Mafia's Devil part 40

His eyebrows fall, and his neck is lined with veins as if he stopped breathing and is ready to suffocate. On second thought, maybe that’s the semen in his virile body ready to burst from his pores.

I’d be more than willing to lick the mess clean.

He’s silent, and I give up trying to read the mind of this complicated man. I want to do as I please, and that is to swallow his fat cock.

I escape his hold — which takes quite some effort on my part because Luciano’s hands are bands of steel around me. I slip between his legs, falling onto my knees. My pussy is still dripping, soiling the fancy carpet below.

“Karine…” he warns when my smaller fingers fuss with his belt buckle. “You will hurt yourself.”

Hah! He thinks his dick is such a force to reckon with that he’ll physically hurt me? Well, he’s probably right, but I’m a chef trained in CPR. I can handle a little choking.

I don’t bother pulling his pants down. I unzip him and go fishing for that dick. It’s so erect that I struggle to pull it out. Luciano has to sweep his hands in and help me.

Once I’m eye-to-eye with the swollen, mean-looking thing, I almost book it out of there. The only reason I wrap a trembling hand around it is that Luciano is looking at me, and I’ve already talked my way into this.

I shut my eyes and dive for Luciano’s warm thickness. I tuck my teeth away, and wrap my tongue and lips around the head tenderly to see how he likes it. Judging by the groan that comes from his chest and trembles up his cock and into my cheeks, he loves it.

I keep my eyes low, not ready to look into his yet.

My tongue swipes left to right as I lift and lower my head, tending to his first few inches. Only a suicidal woman would try to deep throat the rest of him. It’s no wonder Luciano is so confident. He’s hung for days.

I slurp the thick, salty pre-cum on his tip, and I decide I like the taste. My tongue swipes at his head rapidly, searching for more.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans.

I dare to peek up and find him with his head tipped back, panting at the ceiling.

I’m doing this to him. I'm sucking his control right through his cock. My pussy throbs with joy, hoping that if we please him well enough, he’ll bury his dick that’s still wet with my saliva in me.

My tongue slides left to right as I bob my head and massage the inches I can’t reach with my hand. My free hand reaches up for his abdomen to touch the muscles there. His chest is as hard and sturdy as his cock. He’s panting and groaning, becoming undone under my tongue.

I want him to see me mapping his dick, so I stop my ministrations. As expected, Luciano trembles with an angry grunt and drops his vivid eyes to mine.

“Woman…” There’s a warning in his tone.

I lower my gaze and go back to taming the beast between my cheeks. I become more enthusiastic in my slurping now that I know his eyes are on me.

Streaks of saliva line his cock. The urge to lick them comes naturally, as if I’ve been entertaining men for years now. Maybe my body is pulling all its tricks and secrets to seduce this alpha male. He has everything my reproductive system could want— a man that can satisfy and protect.

I let his dick rest on my face as I swing my tongue under his balls. My left eye is covered, and the right looks at him as I suckle his hot, tight balls.

“You’re gonna kill me, baby,” he groans.

I’m squatted between his powerful thighs, making my saliva drip down his cock to meet the wetness that streams out of my cunt on the carpet.

I suck his length back into my mouth and experiment with suction, curling my lips around my teeth to see if he likes the new sensation. His chest continues to rumble like a motor, producing nothing but sounds of pleasure.

“Fuck baby, where did you learn how to do that?”

I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I repeat the sucking and bobbing motion with gusto. Luciano’s groans battle with the sounds of my slurping. Saliva bubbles from the corners of my mouth, but I swallow at the tip and get back to work.

“Karine… fuck!”

He slides his hands under my armpits and pulls me up, dislodging himself from my mouth. I’m lying belly-first on the bed now, my legs open and Luciano’s weight pinning me down.

I feel his dick— hot and ready, poke my ass.

He buries his nose in my neck and shifts the head of his cock to align it with my entrance. He presses a palm against the top of my head, as if protecting me. Slowly, he dips in. His head demands that my pussy make way for it, so I’m stretched open. I squirm under him when the stretching becomes uncomfortable.

Luciano stops pressing into me and rocks back and forth. He’s only an inch or two inside of me, but he’s enjoying every gram of pussy I’m offering.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he mumbles and licks my ear as his cock does the same to my insides.

His hips become greedier and pump into me faster. My clit brushes the sheets below, creating a friction that makes me whimper for more.

Luciano’s pace is steady for five minutes, but then he becomes erratic. One arm holds him up as his free hand squeezes my right ass cheek.

I hear a long groan, and then feel warmth splatter all over my ass and back.

Luciano straddles me and kisses my shoulder. “Damn. Damn.”

He swipes something across my back to wipe his semen off and rolls over so I’m on top of him. He cups my ass and kisses the top of my head. “You have magical pussy, baby. Are you okay?”

“No.”

He stiffens. “What?”

“I’m disappointed, because what was that? You were supposed to put the whole thing in me, not the tip!”

“Karine, your tight little pussy can’t handle all that yet. Be patient, baby. Do you want me to eat you out again to calm you down?”

Heck, no. My vagina is a mess. I need a shower.

“Nope. I’m calm!” I snuggle into his chest, cupping his huge biceps.

He pats my ass. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh no,” I groan. “Where will you kidnap me this time?”

“There is no kidnapping involved.” With one arm wrapped around my back, he reaches for the nightstand and retrieves his phone.

“Here.”

I look at the image on the screen, and it takes a few seconds for it to register. It’s my restaurant, rebuilt. Luciano dug my restaurant from ashes.

My bottom lip trembles and I burst into tears.

“Oh, no. You weren’t supposed to cry!” he groans. “Uh, I can sell it if you don’t want it?”

I cry harder.

“What? Do you want me to burn it down again?”

The idiot doesn’t understand that I’m touched by his gift, not disappointed. I guess it’s because he has never cried from happiness before. As a matter of fact, Luciano has probably never cried for any reason.

I sob into his chest until I get sleepy and leave behind my sexually satisfied but dumb folded fiance.