Mafia Daddies Between My Thighs

Chapter 38: Chapter THIRTY EIGHT

ANGEL

My pulse spiked with panic. He was right, I’d always let him see my disgust when I take his cock in my mouth, and today I was sucking like a desperate hoe? Of course, he would be suspicious.

”You are not actually hiding something are you?” Damien’s fingers toyed with my hair as he pushed strands away from my face, before gathering it in a ponytail clenched around his fist. He pulled his cock from my mouth, the moist weight resting on my chin.

”N-no!” I stammered.

He slithered his cock back to my lips, I parted them, but he didn’t push in. He just smeared precum over my lips. Then my cheeks. ”As I said, you’re free to lie, but me finding out is what you should fear,” his cock slapped my chin again.

And again.

”Or you could tell me what you were doing here, and I might just forgive you,” He murmured tauntingly.

My throat went crusty dry, Damien was watching me too closely, as though searching for cracks in my act. I was supposed to be the one tricking him and controlling the game.

”I’m not hiding anything, what could I possibly hide? A knife to slit your throat?” My voice dripped with sarcasm. ”I can hardly fit any weapon dressed as I am,”

Did this bastard know or not? Was he just trying to trick me into revealing my only ticket out of here?

”You want to slit my throat?” He asked, sounding almost curious.

Yes. And your dick too.

”No, I’m just hungry for the dessert you promised me,” I smiled.

If we were both performing, then I guess I had to perform better. All my years of playing pretence as the good innocent daughter weren’t a waste.

”I know you don’t believe me, but I just think...” My hand lifted, I grasped Damien’s cock, my tongue scratching the tip, wiping clean the trail of precum there. ”You’ve been so good to me today. I want to thank you. You don’t like it?” I breathed against his cock.

Damien’s gaze remained frustratingly unreadable, how could he possess so much discipline about his desires? I wanted him to crack, just a little, to show some fucking desperation when I was pleasing him like this.

I trailed my tongue lower, getting to where his scrotum nestles.

My lips opened to take his heavy balls into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around each one, savouring their weight and the musky scent that clung to them.

His low groan spurred me on, a little win.

I sucked harder, pressing my tongue flat against the soft skin.

Sliding one ball out, I licked along the seam, teasing it with the tip of my tongue before drawing it back in.

Damien’s hand fisted in my hair, urging me to take both into my mouth at once. They stretched my lips, the soft fuzz tickling my tongue as I worked them deeper.

This was when his other hand moved, shifting slightly on the cushion.

My heart stopped.

If he moved wrong, and his fingers slipped into that gap...

”What are you zoning out for? Get back to sucking,” He barked.

I took his shaft into my mouth, sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks around his meaty length.

”Fuck!” he groaned, and both his hands moved.

One fist was still tight in my hair, and the other reached up to grip the back of the couch.

Relief flooded through me so intensely that I moaned around his cock. His hand was finally away from the pills. He let out another deep curse.

I sucked harder, took him deeper, poured every ounce of enthusiasm into it. If I could keep him distracted, I could keep my secret safe.

”That’s it, take it deeper,” Damien growled, his hips shifting forward. ”I’ll fuck your throat now,”

I prepared myself for it after that warning, relaxing my throat and letting him push in further, fighting my gag reflex.

But he was just too large, and he seemed to swell even more in my throat. My lips were starting to ache from being too stretched, and his entire length wasn’t in my mouth yet.

”Wider. Open those pretty lips wider,” He ordered.

I obeyed.

He thrusted another inch, and I gagged again.

Tears leaked from my eyes, but I didn’t pull back. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

Not when he was yanking out my strands with his tight grip.

”Look at me,” he commanded. ”Show me those pretty sweet eyes,”

I raised my eyes to his, tears blurring my vision. I saw the dark hunger there. The possessive satisfaction of watching me service him.

”Such a good slut,” he murmured. ”My perfect slutty little angel. Those tears make me wanna cum so hard,” He groaned. His fingers clenching the back of my skull pressed harder. And harder. Another inch slipped in.

I choked harder than before.

But my aggressive fits were suppressed by his thick length. Damien moaned like the sounds of my gagging pleased him.

My fingers curled around his thigh, nails digging deep through his jeans.

I started to reach out to cup his cock again, to pull it out even a bit. If I could assist with my hands...

”Hands off!” He growled. ”You’re already taking me so well, you don’t need hands, just keep your mouth open,”

He slammed fully into my throat. Then the thrusts continued in brutal rhythms. He ensured his groin crushed against my nostrils each time.

He pulled back from time to time, but I barely got full inhales before he would ram back in my throat. And just left his cock hanging there.

”Fuck, even your throat is too tight. Hold my cock in, try to relax more,”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t obey him. I forced my head back, but Damien anticipated it. His firm grip prevented my movements. My teeth grazed him and he hissed, ”Do that again, and I’ll knock out all your teeth!” He all but snarled the warning.

My body stiffened at that. My throat hollowing to accommodate him properly.

”Now, that’s my good girl,”

He pulled back again.

A sob convulsed from my throat, it didn’t take long for his cock to slap my lips open again. And this time, his gaze gleamed with something wicked as my muffled whimpers vibrated against his thick shaft.

Tears streamed down my face, saliva dripping from my chin onto his jeans as I struggled for air.

”Just breathe through your nose. You’re doing great already.” He murmured, sounding almost tender as he gradually pushed deeper, forcing his full length down my tight, clenching throat. ”Just think, when you get sold, those men would want a pleasure doll, they won’t care if you breathe like this. I’m the only one who would treat you this gently,”

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back the overwhelming urge to gag as his heavy balls pressed flush against my lips.

He held me there, relishing the sight of my mouth stretching obscenely around his girth. A strangled sob tore from my throat once more as his cock pulsed, throbbing against my constricting muscles.

Finally, with a smug grin, Damien pulled back slowly, my throat burning as he dragged his cockhead along my tongue, leaving a trail of precum.

”You took every inch,” he praised, wiping away my tears with his thumb before shoving it roughly into my mouth. ”You make such a good little cocksleeve,”

I coughed, heaving raggedly.

His cock jerked, wet from my secretions. Did this bastard pull back to avoid cumming just to torture me?

I stared at his jolting cock, then I leaned again, opening my lips around him. My head bobbing rapidly.

I fucking wanted this to end. I used no hands. Even when he hit the back of my throat, I opened wider, taking all of him.

”You’ve learned so well,” Damien murmured, and I heard the deep satisfaction in his voice. ”Remember that first day? How you cried and gagged and fought it? And you made a mess of my cum,”

I remembered, I fucking remembered.

”Now look at you. Gobbling my cock like you were made for it. You must really crave my cum now,”

His hips started moving again, thrusts that pushed him deeper. I relaxed my throat and took it, tears streaming down my face.

”That’s my girl,” he groaned. ”Taking it so well.”

His hand shifted on the cushion again, and my entire body tensed.

But then he was gripping my hair with both hands, using my mouth harder, faster.

”Fuck, Angel,” he growled. ”That mouth. That perfect fucking mouth.”

He pushed deeper, fucking my throat raw again, and I couldn’t breathe.

Saliva dripped down my chin. My jaw ached. My throat burned.

But his hands stayed in my hair.

”I’m fucking going to cum down your throat,” he grunted darkly. ”And you’re gonna swallow every drop like the good girl you are. Right?”

I nodded as much as I could with his cock buried in my mouth.

His thrusts got erratic, desperate. His fingers tightened painfully in my hair.

”Fuck—”

He came with a groan, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down my throat. I swallowed his saltiness reflexively, choking slightly on the amount, but I took it all.

Every drop, just like he wanted.

When he finally pulled out, I gasped for air, coughing and trying to catch my breath.