Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 320

Sofia’s pov

I unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops, and then I tugged it downwards to pull out his dick. And once again, I got floored by how big he was. It’s so absurd that something as big as this was eventually going to go inside of me, but seeing as my insides could also stretch out really well, I was only intrigued and eager for that to happen.

I slide my hand over his dick and brought up my other hand to it, because as usual, one of my hand just wasn’t enough to fully reach around his whole grit, that was how big he was.

I glanced up at him in reassurance and he smiled down at me a little this time, as he stroked my hair in encouragement and he mouthed something that was undoubtedly along the line of ‘bunny’, and so I got to work.

I slide my hands lower and leaned forward to lick over the tip of his dick. It was already leaking a little and as soon as his taste exploded on my tongue, I couldn’t suppress the shudder that enveloped me even if I had wanted to.

I repeated the motion again and again and again, and then I pulled away and glanced up at him. He looked even more relaxed than he was some moments ago, and he looked like he was already losing a bit of focus. He was currently explaining something to the people on the laptop’s screen and was moving his free hands around, and with my eyes still glued on his face, I widened my mouth and slide down on his dick and didn’t stop until his dick hit the back of my throat.

It all happened slowly, one moment he was speaking through a voice that had slightly gone gruffier as soon as I had began to give him kitten licks, and as soon as I had taken him in deep for the first time now, he stopped mid sentence, as well as his moving hand which stopped in the air – for a few drawn out seconds before he finally puffed out a deep breath and continued from where he had stopped, but not before glancing at me briefly with a wild heat brewing in his eyes, and I felt my whole body respond to that heat instantly.

As soon as I had started sucking him off, so I had began to get turned on, but now that he had regarded me like I was the bad girl he had always regarded me as, it made my blood boil. In as much as I loved being his good girl, there were times where I wanted to be bad– because being bad means I got to have his hands all over me, being bad means he got to spank me and choke me until stars explode at the back of my eyes – so, I do love being his bad girl, sometimes.