The Mafia's One Desire

chapter 17: fire

Sofia Milan Romano

With his head between my legs, my hands run through his hair. He sucks feverishly on my clit, eating me out like I'm going to be his last meal. My back arches off the sheets as my legs squeeze together tightly. I trap him between my legs while I use my hand to push his face further into me. 

I'm desperate, purely desperate, for any release. I want to ease the ache, and I know only Alessandro can. I can barely breathe, my heart thumping rapidly, my whole body feels like it's being set on fire. It feels so...so fucking good. My mind is completely overwhelmed by the sensations running through me.

I grind down on him as I beg him to allow me release. He only chuckles, liking himself being in control of me. I moan out his name, gripping the sheets in between my fingers. His eyes flick up to mine while a gasp exits my mouth. Holy shit. His tongue flicks in all the right spots, and I have no idea what to do. 

I could pass out, and I can't imagine how embarrassing that would be. To focus on something, I concentrate on the heat coming from Alessandro's body. And with my mind focused, I close my eyes, feeling everything he's doing to me. He's so fucking attentive.

Without warning, he pinches my thigh. At first, that pain does nothing but make me feel surprised, and then the pleasure comes. With each inflicted pinch, my stomach tightens, the sensations he imposes on me becoming immeasurable. 

His teeth graze my clit, another painful shock rushes through me, followed by the greatest amount of pleasure I have ever felt. He does it several times more as his hands grip my thighs tightly. Moans and whimpers continue erupting from my mouth as his torture settles the heat within me.

"Alessandro...please. Let me cum."

"Keep begging, and I just might."

His husky voice sends vibrations against my soaking pussy, and my hips roll on their own accord.

"You like that, amore? Do you like me controlling you? You like me forcing you to beg?"

"Sandro. Let me cum, please, let me cum."

"Again, love. Beg me again."

"Let me cum. I need to cum. Alessandro...please, please, please."

"Oh, you're my brava ragazza."
[good girl]

One final suck on my clit and I know he's permitting me. Waves upon waves of arousal hit me all at once, and I let go. My hands unclench themselves from the sheets, my legs going limp against his muscular shoulders, my moans being uncontrollable. Alessandro keeps his head right where it is, licking up all my juices, calling them incredibly sweet. 

I run my fingers through his hair as not only a way to calm him but to calm myself as well. He continues flicking his tongue, allowing me to ride out my orgasm for longer than I ever expected. I should be more embarrassed by how much I'm cumming, but he's never made me feel bad about anything about myself.

I think he likes how much I cum for him. We've never done something so prolonged like this, and this mostly happens in some of my wet dreams, but in real life...it's way better than I knew it was going to be. He doesn't make me feel bad about anything. I feel confident laying naked and vulnerable in front of him. 

I know he's not comparing me to anyone else, he's not going to make me feel bad about my own body. I trust him to do whatever he wants with me. If he's pleased, then I can be pleased. Once he's done, he backs away from my body. He crawls on top of me -- without crushing me -- and uses the sheets next to me to wipe his mouth.