Page 69 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I groan, shifting so I can take him deeper. I’m getting wet through this whole process, which is pretty shocking, because it’s not every day that giving a blowjob turns me on as much as this.

Actually, it’s never.

I don’t even like blowjobs.

But for Sal?

I fucking love them.

His hand pushes me down. “Deeper, Gia,” he rumbles.

I look up at him and he’s watching me, his pupils blown wide. The image of him looking at me through those eyelashes, over the canvas of tattoos covering his chest, is just erotic.

Pure and simple.

I groan, and my pussy clenches with need.

Somehow, despite the fact that his fingers are nowhere near the center of my pleasure, he seems to know this. “You like this, don’t you?” he purrs.

I nod.

His hand pushes me forward. “Take more, belissima,” he whispers.

I comply.

For Sal, knowing that I like it is at least as important as liking it himself. His cock twitches in my mouth when I free one of my hands to drift down and touch myself.

Holy shit.

I really like this.

“You wanted to touch me so badly last night, didn’t you?”

I have no response, and I suckle more of him.

“Now that you can, are you pleased?”

Glancing up at him, I make a frustrated sound. I can’t exactly nod with him in my mouth.

Sal grins. “Let me go Gia. Just for a second.”

I think about saying no. Keeping my lips wrapped around him.

But…

I release him.

Sal’s strong arms are at my waist in seconds, and I give a little shriek as he turns me. Before I know it, my core is positioned over his face.

And his cock bobs in front of me.

“Keep going,” he murmurs.

I do. His abs flex underneath me, and it’s the only warning I have before his lips descend on my aching wet center.

Oh. My. God.

From there, it’s kind of a mess. I can’t focus on Sal when he’s lapping at me, and I can barely hold him in my mouth because I keep gasping.