Page 79 of A New Days Don

Fuck off. I growl mentally to the side of me, always trying to keep me stuck in the past and in fear.

I drop my hand carefully, tentatively against Massimo’s velvety skin. I gasp as his eyes squeeze shut, but only for a split second before his pained expression is back on mine. He hisses through his teeth as I slowly, gently wiggle my fingers against the hardened ridge. I’m surprised he can even feel the whisper of a touch, but it seems to be driving him mad.

My lip quirks at that, and he shoots me a playful glare, “Does my torture amuse you, angel darling? Seems to me, you may be as sadistic as I am.”

Massimo’s wink makes my mind turn to mush. He’s unlike anything I would ever expect from a member of the mafia, though his aura of power and dominance fit part of that bill.

When I look down, I all but cum prematurely again. His cock is beautiful.

Can a cock be considered beautiful?

He’s thicker and longer than I expected a cock to be, with veins that pulse along the length of it, drawing me in. The angry tip drips precum into a small puddle on the well-defined muscles of his lower abdomen, making his olive skin glisten. Then… I see the piercing that had winked at me in his car a few weeks ago. My cheeks heat with need as I reach for it and rub the piercing and skin with my index finger. Massimo hisses again.

When I meet his blackened gaze, he looks feral. More of my arousal drips from me, and my clit pulses. He looks wild, yet his restraint is unparalleled as he holds himself back.

“How do I…” I curse inwardly at the embarrassment that tries to swallow me whole, not that I mind it. It’s better than panicking. “How do I make you feel good?”

It seems rather intuitive, I picture I would just rub the shaft up and down, but is there more? Is there something I need to do in addition to that? Should I play with the piercing? Avoid the piercing? Do I squeeze? Not squeeze?

My mental questions are silenced when he speaks, “Wrap your hand around my cock.” His voice is more hoarse and breathless than I have ever heard him. He’s weak… For me?

I bite my lip, and he throws his head back, “Please, angel, fuck.”

He sounds pained, as if the very thought of me touching his cock will be his undoing.

Please.

He’s begging me?

My eyes droop at the heady thought that makes tingles and tiny explosions go off deep inside of me.

I do as he tells me, wrapping my hand around his thick girth, squeezing him gently.

“Fuck.” He curses loudly. I almost release him in fear I did something wrong, but then he adds, “This is going to be embarrassingly quick for me.”

Embarrassing? Nothing about that feels embarrassing. It feels satisfying and… hot?

I want him to cum quickly. I want him to feel as weak with my hands on him as I do when his hands are on me.

His cock throbs beneath my hand, and a giddy energy buzzes up my spine. I slowly begin to move up, getting close to his piercing, before moving back down again. More precum leaks, and my mouth waters at the sight of it dripping down his shaft. I collect it with my hand, moaning at the lewd feeling.

“That’s right, baby, it’s all for you.” Massimo groans, his words making my body purr.

I lean over, dark eyes tracking my every movement and his lips part on a shuddered breath. I’m barely thinking as I stick my tongue out, touching the tip where more beads of sticky cum are. Salt and masculinity flood my mouth, and my pussy throbs. I whimper, pumping up his cock to push more of him out and lap up what comes out.

He curses frantically over and over again.

“Mila, sweetheart, I’m going to cum if you keep that up.” He warns, as if he thinks that would stop me, but it only adds fuel to the erotic fire burning me up from the inside out.

I lick and lap at his tip as my hand continues to pump him. Excited to see what happens. Anticipation and anxiety are a potent mixture that is driving me insane, and I don’t care as long as Massimo falls into insanity with me.

I swallow the sudden knot in my throat. I don’t know why I feel this sense of security with him, God knows I shouldn’t, but it’s true. If something feels this right, it can’t be so bad.

“Pull off, Mila,” His voice is pained and desperate, but I don’t listen, not even when his hand grips my long, free tresses into his tense fist. He tries to pull me off, but I fight against it, then suddenly he’s groaning loudly and with wild abandon. Sweet, salty ropes squirt in quick succession with each grunt and tremble of his muscular hips. I sputter, shocked by the flavour and warmth. The cum dribbles down my chin as I pull off him, not sure what to do with it.

His eyes dilate, and his deflating cock twitches as he looks at me. Massimo pounces on me. His mouth crashes into mine, groaning hungrily as he tastes himself on me. His tongue wrestles with mine, and I whimper into the kiss.

He pulls away, his dark stubble now covered in both of our cum as he grins wickedly at me, “You did so well, sweetheart. Those beautiful, perfect lips feel so good tasting me.”