Conquered by the Mafia Boss

It seems ridiculous, but my stomach flips at the thought of him eating me out. Rafael never would have done it-he thought that it was emasculating.

Tony kisses my inner thigh and I curl my fingers in his hair. “I’m going to lick your pussy, and you’re going to love it.”

The last thread of resistance breaks as soon as his dark head bends over, his hot mouth breathing over my wet folds, and then the slightest touch of his lips against my clit sends a lightning bolt through me. I arch my back as his tongue reaches back and licks.

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Holy crap.

I’ve never, ever experienced anything like this.

He lifts his head, smiling.

“That’s right. I want to hear you scream. I want to feel you come when my tongue fucks you.”

It thrills me to hear him talking like that. Fuck, it’s hot.

The wet, hot muscle moves down my slit, taking care to flick over my sensitive clit as I try not to squeeze his head off with my thighs. His mouth closes over me, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation. I look down, and his head is buried in my pussy. Eyes closed in apparent ecstasy, he sucks hard, and a small explosion occurs in the pit of my stomach. I never knew it could feel so fucking good. My fingers dig into his skull as the pounding ache between my legs grows, and I dimly feel ashamed for how turned-on I am, for how my juices run down his chin. The smooth muscle slides inside me, teasing me. It’s not big enough-not wide enough to satisfy the burning ache.

“Tony, please-Jesus!”

He ignores me as his hands caress my bare ass, his tongue continuing its torture as he fucks me with his mouth. I dig my fingers into his hair and pull hard, and he lets out a muffled growl.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.”

His finger curves into my pussy and I moan out loud as it slides into me. His tongue flicks over my clit as his finger fucks me mercilessly, and I clench my muscles, face screwed up almost in pain. I just want him to fuck me, already. Just fuck me!

Then his tongue slides in again and he presses his face to my pussy, burying himself as deep as he can go as he pinches my clit. A violent reaction rips through my body, and I cry out loud as contractions seize me. Ecstasy rolls through me as Tony pulls away, laughing. He kisses my inner thigh and I dig my hands in his hair so painfully that he winces.

I slide down his chest, and as my hands explore him-the rock-hard cock between his legs-I want him again. My swollen core clenches hard, and I just yank his shirt apart, hard enough so that several buttons fly off.

He laughs as they scatter loudly over the floor and his wet lips press against mine. “You are so fucking eager. I love it.”

I open my mouth, tasting myself, loving the way my musk mingles with his scent. My hands move over his ripped, tattooed muscles, and I want to lick every hard bump and stretch of taut flesh.

Suddenly he buries his hand in my hair and pulls hard. “I don’t care if our arrangement isn’t real, your tongue will only taste my cock.” His fingers shove inside me. “Same with your pussy. It’s mine, along with the rest of you. I have a reputation, and you’re not going to fuck it up.”

“So you can fuck whoever you want, but I can’t? That’s not fair.”

“Nothing about the life is fair.”

I curl my lip bitterly when I look at his rigid face. He’s right, though. Mafiosi may fuck behind their wives’ back, but the wives definitely don’t do the same thing. Not if they know what’s good for them.

It’s fucked up.

“You want to be married to me? You have to play the game.”

That’s right. Play the game.

A satisfied smirk flicks over his face and then is replaced with smoldering lust. I know that I’m just a good lay to him. He doesn’t do relationships. I can see the conflict in his eyes.

“Don’t get attached to me, Elena. I’ll just disappoint you. Just expect great sex from me, nothing else.”

“I don’t know if I can detach like that.”

His voice is ragged. “Try.”

His hand gropes my breast, his thumb stroking my nipple as he kisses me again, and then he leads me to the huge window and turns on the light so that we light up like a Christmas tree. Everyone in the neighborhood can see us. Excitement runs up my leg when he slides up behind me, kissing my neck. A possessive arm snakes around my waist and grabs my tits roughly.

“Do you want to please me, baby?”

His lips sear my neck over and over, like hot brands. It’s as though he’s marking me as his.

“Yes, fuck-of course-”

I can’t fucking think when you’re playing with my tits and kissing my neck.

“If you want to be in this house, you’ll let me fuck you in front of the whole world.” He squeezes my breast again. “I want them to see me claiming your beautiful body. I want every asshole looking in my apartment to be jealous of me. I want your ex to see me banging his girl.” A wolfish grin smiles at me, reflected from the glass. “The fact that I’m fucking a made guy’s girl gives me a bigger thrill than finding a new piece of ass every night.”

He’s cruel and crazy, but the hard bump digging into my ass is impossible to ignore. I turn around in his arms and I grab his thick cock, loving how his eyes lock onto mine. I sink to my knees and kiss him through his slacks, feeling him twitch.

It’s fucking crazy. I shouldn’t feed his ego, but his words have me on fire, and I’ll do anything for him. I’ll blow him in front of the window, and I hope Rafael sees. A savage pleasure burns my chest at the very idea.

Fuck you, asshole. You and I are done.

I tear the slacks from his hips. Without even looking at him, I slide his hard length in my mouth as his hands caress my head. The long sigh he gives me makes my pussy contract, and I reach around his muscled thighs to run my hands over his ass. I stick my tongue out, imaging that asshole watching from the ground, and I take his cock as deep as I can. I want that jerk to see me blowing Tony with more enthusiasm than I ever showed him.

Tony lets out a volley of swear words in French that makes the glow between my legs pulse. I ride my tongue under the ridge of his cock, flicking it over his head. The sloppy, wet noises echo in his apartment and I see myself, head swinging back and forth as his hands fist my hair. Then he moves his hips, grunting loudly. My jaws widen as he pushes all the way down, and I push my tongue out so that it just barely strokes his balls. His abdomen presses against my nose as I feel him throb inside my throat, and then he pulls out so that I can breathe.

“Do you like it when I fuck your mouth?”

My chest heaves as I catch my breath, his cock rock hard in my hands. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

He strokes my head in a surprisingly tender gesture. “All right, baby. Open wide.”

I grab his thighs and open my mouth obediently. He thrusts inside me slowly, gradually picking up the pace. Then he buries himself. I feel the thickness bulging down my throat as his hips slide closer and closer to my eyes. My air chokes off and he bends slightly, grinding his cock against my lips even though it can’t go any deeper. I clutch his thighs, wanting more of him.

“Fuck!”

He pulls out and looks down at me, raking a shaking hand through his hair. He grabs my arm and pulls me up roughly. “I need that pussy of yours now.”

An indescribable look consumes Tony’s face before he crushes his lips against mine and slams me against the glass. His arms curl underneath me and he lifts me over his powerful waist. A thickness presses against my core and suddenly my walls yield around him. I bury my face in his neck as his cock sinks into me.

My legs wrap around him and he stabs my pussy with his cock, burying his face in my neck. God, it’s so long and deep. I feel it sliding up my channel, widening the walls. Then he thrusts hard, and it knocks the breath out of me.