Page 118 of Mafia Obsession

My nipples tighten, and a reward is in order for what he’s given me. He wants me as his wife, but he won’t keep me locked in his penthouse to serve as his personal sex slave. Ares is strong enough and man enough to elevate me. And compassionate enough to help my sister.

“Get on that sofa,” I say, and tilt my head toward the modest couch to the left of my desk. I’ll make himmysex slave because he’s awoken something in me. I have never felt this ravenous for sex.

After taking a seat and loosening his tie, he reaches for me. “Get over here, little storm. Rain down on me.”

I strut toward him, and hitch up my skirt to my waist, and take what I want. I climb my future husband, resting one knee on the back cushion.

Ares moves my panties to the side. “Fucking wet for me as usual.”

“Always,” I gasp a moan, feeling his hot breath on my center.

I arch my hips, notching my pussy against his mouth at the right pressure. He slowly runs his tongue along my slit, once, twice, then suckles my clit.

“God…” I draw in a rough breath and spread my legs wider.

“That’s right, my dirty wife-to-be, move those hips and fuck my mouth.”

I obey by curling my hips to ride his tongue. I can’t believe we’re doing this in the office, where, on the other side of the wall, Atlas and Ambrose work unsuspecting.

Or maybe they do suspect something.

My clit thumps at that thought. What is happening to me?

Ares eats me at a rhythm that drives me crazy. It’s slow, forcing me to rock against his mouth to get more friction. Tears well up behind my eyes, it’s so good. I tip my head back, biting back a moan.

Ares doesn’t keep quiet. He’s unapologetic. He answers to no one here. I look down and see the long length of him bulging in his trousers.

“Ares,” I whisper as my orgasm builds at the base of my spine.

It’s so good. Too good.

“Shhh, let this happen. Take it, take what you deserve.” His intoxicating voice is so deep and hums with power and masculinity.

I lose control, and my raging heartbeat cripples my breath. “I’m coming.”

I surrender to his mouth as he devours the space between my thighs.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls. “Drench me with this gushing pussy. I can survive just drinking from your sweet fountain.”

“Wait, I can…”

“Fuck…” Ares takes a savage bite of my clit, pushing me to another climactic level.

I dig my nails into his shoulders to take more. Take it all. Wrung out, I collapse, and he catches me. But he moves me to the side and shifts his hips.

He moans, hips jerking slightly. “Mother of God. That was a first.”

“What…” Getting my breath back, I look at his pants and see a sizable wet spot. “Did you?—”

“Come in my pants?” He stands and blushes. “I did. That’s how fucking crazy you make me, little storm.”

“I’m sorry, I?—”

“No.” He pulls me close. “Do not be sorry for making me come without even touching my dick. Just the taste of you and the sound of your pleasure and coming all over my mouth getsme off. I’m proud of that.”

I let him kiss me without wiping his mouth. It’s hot and erotic. I feel like I’m becoming who I’m supposed to be.

Like the butterfly.