Indebted to the Mafia King

*Heidi*

"Oh, my..." I trail off, unable to finish my sentence while Cal's tongue flicks out and ravishes my clit with enthusiasm.

My whole body shivers, my muscles tightening and breaking into spasm as my orgasm finally reaches its peak. Every cell inside of me is so sensitive to his touch, I wouldn't be able to form a proper sentence at the moment, even if my life depended on it.

My fingers are tangled in his hair, keeping his head trapped between my legs, even though he doesn't seem to be ready to get out of there yet.

I drop my head back, closing my eyes to savor how good it feels to reach climax with only his mouth on my body. If he's this good with his tongue, I can only imagine what he can do with his dick inside of me.

The wave of pleasure starts dissipating when Cal pulls back, and I allow myself to take a deep breath. If I want this to keep going-which I absolutely do-I need to pull myself together first.

I feel my cheeks burning when I realize Cal is staring at me, completely vulnerable and naked under him. I'm sure I look anything but sexy now, spread on his leather couch as if he just sucked the life out of me, which honestly, that's exactly what it feels like.

It must feel good for a guy to know he was able to make a woman moan his name over and over, delirious with lust, only using his fingers and his tongue.

"That was... something else," I finally manage to say, looking uup at him. Normally, I wouldn't like to inflate someone's ego like this, but to be fair, Cal deserves the credit.

His eyes still hold that hunger and darkness that makes my insides churn with desperation.

Of course, he's not done yet.

He made me feel good while all I did was stroke him a little. I'm positive that it didn't do as much for him as it did for me.

Cal chuckles, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. My gaze lowers to the bulge in his pants. I'm glad it's still there, which means he's ready and waiting for me.noveldrama

I don't want to disappoint him or leave him hanging. The guy just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and he's promising to give me way more tonight.

Cal doesn't reply to what I said, giving me the time I need to compose myself. I ponder waiting until my heartbeat settles back to normal, but I don't want this moment to end. If I take too long, it might break the spell surrounding us, and I'm not ready for the night to be over yet.

I can think of the consequences and regret it all tomorrow. But not tonight. Not now.

So, without saying another word, I get to my feet, gathering all the courage and determination I can to move toward him.

I crash my lips into his before eithr of us can say anything else. It's like we never separated. I'm still sensitive to his touch, my skin burning as his hands roam over me and pull me toward his hard chest.

I reach for his belt, unbuckling it. Cal's breath catches in his throat as he pulls back from our kiss and looks down at what I'm doing. I'm grateful that my hands aren't shaking as I open his button and work his pants down, leaving him only in his black boxers.

My eyes widen slightly as I get a better look of what's underneath the thin fabric, anticipating having it all inside of me.

"Need some time, baby?" he teases with his eyebrows raised.

I look up at him, a grin forming on my lips.

"Nah, I think I'm good," I reply, kissing him again.

I reach for his length, and while moaning against my mouth, Cal pulls me and walks us backward, holding me tight and guiding us to another room. I hope it's his bedroom. I could use a comfortable bed to get lost in him. The couch was great, but I'm sure his bed must look and feel a thousand times better.

As soon as my back hits the soft mattress, I find out I'm not wrong. It's like I'm lying on a cloud.

The room is completely dark except for a dim lamp in the corner, which is the only thing allowing me to see Cal. His eyes are darkened by shadows and lust, and I spread my legs apart, giving him enough room to fit his tall frame between my legs.

"You're so fucking hot, Heidi," he tells me, starting to slide his boxers down his legs.

I watch him, swallowing hard as I wait for him to finally get rid of all the layers of clothing and get back to me.

The whole scene is so sexy and effortlessly arousing that I can't recognize myself and my dirty thoughts. It feels like a scene straight out of one of those steamy romance books I like reading so much. Having read so many of them is coming in handy right now. Otherise, I'd have no idea what to do to make Cal feel as good as he's making me feel. I don't want to be selfish and focus only on my own pleasure

"You're very hot, too," I say, licking my lower lip in what I hope is a sexy way.

"Am I?" he asks, amused, his thick accent working me up even more.

I nod. "Yeah. You got me on my back on the first date. That's a first for me."

A glimpse of desire crosses his eyes and face, and Cal finally moves forward, adjusting himself between my legs, his body completely naked against mine.

There's nothing between us anymore, only our skin brushing each other, causing sparks to erupt between us.

His mouth finds my neck, causing my eyes to roll backward.

I feel his hardness against my folds, his tip playing at my wet entrance and causing me to moan in protest. I bulk my hips toward him, looking for any kind of stimulation, feeling more than ready for him again. Cal chuckles against my skin, clearly enjoying himself by provoking me and making me desperate.

"You like making me beg, don't you?" I complain, locking my ankles together behind him and pulling him down on me further.

"Can't say I don't," he replies, kissing me hungrily.

Our tongues play together while Cal slides his dick up and down my slit, deliciously circling my sensitive clit in a slow dance.

My brain is foggy, my heart beating so fast against my chest that I can hear the blood thrumming through my ears. I'm aching with need, and if he takes too long, I won't be able to wait for him.

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough.

"I am," I reply, slightly frustrated it's taking him so long. "What you're going to do about it?"

Cal pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, and for a moment, I wonder if he's going to give up.

I hold my breath, waiting for him to make the next move, even though my insides are burning up, and my mind is numb.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks me, his voice firm and his expression suddenly serious.

Is he kidding me? I love a man who assk for cosent, but I wouldn't be able to hold back now even if I wasn't.

Instead of answering him with words, I grind myself against him, my wetness sliding against his length easily. "Is that enough of an answer for you?" I retort breathlessly.

Cal swallows hard. He reaches for his drawer, retrieving a condom from it. I silently thank him for thinking about it, because at this moment, if it were up to me, I'd make the mistake of having sex without protection. That'd be stupid of me, of course. But Cal has that effect on me. I can't think properly. I don't even feel like myself when I'm around him.

He returns his attentio to me and as if a switch has been flipped, his actions become more aggressive, more purposeful. He trails hot kisses from my neck to my breasts, making me arch off the mattress, providing him full access to me. I gasp, gripping his shoulders as he expertly, but carefully, enters me, slowly filling me. At first, his thrusts are slow, and he's watching me to make sure I'm not in any pain.

But as soon as I let out a loud moan, my hips in sync with his, Cal seems to have the reassurance he needs to speed up.

My legs tremble with anticipation as his fingers find the flesh of my hips, gripping me so tightly that I'm left on the edge of oblivion.

"You're so fucking tight,” he whispers against my ear, our chests pressed together. My nipples are hard, rubbing against his muscles and sending shivers down to my core.

The familiar feeling of an orgasm building is unmistakable, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy the ride. I don't think I've ever experienced pleasure in such an intense way.

I feel like I'm floating away to heaven. And if that was the case, I'd gladly accept my demise, wrapped in Cal's strong arms. He's holding me so tightly, it seems he never wants this to end.

If only he knew I also jope to stay here as long as I can.

As I teeter on the brink, my inner walls throbbing around him, I feel Cal's length pump inside of me as he also reaches climax.

"Holy shit," he murmurs against my neck.

I can only nod in agreement with him, unable to do anything other than enjoy the wave of pleasure that engulfs me like a tsunami.

With a final, deep thrust, Cal presses a single kiss on my lips before collapsing on top of me, completely worn out.