehow.”

We shower together. His earlier favor makes me want to take him in my mouth in return. I get on my knees, taking his cock in my hands. He’s thrilled with my surprise. It feels so sexy to be on my knees, pleasuring him. Like I’m the one in power, but also kneeling at his feet. He holds onto the towel bar in the shower, whispering my name as I suck him off. I swallow the salty cream as he comes.

Totally spent, we fall asleep in one another’s arms.

Beckett apologizes to me. He’s not willing to take me outside the walls with Trevor still on the loose. He wishes he could show me the parts of the city I’ve never been to before.

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