Page 57 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Don’t come.

“Don’t forget the rule, Gia,” he whispers.

Then, he presses two fingers inside me again. I don’t say anything, which is a goddamn triumph.

Because a second later, he adds his tongue to the mix.

And I think I’m going to crawl out of my skin.

His fingers are sliding in and out of me while his tongue works my clit. His other hand, to my joy and to my terror, climbs up my ribs to grasp one of my breasts.

Sal’s fingers pinch my nipple, rolling it around, while he laps at me.

Shit

Shit.

I’m not going to make it. There’s no way that I’m not going to come. There’s no way that I want to stop. I mean how bad can his punishment be? He’s going to what, spank me a little?

Oh no.

That thought sends a shiver down my spine that’s downright dangerous. I feel it again, but this time, Sal freezes before I push at him.

He looks up.

“You’re so close, aren’t you darling?”

I nod. Barely. The movement is abrupt, like my neck muscles forgot how to move. But I don’t know what my body is doing in the slightest, really.

His fingers are still inside me.

I feel like a violin. Like a guitar. Like a fucking bow strung so tight that any movement on his part is going to send me over the edge.

Through all of this, his rule tugs at the edges of my awareness.

Don’t come.

“You’ve been so good, Gia. So very good. You know what happens to good girls?”

Again, a shake of my head that is absolutely terrible, like I’ve lost all muscle control.

He smiles again.

“They get to come.”

I blink.

Is he…?

Then, he moves. His lips return to my clit, his tongue working it while his fingers move aggressively in and out of me.

I’m a mess. I feel like my nerves are going to explode. I’ve been here twice before, and I have no clue how I’m actually going to go through with it this time.

I bite my lips again because I need to tell him that I’m too sensitive. That I’m too wrung out. There’s no way I’m going to be able to come now…

Then, he moves his fingers. In something that feels like… he’s pressing something inside of me?

Oh.