My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341: 341/Do I Still Loathe You?

Chapter 341:

Jake’s POV

Julie looked at me with faded, submissive, and highly sleepy eyes under the effect of the overflowing, intoxicating alcohol in her veins. A strange look of surrender that I had never accustomed from her gleamed in her pupils, and she spoke in a faint, panting voice that barely appeared:

"Okay..."

I rose from over the bed in a single, flexible, and swift movement, standing at the full height of my skeletal, massive muscularity completely naked beside the bedding, while she remained lying in her place with lost, scattered features and eyes lost in the void. I extended my massive, warm palms and gripped her naked, smooth shoulders to raise her and assist her to sit due to the severe staggering of her body and the shaking of her balance under the impact of the drunkenness.

Then, she remained sitting on the hard edge of the bed without performing any action, her heavy eyes revolving in the void.

I ground my teeth with a sharp spasm and a desire devouring my entrails, and brought my massive body close to her with urgency, saying in a low, raspy hiss:

"Julie... come on, do not waste time."

I gripped her hot neck from behind with a firm, dominant, and direct movement, inserting my fingers with power between the strands of her smooth, scattered, and chaotic hair. I brought her head slowly and downward toward my erected, massive dick, congested with the blood of my untamed desire, and said in a commanding tone:

"Open your mouth right now."

She opened her mouth with total compliance and an awareness entirely absent and steered, so I inserted the head of my solid dick completely inside it. In that precise second, a violent, blazing, and enjoyable chill traveled through my entire spine when I felt the astonishing heat of her mouth and her hot saliva encircling my ignited, congested skin.

Her feminine mouth was very small and tight to an extent that her lips were helpless to contain the massiveness and length of my dick smoothly, but I pushed it with stronger power and with deliberation inside her, ignoring the resistance of her small jaw and the tightness of her inside.

Damn this dominant feeling... how does she suck it in this cursed, exciting way, for the sake of hell?!

The lines of my stern face bent under the impact of the suffocating ecstasy and the fatal pleasure, and my eyes were lost in the ceiling. I said with a masculine mockery blended with the sharp panting tearing my chest:

"Who would have thought that the annoying, stubborn Julie... knows how to suck a dick with this high professionalism and sensuality, for the sake of hell?! You truly surprise me."

I released a deep, muffled masculine moan from the depths of my mouth, proceeding to pant with an ascending violence and successive paces of breaths. Damn this small, weak entity how skillful and delicious she is in what she is performing to my manhood right now! I pushed my pelvis with greater power and violence for my dick to enter in a deeper fashion inside her until it harshly brushed the back of her throat and pressed upon it with fullness, causing her neck muscles to convulse with violence and choke by my blocking of her breaths.

With a swift reflex and out of fear that she might vomit, I pulled my dick from her mouth in haste, saying with burning, rapid breaths emerging all at once:

"Are you well? Damn it... you are on the verge of choking."

She looked at me with exhausted, reddened, and semi-closed eyes of overflowing fatigue, and her lips moved with extreme difficulty, saying in a dry, raspy tone affected by the alcohol:

"I... I am highly thirsty..."

I captured a panting, hot breath that filled my chest with air, and nodded my head, saying in a tight tone, tense by the effect of the interrupted arousal:

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