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70MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 170: I Need To Feel You Chapter 170: I Need To Feel You Angelia

"Patience, little one." Kingston murmured as he finally swiped over the sensitive pointed peak.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

My nipples stood at attention, full of nerves from the teasing and my d****n period, which I refused to even think about. With only one swipe over my nipples, he repeated the same pattern on my other breast and it was torment, literally torment. And he was enjoying every second of it if the satisfied glint in his eyes was any indication of it. When I adjusted to the teasing, I relaxed some, falling into the sensation of featherlight strokes. In an unexpected movement, he pinched my nipple, making me cry out. A small touch was almost too much for my sensitive nipples, but a pinch hurt. My eyes snapped at the sound of laughter. It couldn't be? He had never laughed, he never laughed. The sound was gone almost before it came but I had heard it, think. "Put your feet at the desk and spread your legs." He commanded.

feel I little I will

us."

I stiffened, suddenly reminded of why this wasn't a good idea. He had no idea how much I already regretted it and how little I wanted the space but it was needed. Before I could come to my senses, Eno to end this, to make sure this slip up wouldn't get back to him, his eyes narrowed. His voice was dark and too commanding to object to as he barked his order once more. Instinctively, my body obeyed him even as my mind tried to fight it. ***k, I have missed your pretty little p***y." He breathed, taking me in with his ever-so-present intensity.

I

I shuddered at his words, secretly loving his dirty mouth. Typically, he wasn't so talkative unless it was to command me or explain somthing to me, I loved this side of him. He slipped out of his jacket while keeping his gaze on me, then he loosened his tie with tattooed hands before wrenching it off him. My pussy clenched as I watched him roll up his sleeves, I had a thing for muscular and veiny forearms and with his tattoos on top of that, it was deadly seductive. When he was satisfied with his sleeve, he pushed my legs further apart before sliding a hand down my inner thighs and only stopped when he met the apex of my thighs. A gasping escape from me when he cupped my p***y with pure possessiveness. "Tell me you won't give this to anyone else but us, tell me we own it."

As he speaks, he puts pressure on my c*** with his palm, both alleviating some of the aches and also making it throb for more.

"...I won't." I stuttered, unable to do anything but promise him.

"My p***y is yours."

It will always be yours. I wanted to say that out loud but I managed to bite my tongue as the last second. straight." He continued, putting pressure on my ***t, massaging it with slow sure moves. Electric

Elect sensations traveled through my body with his ministration, lighting up more nerve endings with each press and drag of his palm. Having Kingston standing over me like this, the view of this mountain of a man with intricate tattoos covering his face and the stony and dangerously intense expression he was wearing was like an aphrodisiac to me. He took over my brain, making him the only thing I could see, think of and feel. The only thing that existed was him, my body was a livewire because of this man.

The feeling of a long finger slipping inside me was both cringy and insanely pleasurable and I soon forgot about the cringe part altogether. My back arched as he retracted his fingers, only for him to add one more. He dragged them against my walls, firing up every nerve. As he finger-f***ed me, he used his thumb to massage my c****t and it felt like I could have died happily. It had already been too long having any of these men, they had made my body addicted to the touch and each day without them put a strain on me that wasn't. all emotional but also physical. Nothing was as relaxing and comforting as having an o***m and then being taken care of, feeling safe. 1/3

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"D***n, you feel so tight on my fingers, little one." He groaned in a low and raspy voice.

"You are gripping me so f**ing hard." He added.

I moaned in response, unable to talk. The hand that had clutched my leg to keep me open moved to my left breast, kneading it with a roughness that was all him. It made my breast ache so good.

"Tell me how much you have missed this?" He ordered me.

"I have missed it so much." I breathed, my voice labored.

"I haven't...oh my goodness." I cried out as he ***ed me harder, his fingers continually hitting the spot in my p***y that made my eyes practically cross themselves.

Sweat dotted my forehead and chest, the cold surface I was laying on was now damp and hot to the touch, warmed up with my body's

heat.

"I haven't g... gotten off since I was with you all."

I didn't know if it was wise of me to confess that, if it gave them some sort of hope that I couldn't in good conscience give them but my sameness flew right out the window the minute he brought me to his office. Even with my hazy vision, I could see the satisfaction in his dark eyes. Too was rarely he this easy to read. In fact, the only other time he had been this easy to read was the night at the cafe when we had that talk about their deceit. As hard as it was to stop him, the second I felt the o***m nearing, I grabbed his wrist, stealing his hand. The desire I was feeling was swallowing me whole but the small part of my brain that still worked had one last s***id idea, something I would probably regret as soon as I could think more clearly.

"What

do

you want, pumpkin?" He asked, his fingers were still inside me and while he still stroked my walls in slow motion, he had stopped rubbing my c*****t. "You," I answered unabashedly, the sex-crazed part of me taking away all my inhibitions. I

"I want you, daddy."

"Aren't my fingers enough for you? Do you need something bigger?" His heated gaze arrested my own. The look he gave me was like pouring gasoline on an already all-consuming fire. If one look could make you combust, this one was it. I nodded. Yes, "I need to feel you."

I figured this was to be our last time, then we might as well go all out. And when we had already done this much, would it make a difference if he had f****d me if the stalker found out? Wasn't the risk the same no matter which line we crossed? "Humm, do you think you can handle it? Your p****y is tighter than usual,"

As if to emphasize what he meant, he scissored his fingers, spreading them as far as he could. I let go of his wrist to grip the edge of the deak. The feeling of him stretching me was on the verge of being too much and uncomfortable. Still, it didn't deter me unless.. "We don't have to if you find it disgusting." I panted as he continued stretching me.

I didn't need to point out why he would find it disgusting. He huffed.

"I don't give a f***k, I would have eaten you out if I didn't believe you would be uncomfortable with it. In fact..." he pulled out his fingers, his gaze intently focused on them and my juice soaking them, the blood unmistakably mixed in with my juice.

"I find you bleeding to be hot, little angel."

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In a move I had not expected, Ife licks his fingers, tasting me. I must have made a queasy expression because he looked at me disapprovingly,

"It is just as natural as your honey. There is nothing wrong or disgusting about it." He reached out and held his fingers to me.

"Clean them for me." He ordered, as if trying to prove a point.

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Helpless to disobey, I swallowed my pride and grabbed his hand, bringing it to my lips. At first, I tried not to taste it. I only wanted to get it over with, but the flavor still coated my taste buds. I had to be hones, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It tasted metallic but my juice suppressed most of the flavor of blood, "See?" He said.

"It tastes like you and I would be da***d if I didn't like the taste of my angel."

My eyes widened as he called me his angel and I could feel my heart speed up, desperately calling out for him, wanting to let him be his and the others. Chapter Comments

Stayz

na uh this is my boundary.

gross Kingston just gross

Dawn Corfitzson

and I'm laughing picturing her face