Page 129 of Mafia King's Secret Baby

Could he…

Then, I don’t have any more room in my mind for thoughts.

Because Elio licks me, and my world constricts to the feeling of his hot tongue between my legs.

He’s so ridiculously good at this, it’s almost embarrassing. His tongue firmly curls around my clit, and the pressure he applies makes me want to crumple immediately.

Somehow, this man knows exactly how to destroy me, and I’m just going to let him. Because it feels so damn good that I don’t have the strength to do anything else.

When he pushes one finger inside of me while he’s lapping at the bundle of nerves, I bite back a moan.

“No, cara mia. Let me hear you scream,” he mutters.

Then, he pushes another finger in. He curls them upwards, at the same time as licking at me.

Hard.

I come before I realize what’s happening, and it explodes across me in a nuclear blast of sensation.

I think I scream.

I definitely did something because my throat is sore after.

As I’m coming down from the high, he stands. I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but I know one thing.

I’m not done yet.

“Elio,” I whisper, leaning up on my elbows. I crook a finger at him, hopefully looking at least a little alluring.

He smirks. “Do you need something, Caterina?”

“You,” I murmur.

I slide forward, trying to get to my knees so I can take him in my mouth, but Elio’s hand at my throat makes me pause.

“Not today, tesoro mio,” he whispers. “I need you too much.”

I nod. His hand is still around my throat as I stand. Elio smiles at me, then uses his other hand to pull my arm gently forward, until we’re at the side of the couch.

He pushes me downwards, so I’m bent over the arm.

The position makes me feel exposed. My hips rest gently on the padded arm of the couch, and my breasts, so sensitive from my orgasm still, brush against the soft fabric.

The sensation makes me moan.

I feel Elio stand behind me. He’s still wearing the slacks he had on, if the fabric against the back of my thighs is any indication.

I shiver and look back over my shoulder.

The contrast between us is erotic. I can see the curve of my body as it arches over the couch, and the way I’m displayed for him.

His eyes are locked on me, and one of his hands drifts up to caress the round flesh of my ass.

“You mesmerize me, Caterina,” he murmurs.

I watch over my shoulder as he takes his other hand and runs it down the seam of my ass, then I gasp as he plunges two fingers inside me.

“Elio, please,” I murmur again.