Mafia Boss

Chapter 5: I feel sick

*** One more thing guys gals and everyone inbetween, I'm going to use this symbol also as one day that has passed: ^ So basically that means that wherever I left of with the character I had just written about this symbol will mean how many days has passed since what happened. And this symbol: ￦ is the same but for weeks instead. This one for months:£ And this:¥ will be years but it probably wont be used until later in the story.

Ex: ¥¥££££￦^^  which means 2 yrs 4 months 1 week, 2 days have passed. Okay? Got it? If not comment and Ill try to explain better.

Anyway, enjoy the story!!
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£￦￦ LATER

It's been a while since Peter made that deal with James. He's busier than he used to be but he still finds time in his day to hang out with me, take me on dates, or make love to me.

I thought about this all with Peter behind my back. We lay on the bed, him spooning me from behind. Its late in the morning. We just woke up a few minutes ago.

Last night was a busy night. Peter got home late and a little upset. I coaxed him and asked him what was wrong.

"Just one of my co-workers being an ass. He's from James' team and won't stop pestering me about how, apparently, he is better looking than I am and is richer. The bitch won't shut up just for one damn second."

"Oh baby, nobody, and I mean no one, is better looking than you are. You are the most handsome man in the world. And I love you so much." I say as I smile at him.

I stare at his beautiful face and eyes and lips. All for me.

His face lights up. He grabs my legs and buttocks and lifts me up so I'm facing him. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He carries me all the way up to our bedroom, and lightly throws me on the bed.

He undresses. After that he helps me get undressed. He keeps a smirk on his face the entire time.

"Jesus you are so fucking beautiful." He says after he takes off my bra and thong.

I've been wearing thongs like every day now. We've been banging everyday though too, so...

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He kisses my mouth hard. I moan into it. My moan seems to please him. He massages my tounge with his. We fall back onto the bed. He kisses my neck and makes his way down to my nipple.

He sucks on the right one while playing with my left. He twist the nipple between his teeth nibbling at it gently. 

He takes his fingers and pinch the other one a little tough. He then repeats the process with the left one as he did my right.

He moves down to my lower stomach, but I stop him.

"No, No." I say out of breath. "It's your turn."

I flip him onto his back and I lower myself at his abs. I look up and smirk at him.

I lick the tip of his head a few times. I slip his head into my mouth and inch it in.

I lower my mouth completely on his dick and shove it all the way down my throat. 
Shockingly I don't gag. At all.

I thrust my mouth up and down. He places a hand on my head to sort of guide me and push my head down further, but lightly.

I bob up and down. I feel his hips jerk so I go faster. He cums into my mouth. It's salty and sweet. He groans and pants.

It pours down my throat. It is very warm.