MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 106: Play With Your C***** For Us Chapter 106: Play With Your C****t For Us Angelia

I couldn't pull my eyes away from the people standing in front of our stage, waiting for us to begin. It was both nerve wracking and heady and the thought of them seeing me perform because that was what this was, wasn't it? When Marshall had suggested a public scene, I hesitated. While I wanted to do it, it also made me anxious but even as my muscles tensed, my p**y pulsed with needs.

needs.

The one thing that helped me decide was Marshall, I trusted him fully and I knew he would be with me the entire time. And maybe, this would help me overcome some of my struggles. The glow of the club made the place feel erotic and it helped. It would have been way worse if the light had been white and too bright. At least now, it felt almost like a safety blanket. They could still see me clearly but the dimmed lights made me more comfortable. "Get on the chair for me." He ordered, his voice had grown husky with needs.

The knowledge that I was doing this for him, affecting him this way was the confidence boost I needed to turn and walk over to the chair. A hiss left my mouth as I sat down, the leather was cold

to my

heated skin and making goosebumps appeared on my skin. My ***slid down the slatted chair, making my p***y curved upwards. The armrests were weird, too high for my arms to rest comfortably and had a strange shape. Marshall chuckled when I propped my arms up. "Those are for your legs, it will open you up more." He informed me and I flushed at these words.

What, it will open me more? D****t, why was that hot? But also very embarrassing. It was one thing to know what I was going to do in front of strangers and another thing to see my ***y up in the air like this. My heart stuttered in my chest and even with the music playing, I could hear my heart beat clearly. Could they hear it too? When I hesitated, he moved to my side and made me look up at him. His eyes narrowed in warning. "Put your feet on the stirrups now." He commanded.

feeling the blood rush to my cheeks as I did so. I was already feeling the effects this had on me, my p****y was slick and my cl***t swollen with the need to be touched. The stirrups were strangely comfortable, a bit chill but the leather warmed up almost immediately from

me and I momentarily forgot about the

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myself. The

Your C***t For Us how good I was made me burn with both arousal and elation. Those two words were something I had fantasized about hearing whenever I dreamed about being dominated. For a split second, it felt like I was floating all because of his praise. But alas, it only distracted me temporarily soon, I was once again aware of people watching me. I grew conscious of the slight chill on my "sy, I bit down hard on my lower to keep myself from taking my feet, down from helped alleviate some of the urge I had but not all. It was still uncomfortable being this exposed and to strangers no

people hunger for you." He

I was to obey. The first thing I met when I twisted my head to the strangers' achingly familiar eyes. He was standing front and center demanding me to look at him. My breath left in a rush as I saw the heat in Riccardo's eyes even with nerves buzzing

was even more surprised to see Kingston standing there as well. His eyes were as dark as always, giving nothing away unless he wanted me to see it and now he wanted to. They burn me with the intensity of desire, I thought he was just as onto this as Riccardo and Marshall but it seemed like he was struggling with something. His hands were clenching with

sensed movement behind me as Marshall walked up to me, his nose tickled

mouth to

be your focal point for this scene. Shut everything else out but us, it is only us here." He whispered, my breathing grew heavy as I listened to his lust filled voice

and middle finger, I held them in front of my mouth and let my tongue circle the tip before I

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