He crushed my breast in one hand and stabbed the other between my legs. He let go of my breast and scooped up my neck. He held me in his powerful arms while he pulled up my skirt and started rubbing my dripping pussy.
“You remember what I said,” he hissed in my ear. “You don’t cum until I say so. Understand?”
I moaned in agony as the waves of blissful desire spread through me. He turned me on so much that I ached to cum, but I couldn’t. No matter how hard and fast he fingered me, I couldn’t go against those terrible words. My body obeyed him even if I didn’t want to.
“Be quiet!” he snarled. “Don’t you make a sound! You might want to slut around with Cesare in the woods where everyone can see you, but you keep it to yourself here. Understand? Don’t make a sound, or I’ll never let you cum at all.”
I swallowed another pitiful moan of delicious ecstasy. He concentrated tiny, wicked circles on my clit and drove me wild through my panties. He hadn’t even touched me yet, but he was already taking over my mind in ways I could never imagine.
“Whose slut are you?” he whispered. “Who makes you so hot you can’t control yourself?”
I opened my mouth to answer and then remembered what he said. I couldn’t make a sound. How did this happen? How did he take control of my very being with just a few words?
“That’s right,” he hissed. “You’re my slut, aren’t you? You remember who controls you. This pussy is mine. I say when you cum. I say when you bend over and take it like a little bitch.”
I gulped down rising madness. I needed him so fucking bad. He didn’t shy away from letting me know how fucking hard he was, either. He crammed his pulsing rod into my ass and ground me against the wall with every vicious word.
Lightning quick, he pulled back and thrust his hand down into my soaking wet panties. His fingers vanished in a sea of wetness, and then they stabbed inside me all the way to the knuckle.
“What a hot, wet little slut you are!” he whispered. “You want my cock fucking that pussy, don’t you? You want to feel me pounding this ass and you gushing your cum all over my cock. That’s how much of a slut you are. You want to cum for me, don’t you?”
I couldn’t speak, so I just gasped in broken agony. Was this all he ever planned to do to me?
He pulled off and spun me around to face him. He took his hands off me and grabbed his belt. “Get on your knees, slut.”
His eyes made me tremble. I couldn’t look at him, but when he yanked his belt open and started on his fly, I knew exactly what I had to do.
I dropped on my knees in front of him, and he unzipped his pants. He pushed his briefs down, and his massive slab of a cock fell out in front of my face.
I gulped again when I saw how big it was. It was thick and powerful and unbelievably hot, just like the rest of him.
He grabbed me by the hair and steered it toward my mouth. My lips fell open in such blessed relief that he was finally letting me touch him.
He glided into my mouth, and his breath hissed in his nostrils. I would have sucked him much deeper and faster, but he held onto my head and controlled the rhythm.
He slid in nice and slow and pulled back only a few inches deep. His cock filled my mouth to bursting. That thick, throbbing feeling of fullness took over my mind and being. He took over in new and impossible ways.
He stroked in my mouth, and emotion flooded me. I was a slut on my knees before him. He towered over me, so strong and powerful and unbelievably masculine. He was like some kind of god holding my life in his hand.
I relaxed into his hold over me. I didn’t care anymore if what he said somehow degraded me or made me seem like less. He could never make me less by giving me his body. I would do anything for him. I would do so much more than suck him.
He finally dragged me off him, but he didn’t release me. He twisted my head up, so I had no choice but to look into his smoldering black eyes.
He bent down and started kissing me. He started hard and cruel and demanding like he kissed in the limo, but a second later, he softened up. His lips became gentle and searching and sensual in ways I never could have imagined.
He eased off just a little bit more, and I opened my eyes for the moment when he stopped kissing me.
He had his eyes open too, and he didn’t stop. He kept kissing me in those luscious, searching, everlasting kisses while his eyes explored my soul. My heart ached with emotion that only got more excruciating when he straightened up, still holding me on my knees in front of him.
He raised his other hand and stroked his thick, rough fingers down my cheek while he owned me with his eyes. His eyes refused to release me, and my throat constricted with so much emotion I thought I might start crying.
How could a man looking at me like this make me want to worship him and serve him and give him everything so much?
Nicky was a bruiser, a hard, cruel, violent mobster. He was everything I hated about the mob… or so I thought until just a few minutes ago.
Those eyes… Those eyes communicated so much depth of feeling I never let myself see before. He possessed something so priceless and untapped in that big, hard, unyielding body of his. How could I have spent nearly every day with him without realizing who and what he really was?
He gave me one more kiss and let go of my hair. “Stand up.”