MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 32: I Need To Taste Her

Chapter 32: I Need To Taste Her

Standing up from my seat, I moved from the table to get some space. My dress had a zipper in the back, I reached behind me and slid down and opened the dress more and more until only the straps on my shoulder kept it from falling off.

I hesitated a little, looking towards the unlocked d cloor. Someone could come in at any moment but Marshall narrowed his eyes in warning, almost daring me to disobey him. And I don't want to

do that, not now. I was too curious about what he had in mind with all of this. With tentative

hands, I

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ushed the straps aside and let the dress pool on the floor. I now stood in front of them with only a thong and my heels, I felt naked and exposed. Suddenly, I I was extremely conscious, I shielded my bare breasts with my hands, looking down on the floor rather than meeting their eyes.

"Who said you should cover yourself up?" Riccardo asked with that smooth voice of his, a hint of danger mixed in with his silky tone..

Taking a a deep breath, I let my hands fall down to my sides and gave them an eyeful of my breasts. They felt heavy with all the attention on them, the cold air made my nipples hardened and my breathing became more labored. "Good girl," Mar Marshall cooed and I could hear the hunger in his voice and it made me anxiously thrilled. A A weird blend of of emotions.

A movement to my right caught my attention, Marshall was standing up from his seat and moved towards me. I still didn't look up, afraid of what I would see in their eyes. No matter how many times I tried to tell myself I looked pretty, to change my view of myself, the low self-esteem never went completely away. What if they looked at me with disgust? What if they were already regretting their proposal. This question kept ringing nonstop in my head but then Marshall grabbed my chin, raising my head until I looked straight into his eyes. "You look absolutely breathtaking." He whispered huskily as if he could read all my worries.

me. My eyes closed automatically when he held the material in front of me. The thought of being blindfolded

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I hadn't known him for long, I did trust him. I nodded to him,

of the silky material of his tie pressed against my eyelids was strange but not in a bad way. It tightened around my eyes as he tied it in the back. Somehow, he had managed to cover my eyes fully with the thin scrap of fabric and I couldn't see anything even if I tried. No Not seeing made me feel even more vulnerable than I had felt standing naked with three fully clothed men. The urge to cover myself up again was strong and the only reason I didn't was because Marshall grasped my wrist and brought them behind my back. "Can I trust you to not move your hands or do I have to tie them up as well?" He

I responded, my voce slightly

know who grabbed my thong and dragged the material slowly down my legs. The man lifted one of my legs and then another to take to take my panties completely off while the one behind me held me steady so I wouldn't trip. "Spread your legs, Riccardo ordered. I was too into this

I was told, moving my legs just a little away from each other consciously. I am

the floor. For a moment, they were silent and making me jittery with nerves wondering what they would do next. A pair of rough and big hands cupped my breast, kneading them. The whole thing of not knowing what would happen and who did that made the experience even more heightened. I didn't know if Marshall had moved and switched places with someone else but I could feel one of them behind me, like a steady

licked at it, leaving a trail of wetness which air cooled down as soon as he retreated. The mix of sensation made me dizzy with needs and the melted chocolate, now I

drip of the chocolate and this time on

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fell on the

felt someone's mouth on my nipple, sucking and biting and trying to get all the chocolate off

taste so good,

men paid attention to my beasts, it was an out of body kind of experience. The one behind me had moved his hands to my hips at some point, one of his hands traveled down my body, slowly and teasingly. He must have known where I wanted him to go because he didn't tease me for long. Soon, I could feel his fingers on my core, dipping inside my heat. "F**k," I moaned, trying to take