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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.

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

Need To

fingers, little one." He groaned in a

are gripping me so f**ing

open moved to my left breast,

how much you have

it so much." I breathed,

he ***ed me harder, his fingers continually hitting the spot in my p***y that made my eyes practically cross

my forehead and chest, the cold surface I was laying on was now damp and hot to the

heat.

g... gotten off since I was with you

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

"What

do

were still inside me and while he still stroked my walls in slow motion, he had stopped rubbing my

"I want you, daddy."

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

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?

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

point out why he would find it disgusting.

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

you bleeding to be

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