The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(25)

“Shh …” I murmur against her skin. “Stay still unless you want me to get rough.”

Even after the first kiss, I can already tell she’s sensitive beyond imagination. And when I plant another kiss on her slit, she writhes with delight, and it makes my cock harden against my pants.

So I open my mouth and drop my tongue onto her clit, circling it while applying pressure until she lets out a heady moan.

“That’s it, bunny. Let me have a taste of what you have to offer,” I groan, licking her while I hold her thighs in place.

Fuck, she tastes divine. My cock strains in my pants until it hurts, and I free myself by unzipping and letting my length spill out of its constraints. Every kiss I apply is another one that makes her squirm, and I love the way her face scrunches up when I touch her clit.

Even if she won’t admit it, she definitely seems to be enjoying me ravaging her.

And if she won’t give me a fucking kiss on the mouth, I’ll give her a fucking kiss between the legs instead.

“Why are you doing this?” she asks, her breath heavy, needy as her pussy drips down onto the floor.

I lap her up and look up from underneath my eyelashes the second she lifts her head. “Because I want to.”

“Why do you want this?” she mutters, confused. “I thought you wanted me to—”

“I want you. All of you,” I interject, sliding my tongue into her. “Every inch. Every taste. Every moan.”

And as I thrust inside with my tongue, I can definitely feel some resistance, but the moan that follows makes my cock bounce up and down with excitement.

Fuck, I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside that wet little hole of hers.

Sooner or later, she’s going to beg me to do it.

But until then … I’ll tease her.

Kiss her.

Bite her.

Groan at her.

Make her come.

Until she can’t stand it any longer and spreads those legs for me willingly.

“Oh, God …” she mutters as I lick harder and harder.

“Luca will do,” I reply as I continue sucking and kissing.

Her whole body begins to heat, her muscles tightening around me while my nails dig into her thighs to keep her from choking me with her legs. Girls like her would definitely try. Our families would teach us that much. There isn’t anything an enemy wouldn’t do to get their hands on your power and wealth. And right now … I am that enemy.

But she couldn’t hurt me.

Not even if she actually wanted to.

And right now, I doubt she wants anything else besides my tongue diving between her legs. Fuck, it’s so goddamn hot. I can’t control myself, and I start rubbing myself right in front of her all while licking her senseless.

“Please, let me down,” she mutters.

“Not until after you’ve come … Maybe ten times,” I reply, winking when she looks up in horror.

“Ten?!”

“If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I might add ten more,” I say.

“No, I can’t tell you,” she says, shaking her head.

I lick her clit until she squirms. “Your throbbing pussy begs to differ.”

“No, don’t make me,” she murmurs, delirious as I keep lapping her up. “I can’t handle it.”

“Always so uptight … it’s about time someone fucked that timidness out of you.”

She gasps as I bury my tongue inside her again, desperate for a taste. The way she rolls over my tongue, her wetness dripping down my chin, makes me so fucking horny I start to moan along with her.

“That’s it, Jill. Let go of all your inhibitions and come for me,” I say as she’s on the verge of breaking. “Do it. Come against my tongue, and I’ll reward you with more.”

When the tip of my tongue flicks her clit a few times, it swells, and I can feel the pulsations of her orgasm right through my very own fucking mouth, and it’s the biggest fucking turn-on I’ve ever felt.

I keep going, licking and sucking her clit until she clenches her legs again and another one rolls right through her.

“That’s it, bunny. Relax and feel the ecstasy,” I say, planting one hand on her belly while the other is furiously stroking my length.

I can’t get enough of how she tastes, how she feels underneath my mouth, how her body almost moves in sync with my tongue as I rhythmically flick her to another orgasm.

Every pulse of her clit makes me that much more aroused, and my cock throbs with need. I spread pre-cum all over my dick as lube, thrusting into my own damn hand as I kiss her hard.

One second I allow her to breathe and ask, “Are you ready to tell me who fucked you?”

She shakes her head, but I can see the hesitation in her eyes.

“Fine. More.”

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

More and more orgasms follow, but I’m not done yet.

Not even as the tears roll down her cheeks from all the climaxes she’s endured.

“Tell me who your boyfriend was,” I say, my tongue twirling around her red and swollen clit.

“Please …” she murmurs.

“Please … more?” I ask, licking my lips at the thought.

Her eyes widen. “I don’t think I can take it.”

“Yes, you can,” I reply, tapping her sensitive pussy. “But if you want it to end … all you have to do is tell me who your boyfriend was.”