My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: 339/The Echo of "Daddy" in the Dark

Chapter 339:

Jake’s POV

I stiffened for counted seconds as if a thunderbolt had struck me when I felt that sudden, shocking movement from beneath my body. As if she had restored a minor portion of her lost and scattered awareness for a fleeting glimpse, Julie raised her two trembling palms and pushed my chest with a spasm, distancing her lips from me by force. Her panting, raspy voice, filled with absolute terror and overwhelming oppression, emerged as she whispered:

"Get away from me... you base, depraved scoundrel!"

Any person possessing a single atom of conscience, humanity, or morals in this position of mine would have indeed retreated, gathered the fragments of himself, and exited the room immediately... but I could never get away from her, and I possessed no capacity to curb the rein of my instincts and my madness after I had tasted her lips let alone that bitter, harsh reality, which was that I had been languishing behind prison bars for four whole years, length and breadth, during which I was deprived of touching or seeing any woman.

There is something mysterious, wild, and highly powerful in this female that attracts me to her in a magnetic fashion I possess no control over or resistance against. In that precise second, my dick erected in a violent, solid, and painful manner beneath the fabric of my trousers to declare the imposition of its control.

I completely ignored her feeble, weak resistance, which was not by the effect of her full awareness but merely a passing jolt. I brought my lips close to her mouth again with blind momentum and devoured her lips in another violent, harsh, and stormy kiss.

I passed my massive, rough palm over the lower part of her back with power, pressing with my fingers over her hot skin to attract her body to me with maximum power and adhere her completely to my region.

After counted moments of confused resistance and muffled moaning, I felt her limbs relax completely, and she surrendered again to my touches with a remarkable weakness; rather, her trembling hands extended toward my black leather jacket in scattered, automatic movements, attempting to strip it and divest it from my shoulders.

I was highly happy that the cursed alcohol had taken its toll on her awareness in this manner and melted all her defenses and fortresses. Despite my full, certain knowledge that what I am doing now in this room is a wrong, filthy, and ugly matter, and that I am exploiting her extreme weakness and overflowing drunkenness to do this to her—a matter resembling rape completely due to the absence of her mind—yet my barbaric lust continued pushing me forward, forgetting all moral boundaries, and ignoring the notion that she is the younger sister of my close and sole friend, Steve.

I released her warm back and backed my head away from her by a few inches to grant myself a space for movement. With hysterical movements, I stripped off my leather jacket and my shirt, throwing them away, then lowered my pants with speed to plummet to the ground with neglect, where my erected, massive dick appeared, congested with the blood of sweeping lust.

I did not wait a single second for thinking; rather, my hands extended with panting harshness and hunger to the short silk robe she was wearing, and I stripped it off with one violent, forceful shove from her body for her to become entirely naked, exposed, and smooth before me beneath the light.

Damn... damn this sight! What is this enchanting, blatant, and sculpted body she possesses, for the sake of hell?!

I bent over her in blind madness, and gripped with my large palm upon her right breast, kneading it with a power that filled my fingers, then pressed with my thumb and index finger upon her stiffened, prominent nipple with extreme arousal.

Julie’s body jolted with violence and power under the weight of my sudden touch, and she released a loud moan with which her gently divided abdominal muscles convulsed.

I adhered my mouth instantly to that tight, prominent nipple, proceeding to suck it with greed and hunger and biting upon it with my teeth gently to stimulate every naked nerve inside her, then transitioned with my lips to her left breast while kneading it with my other palm with power. My massive palm was finding real difficulty in encircling the size of her full, jutting breast and gathering it completely in my grasp, while Julie was completely absent from the world, possessing nothing in this condition of hers except releasing successive, panting, and disconnected moans overflowing with pure pleasure and heavy drunkenness.

I lowered my head for my tongue to pass with burning, wet, and long licks over the entirety of her smooth abdominal skin, descending with extreme leisure that drove her insane, until I arrived with my head at the region beneath her abdomen.

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