Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 385 Forbidden Pleasure

Leonardo crawled up and hovered over her body, planting his lips on hers. Sofia tasted her cum on his tongue. He gently nibbled her lower lip, eliciting a moan, before releasing it with a pop. His lips trailed down her jawline, nipping and sucking, causing her to writhe in His mouth found its way to her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys as it moved toward her bosom. He sucked one of her nipple into his mouth, gently tugging with his teeth.

anticipation.

"Uh... God..." Sofia moaned.

He applied more pressure, swirling his tongue around her sensitive nipple, while his hand firmly grasped her other breast, kneading and rolling nipple between his fingers. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer to her breast. He bit down her nipple forcefully, causing her to moan and arch in pleasure.

"Oh... God... Leonardo."

His pleasurable actions continued, marking her nipple with a reddened hue. Then he shifted his attention to the other breast, intensifying her sensations. She had become wet and aching for him.

He licked his way down, never taking his eyes off her for a second. His mouth paused over her belly button.

"Oh... Ah..."

He blew lightly, teasing the soft skin before sucking on it. His wicked tongue swirled inside her navel, igniting a multitude of sensations and increasing her arousal.

Lost in pleasure, she writhed and thrashed on the bed. Then she felt his warm breath between her thighs once again. He blew his breath over her aching hole before thrusting his tongue inside.

The lower part of Sofia's belly tightened and clenched hard, causing her to moan his name. Leonardo pressed his thumb against her, drawing circles, and she exploded in his mouth as her climax took her to heaven for a few seconds. She quickly regained consciousness when his hand moved up between her legs, running through her cleft, and continued its indecent path, shockingly slipping between her cheeks.

at his dirty touch. He placed his hand flat on her belly and said, "Relax,

serious? How could she relax when he was touching

have set some

"Good girl," he smiled, paused for a few seconds,

you uncomfortable or scared. I want you to feel relaxed and free from any restraints. Okay?" He finished stating his

to explore new territories. She pressed her lips together before voicing her fear. "What if it hurts more than anything, and I can't bear

in understanding and said, "It may hurt in the beginning, but only for a few seconds. After that, I will turn

entire act with just one word. If she didn't want to proceed, she could say the word, and he would stop. But did she have the courage to embark on this? She swallowed hard before saying, "I am

her carefully, looking more ready to retreat the moment a word came from her. But she pressed her lips together curiously. The fingers

breath came out in stuttered gasps. His feather-light touch was unfamiliar, naughty, and corrupt.

through his pants for a moment, and then he scooped up the

clear bottle with a blue

tipped the bottle over, poured a small amount into his palm, closed the lid with a sharp click, and dropped the bottle onto the bed beside her. He moved, rubbing his hands together until his fingers glistened. All the while, the

was powerful, sexual, and commanding. She licked

waste

lube around. The sensation was unexpected. In fact, it was stunning how it felt. He swirled over the taboo spot; each circle he drew was tighter than the last one until the tip of his index finger was there, pushing gently to

I am not going to do anything you don't want me to, and I promise

him a signal to try again. This time she remained still as his finger prodded, moving over her

pressed against the ring of

sensation and clenched her jaw. It wasn't exactly comfortable. He had said there would be pleasure, but she wasn't feeling it yet. He had not gone far with the intrusion, but it was enough to stretch her and make her

him to say, but it only made her focus harder on what he was doing, and it was rapidly approaching