MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 57: Unzip Me Chapter 57: Unzip Me Angelia

One night stands could be fun with the right people probably I won't know. I had always been unlucky with who I would end up going home with. More often than not, which means always, I went home with jerks that had no problem complaining about what other girls did wrong in bed ruining someone's self-esteem. Andy had asked me why I would go home with d***ags but the thing was, they were all so charming until they weren't. I was a horrible judge of character, not seeing when someone was playing me. But these three men though, weren't anything like those jerks, I just knew it. I think that even if I had some interest in bdsm when I found out what it was, of me craved another par it as it as soon as I had my self-esteem broken.

Having a dominant meant I could let go of my thoughts and worries, I could stop overthinking about what I should do or if I was good enough in bed. With a dom, I would have it all taken away and all that would be left were orders and demands and guidance when I needed a helping hand. It was safe when all I had ever been met with were scornful comments of everything I did wrong or did poorly.

"What is it?" Marshall asked, reading my emotions expressed on my face.

"Please don't..." I shook my head.

This was supposed to be a*** time and not whatever I had created with my insecurities.

"Don't what? Baby girl, you have talk to me. The relationship between a Dom and his submissive only works with trust and open communication. Talk to me." He urged me and I could see how much he wanted me to let him in. He is not like those boys, I reminded myself. Taking a deep breath, I told him about what worries me. Even if I knew deep down that he was far from being like one of those jerks, it didn't change the fact that I had issues with myself and my insecurities brought on my others hateful words. "Please don't be mean, I probably suck at b***obs, no pun intended." I said, forcing a smile.

There have been a couple of guys who have said...they said I was the worst to give b***b to anyone they had met."

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the power of words. People like that,

have said the exact same thing to many other girls. They like to bring others down and I know for the fact that you don't suck..." He paused and

don't pun intended, do you want to know how I know that?" I nodded.

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teach you what you cannot be taught on your own." What he had said made sense especially that part where I haven't had the opportunity to learn. I had been scared to mention anything because stuff like this was usually hard for me to talk about and I knew that we needed to have an open dialogue as he has said but talking about I my sexual skills or lack thereof,

want to learn, it just wasn't easy to shake off the words spoken by other men. I guess I just needed the right man or men to help me get over it and become more self-assured.

stoop so low and judge me for what I didn't know. I was confident

ordered and the soft voice of him once again turned back to something harsher, something with more power. My hands shook a little as I opened the top button of his pants and grabbed the zipper, dragging it down slowly. He didn't comment on my nervousness and instead, stayed

when I gripped his length and freed it from its confinement. Seriously, what was it about these men and big d***ks? Although I

the the few women hoping for smaller d***k, sure big ***k were hot as hell but I mean, come on, how would I even manage with one let alone two

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than I was just a second ago. His shaft felt soft and smooth, yet firm in my hand and I caught myself staring. I didn't seem a d***k before because the light were always off until I met this insanely handsome men. The time I was those jerks, I hadn't been able to see anything at all because the light were. off but a shape in the darkness, my fingertips touched each other as I held it but just barely. His precum

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reaction I was getting from him. It made me want to try something else, to experiment and see what he liked and didn't. I wanted to know his body the way he seemed to know mine. After those jerks had talked badly about my skill, I had googled how become better at oral sex. It wasn't something I have had the opportunity to test out but I want to rock Marshall's world like he had done mine. It was time for payback of the good kind. Leaning back, I spit on my hand to make them wet and gripped his shaft once again, stroking gently. I licked his length where I could before taking him into my mouth, his