She came with a lewd scream, her body spasming around me, her pussy going off like a sprinkler, filling my fingers with her slick. I brought a finger to my mouth, sucking her wetness dry before shoving the other two into her mouth. Her lips formed the most seductive pout before she sucked her own sweetness.
I flashed her my most sinful smile and tore the pack off the condom.
She held my hand, her fingers restraining me. "I wanna taste you raw first," she whispered in my ear.
I couldn't believe my luck. This was my most lucky day.
I discarded the rubber protection to a corner of the room as she slowly squat in front of me, her fingers pulling on the waistband of my denim pants. She slowly pulled and my massive dick popped out like a pop-up gift. She gasped at the sheer size of my cock, marvelling at its monstrous size.
I watched her kneel before me, her breath rising and falling at an erratic pace. Fuck. I had dreamed of seeing her like this, but those dreams were nothing compared to the reality. The way she stared at my cock made me twice as hard. She reached out her hand, stroking my dick with her fist and I threw back my head, hissing out a curse. This woman would be the end of me.
I looked at her and caught her stifling a smile. She knew damn well what her touch did to me.
"That's a naughty game you chose to play, firecracker. Very dangerous," I purred.
She grinned then, pulling the wet strands of her fiery hair off her face. "I'm married to a mafia boss. Maybe I like a little danger."
She held my cock with both hands before bringing her lips to the tip. She drew circles around the tip and I shivered.
I reached down to grab her, gathering the wet strands of her hair in my fist. She still had that playful smile on her blushing face before she wrapped her lips around my cock. She couldn't take all of me at once. But the first slide in was enough to rattle my whole body. She groaned softly as she struggled to take in more. Her hands drifted to my hips, her nails digging into the skin as she began to suck on my cock.
"Fuck," I groaned, clenching her hair in my fists and pushing my hips forward. "You don't know what you're doing to me."
A daring gleam appeared in her eyes. Yeah, she knew what she was doing. She moved steadily at a fluid pace, wickedly adding her agile tongue into play. Damn. I wouldn't last long if this continued. Her eyes met mine again, and the desire burning inside them cut the final thread of my restraint. I gripped her hair tighter and thrust my hips forward, filling her throat with my hardness. She gagged but quickly she adjusted, taking in the whole of me in one swoop slide.
Fucking hell!
She moved faster, moaning against my cock, driving me to the edge. I let out another curse, throwing my head back as I felt my balls swell and throb. She was becoming reckless, sucking faster, moving faster.
A hoarse roar tore through my throat as I met my release, stumbling back into the wall. My eyes locked on her. She was still on her knees. A gorgeous blush painted her cheeks. A feral fire danced in her eyes.
I was an experienced cowboy and this was my best rodeo. Let's she how good she is as a cow girl.
I gripped her head, biting her earlobe. "You are amazingly wicked," I purred, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck. "And you deserve to be punished for it."
"Do I?" she teased, licking her swollen lips.
"Yes, you do," I replied in the same breathy voice. Then I lifted her and tossed her over my shoulder. She giggled as I opened tossed her onto the bed.
Laughing, she grabbed one of the sheets and tried to cover her nakedness. I chuckled too and crawled to the bed, snatching the towels from her and wiping her supple body with gentle strokes. Then I threw the towel to the bed, correcting each stroke with my fingers. My hand smoothed the peak of her breasts and her nipples hardened. "You're perfect," I breathed, lowering my head and teasing her nipples with my tongue. "Every inch of you."
I closed my mouth over one breasts while caressing the other with my hand. Her back arched and her hands flew to my head, her fingers tangling in the strands of my hair, pulling gently as I flickered my tongue over her sensitive skin. "Fred," she breathed out in a sensual moan. "Please..."
She grabbed my hand, guiding me lower. I smiled against her skin, my fingers gliding where she needed me, where she ached for my touch. "So ready," I hissed, finding her soaking.
I pushed her legs apart, rising and positioning myself in between them. She inhaled sharply, watching me grab my cock, and guide the tip towards her slick entrance. "Is this what you want?" I asked, a heavy rasp satiating my voice.
"Yes," came her breathless answer.
My lips stretched into a devilish smile as I thrust inside her up to the hilt. She cried out, her body tensing. I leaned over her, stroking her cheek as she frantically gasped for air.
"You need to relax, firecracker," I murmured, kissing her jaw and neck. "Breathe..."
She looked at me, struggling to fill her lungs. "Breathe," I repeated as I moved my fingers between her thighs. My fingers began to draw slow circles around her nub. "You need to breathe, firecracker, relax," I coaxed.
She licked her lips before drawing in a deep breath, her muscles around me relaxing. "Good girl," I whispered and kissed her. I withdrew from her almost entirely and smiled before thrusting in again. She smiled before thrusting again. She moaned softly as I set on a steady pace. Her hands slid to my back, her nails drawing searing marks as I pushed harder inside her.
I could feel her tighten around me, her muscles pulsing, perfectly in sync with my thrusts. She must have been made for me–made for me to pleasure, to fuck, to drive insane. Another cry escaped my lips, and she raised her hips, meeting my every shove, urging me deeper. I let my fingers play with her clit as I deepened each move.
"Don't stop," she begged breathlessly, tilting her head back.
"I won't," I promised, nibbling on the skin of her neck. "Not until you come."
The throbbing inside her continued, squeezing my cock as I drove inside her. The tension inside me rose to an unbearable level. She was on the verge, and so was I. Cursing through my teeth, I thrust harder, rougher. She bit down on her lip, her body shivering. "Come for me," I ordered.
She let in a sharp breath and screamed as a powerful release surged through her body. A feral smile stretched across my face. It took me a few heartbeats to join her as a violent rush of heat pushed me to the edge.
I wrapped my hands around her, rolling us to the side. Our heavy breaths mixed as we stared into each other's eyes. Her hands drifted to my neck, drawing me closer. She smiled and brushed her lips against mine, softly. "You're...I have no words," she panted, laughter lacing her words.
I gave her a quick kiss and chuckled. "Is making you speechless a good thing or a bad thing?"
She bit her lip, trying to stop her smile from spreading, but failing. "I have never...felt this way before..." she breathed. "Now I'm afraid...Maybe I might fall for you."
I shifted my grip around her, pulling her closer and nuzzling her cheek. "If you fall, I'll be there to catch you."
She leaned back slightly, her eyes turning solemn, searching mine. "What if I wanted you to..." She trailed off and shook her head.
"What?" I smiled, gripping her cheek, lifting her head so her eyes met mine. "Tell me."
"Never mind," she muttered, shifting to place her cheek on my chest.
I pressed a kiss to her head. "Ready for round two?"
She gasped, leaning back to look at me. "Round two?"
A wicked grin cut across my face. "I told you you would be punished. I warned you." I pushed her to her back and rolled on top of her. "This is just the beginning."
We were so engrossed in our sin we didn't hear the maid greeting the boss as he returned. And the porcelain floors of the mansion was covered with fine bear fur, so it muffled the clack of their brogues as they approached.
By the time we realised, it was too late. Julio and Dante, his right-hand man were at the door, Julio's face contorted with rage. It was his furious yell that announced his presence. By then, it was too late. I was caught in the act, still buried balls deep in Stella.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Julio roared again.
Stella pulled the sheets over her breasts.
"You come in here and fuck my wife?" Julio growled, waving a threatening fist at me.
"N-no, I....I-I wasn't–" I stuttered helplessly. My stupid dick was still rock hard despite my fear. I had no doubt it was fuel stoking Julio's already burning rage.
"Bastard," Julio cursed, his dangerous eyes boring holes into me. "Tu muori oggi! You die today."
I swallowed. Paralysed by fear, I remained in the bed, unable to move, watching stupidly as he drew his Glock out of his holster. Stella rushed out of the bed and grabbed his hand, falling to her knees.
Be yanked his hand free of Stella's grip, a loud crack echoing in my head as the back of his hand connected with her face. He returned to me and aimed. That was when my paralysed instincts kicked in.
"No!" I yelled, scrambling out of the bed and attempted to dodge behind the bed. But it was impossible...I was not faster than a bullet. The first shot came flying, the hot metal bullet tearing a hole into my back. The impact sent me sprawling on the floor.
I could hear Stella's voice, screaming hoarsely but it was like she was miles away, like we were in two different worlds separated by ice. "Julio, stop! Please!"
Julio didn't. He continued to unload his gun, each shot sending extra pangs of pain through my half-dead body, until his gun jammed and the last empty shell clattered on the floor.
My vision began to tunnel in, y young life slowly draining out of me until I faded into oblivion, my eyes closing while I drifted into a peaceful sleep.