Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

Eve’s back arched off the bed, her hands flying to his hair, holding him there as he licked and sucked and devoured her like a man starving.

It was nothing like the tentative oral sex Simon had occasionally performed. This was claiming. Ownership. Dimitri eating her pussy like he had every right to it, like it belonged to him, like he’d kill anyone who suggested otherwise.

”Dimitri, please, I’m going to....”

”Then come. Give me the first one.”

She shattered, crying out, her thighs clamping around his head as the orgasm ripped through her.

He didn’t stop. Kept licking, kept sucking, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling and oversensitive and begging him to stop.

”That’s one,” he said, lifting his head, his lips glistening with her arousal. ”I’m going for five before I even consider letting you rest.”

”Five? I can’t...”

”You can. And you will.” He picked up the vibrator, turned it on. The buzz filled the room. ”Do you know what this is?”

”A vibrator.”

”Not just any vibrator. This one is specifically designed to stimulate your G-spot. The spot your husband never found because he was too selfish and stupid to care.”

He pressed it against her entrance, pushed it in slowly, and Eve gasped at the fullness.

”How does that feel?”

”Full. So full.”

”Good. Because this is smaller than I am.” He angled it, found that spot inside her that made her see stars. ”This is what it’s going to feel like when I finally fuck you. When I stretch you open and make you take every inch.”

He worked the vibrator in and out, his other hand on her clit, and within minutes she was coming again, harder this time, crying out his name.

”Two,” he said, smiling down at her pleasure-wrecked face.

He made her come a third time with just his fingers, his mouth on her breast, sucking her nipple while he curled his fingers inside her.

A fourth time with the vibrator on her clit while his fingers fucked her ass....something Simon had never even considered, but that made her come so hard she screamed.

By the time he was working toward the fifth, Eve was incoherent. Trembling. Tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming sensation.

”Please,” she sobbed. ”Please, Dimitri, I need....”

”What do you need, cara? Tell me.”

”You. Inside me. Please. I need to feel you.”

”Not yet.”

”Please!” She was crying in earnest now, desperate and aching and so empty despite the orgasms. ”Please, I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Just please fuck me!”

He pulled the vibrator out, turned it off, tossed it aside. Then he moved up her body, settling his weight on her, his cock....hot and hard and impossibly large....pressing against her inner thigh.

”Anything?” he asked, his voice dark with promise.

”Yes. Anything.”

”Prove it.” He shifted, his cock now pressing against her lips. ”Suck me. Show me how desperate you are.”

Eve opened her mouth immediately, taking him in, and God, he was huge. She could barely fit the head past her lips, could barely breathe with him in her mouth, but she didn’t care.

She sucked him like she was starving. Like his cock was the only thing that could satisfy the aching need inside her.

”Fuck,” he groaned, his hand fisting in her hair. ”That’s it, piccola. Take it. Take as much as you can.”

She hollowed her cheeks, sucked harder, used her hand on what wouldn’t fit in her mouth...which was most of him....and looked up at him with pleading, desperate eyes.

He looked down at her...at her tear-streaked face, her swollen lips stretched around his cock, her body still trembling from five orgasms....and his smile turned absolutely wicked.

I’m going to enjoy breaking you, cara, he thought, the words echoing only in his own mind where she couldn’t hear them. God help me that your brother doesn’t find out before I make you my sex toy.

Out loud, he said, ”Stop.”

She whimpered but obeyed, releasing him, looking up with confusion and need.

”On your knees. Face me.”

She scrambled into position, kneeling on the bed, watching him as he wrapped his hand around his own cock.

”You want to watch me come?” he asked.

”Yes.”

”Then you’re going to finger yourself while you watch. And you’re going to tell me every filthy thought in that pretty head.”

”I don’t...”

”Do it. Now.”

Her hand trembled as she reached between her legs, found her clit, started circling it.

”Tell me what you’re thinking,” he commanded, stroking himself slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on hers.

”I’m thinking about how much I want you inside me,” she whispered, her fingers moving faster. ”How much I need to feel you stretch me open. How empty I feel without you.”

”What else?”

”I’m thinking about how you threatened to kill Simon. How you didn’t even flinch. How you looked at me after like you’d go to war for me.”

”I would.” His strokes got faster. ”I’d burn this entire city down for you. Kill anyone who tried to take you from me. Do you understand that?”

”Yes.”

”Say it.”

”You’d kill for me.”

”And?”

”You’d die for me.”

”Good girl. Now make yourself come. I want to watch.”