The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

My hands came up to my hair and I tugged at the band that held it together, taking it off and allowing it to drop on my shoulder, cascading down my back. I adjusted my frame on his lap, shifting slightly and that earned me a grunt from him. His hands were wrapped firmly around my waist and his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he took me in with his eyes that seemed to have gained a darker shade to them.

Fuck, he was so gorgeous up close. My breath hitched at the sight of him. This man was a god. He was breathtaking, and hands down the most beautiful human I have ever set my eyes on. His hands trailed from my waist, settling on my ass and he cupped them, giving it a light squeeze as he buried his head into my chest, grunting softly because I knew he loved what he was feeling in his hands. I wasn’t trying to brag, but those babies were heavenly.

I smirked, cradling his head in my arms whilst helping him massage his scalp. He buried his head deeper into my chest, his lips brushing my now taut nipples that were straining against the material of my sports bra. The low, approving growl that exited his lips made me know that he loved the feeling of being babied by me. And weirdly, I wanted to take care of him. I wanted to make him feel so good.

I moaned softly when his nose brushed my nipples. My pussy throbbed and pulsated, needy for him, needy for his touch. He squeezed my ass and I moaned loudly, throwing my head back. He wanted my sports bra out of the way and he didn’t fail to show his frustration as he tugged at it. He shrugged the material off my body and my boobs sprung free, bouncing softly. My buds were aching and they were swollen. They were hard and ready for him, and then he tilted his head backwards, soaking in the view in front of him.

“Fuck, Peach. You are going to be the death of me.” He groaned, leaning forward and devouring my boobs with his eyes that had darkened with lust that shook me to the core, rendering my legs which were wrapped around him, numb. He leaned in, kissing the swell of my breasts while cupping them in his hands, to feel them. I whimpered, frustrated that his mouth wasn’t exactly where I needed it. He breathed on my nipples and I let out a breathy moan, then he enclosed his mouth around one of them, eliciting a loud moan from me.

“Fuck!” I cried, digging my fingers into his hair as he ravished my breasts like he had been starved of them for years. He tugged and sucked, showering a lot of attention on them. I didn’t care if my loud moans and soft sobs were being heard outside of the room. All I could do was squirm in his arms as he devoured me. He teased my nub with his mouth, fondling my other breast in his hands. He pulled away lightly, looking up to face me with want written all over his face.

My breath came out harshly as I shrugged his blazer off him. His tie followed and then, I unbuttoned his shirt. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see all of him. I slid down his lap, crouching between his legs, and then I knelt, working my hands up to his belt. I got rid of it and undid his fly. I looked up to see him staring at me with raw desire clouding his face.

“Do you trust me?” I asked, keeping my voice so low.

“With everything. I am all yours.” He answered and I smirked. He arched his back off his bed and I leaned closer, lowering his slacks and his briefs. His hard member sprung out of its confines, hitting my face in the process and I giggled, a soft moan leaving my lips. I tilted my head backwards, gawking at the thick long flesh that had my pussy dripping with moisture. It was throbbing so hard with pre-cum staining the tip.

I took hold of it, basking in its warmth and loving how it fitted perfectly in my arms like it was made just for me. It was so amusing that this dick belonged to me. It was all mine. Mine to do as I pleased. My nipples hardened when I heard him grunt as I worked my hands up and down his long length. I didn’t have to do much, his pre-cum was enough to keep it moist as I pumped my hands around it.

I leaned in, breathing softly on the sensitive head, and heard him make a sound at the back of his throat.

“Don’t tease me, Peach.” He sounded so breathless, his voice gruff and overly husky. I kissed the tip, swirling my tongue around the head and he groaned. Then, slowly, I wrapped my lips around the tip, moaning at how warm it felt against my tongue. My pace was slow, my hands massaging his balls. His hands came to the back of my head as he guided my mouth around his shaft. Then, I tested my limits and went further, taking more of him into my mouth as I began sucking him off.

“God! That’s it, Peach!”

His loud grunts and moans urged me on, fuelling my courage as I began pumping him in and out of my mouth at a fast pace. I bobbed my head to the rhythm and his hands moved to my hair, holding them together as I continued pleasuring him with my mouth. His grip on my hair tightened and I moaned loudly when he began fucking my mouth. I ran my tongue across his length, taking him in my mouth again. I whimpered when he began hitting the back of my throat, gagging softly.

“Oh fuck!”

“God!”

“Harder!” He commanded me and I did as I was told, sucking the thick flesh and massaging his balls with my other hand. He grunted loudly, tugging at my hair. I gagged again, nearly choking as tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t stop. I loved how he felt in my mouth. I wrapped one of my hands around his length, working my hands around its moistness. I looked up from the dick I was choking on watching him throw his head backwards as I sucked him off, taking him all in like a good little girl.

He thrust into my mouth even more and I moaned, my pussy pooling with so much liquid at the sound that emitted from his lips. It felt so good that I was the one driving him crazy. That I had him wrapped around my fingers and at my mercy. It made me feel on top of the world that I was the only one capable of extracting those stimulating sounds from him. My head bobbed up and down as I felt him throb in my mouth, thickening up.

Fuck, he tasted so good. I could suck him off all day and not get tired of it. He was so thick and warm and filled me up without having to stress.

“You taste so good,” I told him, my words came out muffled because I had his dick in my mouth.

His grunts sounded so deep, coming from the back of his throat. I moaned, swirling my tongue around the cap and scraping my teeth around it.

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“Oh shit!” He growled and I couldn’t be more soaked than I was when his thrusts grew faster, alerting my senses that he was approaching his release. I quickened my pace as he tugged at my hair, leaving a dull pain on my scalp. He grunted, swelling in my mouth.

His body grew so tense underneath me as a groan rippled from his lips, shooting his seeds in my mouth and I moaned, feeling the warm thick liquid that seeped out of him. I gobbled it all up greedily, not leaving a single drop out. His hold on my hair grew lax. He dropped on the bed with a thud and I got off my knees, climbing on top of him.

He looked a lot more relaxed than he did in the morning. I guess that was what a good blow job does. Who would have thought being sex-starved could make him grumpy? I leaned down, trapping him underneath me. He released a heavy breath, his hands coming around my waist. I pushed my hair off my face, leaning to claim his lips in a hungry kiss. It heightened my want for him and when I heard him moan, it felt as though I was going to lose it as the passion between us grew more fiery, consuming us. He squeezed my waist, sucking on my lips and that elicited a soft moan from me, my nubs hardening when they brushed his bare chest.

A soft knock sounded at the door and he growled, deepening the kiss. I moaned when he flipped us over and his mouth claimed one of my boobs. I fisted the sheets in my hands, wrapping my legs around him. He weakened me further, kneading my breasts while he placed feathery kisses on the skin of my neck, his thumb flicking my nub.

“Oh, shit!” I cried, choking out a sob at how good he made me feel. He was choking me with pleasure and I loved every bit of it. The knock sounded a little louder and I moaned even louder when his hands brushed the hem of my yoga pants. Fuck, I was so turned on than I could ever imagine but the knocking grew persistent and it left me so irritated about who was disturbing us.

“That’s Duncan,” he breathed and I sighed in frustration, squeezing my eyes shut. He nudged my jaw with his head, urging me to look him in the eye, and I did. His eyes shone with warmth and he had adoration written all over him, emotions that didn’t in any way dim the sizzling want his eyes held.

“God, I want nothing more than being buried inside of you right now, showing you the effect you have on me.” He said huskily, kissing my jaw and I whimpered, my core throbbing so hard. I could feel the warm liquid oozing out of me.

Gosh, fuck, Duncan!

“But it’s important I leave right now. You hear me, my girl?” He asked me, trailing kisses from my jaw, down to my collarbone until it rested on the swell of my breasts, taking one of my tits in his mouth and I moaned, arching my back off the bed and he chuckled.

“So eager for me,” he murmured against my breast. He stopped, to my utmost display, dropping a chaste kiss on my lips.

“Do me a favor, try not to touch yourself while I am gone.” He smirked at me and I bit my lip, watching him get off me. I peered at him beneath my lashes and watched him get dressed, my eyes soaking up every inch of him with utter fascination and admiration.

“Come here,” he ordered, shrugging at his blazers. I got up from the bed, stalking over to where he stood. He yanked me forward when my steps got too slow and I came crashing into his firm chest. His hands dropped lower from where they were on my waist, grabbing a fistful of my ass as he buried his head in the crook of my neck, groaning softly.

“Fuck, you have the softest ass.” He commented and I giggled like a child.

“Yeah?” I asked him, standing on my tip-toes.

“Fuck yeah,” he affirmed, grabbing me softly by the neck and locking our lips in a warm kiss. I wrapped my hands around his neck, moaning into his mouth and he groaned before pulling away. His breathing was ragged and uneven. He pressed a soft kiss on my forehead.

“I will see you later,” He told me and kissed my cheek, dropping his head to the crook of my neck and sniffing me in. He was so touchy. Overly clingy, but I loved every bit of it. He reluctantly let me go and made a beeline for the door, stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

I exhaled, brushing my fingers through my hair and then, I fell back on the bed with a soft thud.

What was going on with me?