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“Never to you.”
I push him back and straddle his hips. He grunts in happy surprise as I arch back and grind myself against his length. I kiss him, moving down, down, tugging off his boxer briefs until his hardness is in my hand. I stroke him slowly, marveling at his size, at the thickness, the veins down his shaft. I lick and suck, gently, waking up now, trying to take more of him into my mouth. But I’m not good at it yet.
He moans as I go as deep as I can. I ease back, sucking the tip, tongue circling. His hips push up, moving further into my throat. I pull back, gasping, stroking with both hands, pausing only to toss my shirt aside.
His eyes take me in. Loving, obsessed, burning with need. “Fuck, you look so good.”
“You’re only saying that because I have your dick in my mouth.”
“Actually, it’s in your hands.”
“If you correct me again, I’m going to stop.”
“Fuck, please don’t.”
I shiver with joy. “I love it when you beg.”
“You want me to beg?” His eyes glaze over. “Please, baby, suck me more.”
I do as he asks, going faster, heat building. He groans, fingers gliding through my hair, and reaches down between my legs. I move sideways, horizontal to him, sucking and sliding my tongue around his cock. I whimper, moaning as he finds my folds and slips inside my pussy.
“God, you’re so wet, baby,” he moans, arching into my mouth again. “You’re so pretty and fucking soaking. You get all dripping when you suck my cock, don’t you?”
I can only moan in reply, his dick filling my mouth as I suck him to the beat of his fingers stroking into my pussy, and I feel it building in my core. I’m about to break when I pull away and rip off my silk pajama bottoms.
I straddle him, desperate to get him inside of me. “I need it all,” I say, breathing hard. “Right now.”
He holds my ass and fills me with one thrust, the wet of my spit mixing with the wet of my pussy. He glides in deep and I cry out, fingers digging into his muscles. I grind down, moaning, riding right on the edge until I start moving again, up and down, taking him.
“Fuck, Mari,” he growls. “Goddamn, I’m going to fill you, baby.”
“Keep going.”
He thrusts into me, wet slap over and over, and my eyes roll back as I hit my limits. His size is still incredible, but instead of painful now, he’s only pure bliss. I break on his dick, coming hard, shoulders rounded and moans escaping my lips like prayers as he fucks me again and again and fills me to the brim. I slide off, gasping, and take his wet and cum-covered cock in my mouth, sucking and licking him until he’s nice and clean.
“God, what a way to wake up,” he murmurs, pulling me against him, his mouth in my hair. “Can’t think of a better way.”
“Actually, I can.”
He grunts. “How?”
“Well, if my very handsome husband fucked me into a fantastic orgasm—”
“Done.”
“—Then got up to make me coffee, that’d be incredible.”
He laughs, low and joyous. I swear, he sounds ten years younger. “Let me enjoy you a second longer then I’ll go.”
True to his word, he cuddles me, then he goes and fetches my drink.
Strange how a mafia don like him can treat me like royalty.
When we’re dressed and I’m caffeinated, he tugs me against him near the window. “I want to show you something.”
“What’s that?”
“Come on.”
