Ruthless Mafia 21

Her eyes opened to find Icaro leaning over her, his hand on her thigh, immediately above the scrap of material which was
her garter.
“Let me,” he whispered a breathy plea. “If this is what you really want before we get to the hotel, then let me.”
She nodded once as his eyes darkened to the point of almost being a deep violet color, a hint of red on his cheeks
betraying his response to her brazen actions.
“Damn, you’re beautiful, baby,” he whispered as he easily lifted her from the bench and then shifted her until she was
sitting lengthwise on the seat. He pushed one of her legs to the floor and the other he lifted her foot, so it was behind
him on the seat, parting her legs. His fingers trailed gently over the damp triangle of silk. “Silk for me?”
“No. For me.” She said boldly. “I wanted to feel pretty.” Years of her mother screaming vanity was a sin floated in her ears
and she shoved it away.
“You are very pretty.” His knuckles touching her so delicately was causing her breath to quicken and he was relishing the
reaction. “I need to take these off. Can I see you?”
She nodded fighting her shyness. Gently he started to roll them down her legs and then he looked at her with a gleam in
his eyes.
“You wanted to be bad, right?” He grabbed the thin straps at her sides and ripped them clean off tossing the panties to
the floor. “You don’t want sweet and gentle?”
“No.”
“Good. I’m going to eat this pussy. I’m going to make you come all over my tongue. Then I’m going to kiss you and let
you taste how fucking delicious I know you’re going to be. Tonight, in our bed it won’t be either of our first times, deal?”
“Deal.” Her voice was raspy as lowered himself so one knee was on the floor of the moving vehicle. This was really
happening. She’d taken charge like a boss, and he was doing what she wanted. Relief coursed through her veins, but it
was quickly replaced by a searing lust as his thumb brushed against the neatly trimmed triangle between her legs.
“Oh baby, you got all cleaned up for me,” he rubbed his thumb up and down her slit. Without further comment he
leaned forward and inhaled, his nose brushing along her sensitive flesh.
Gasping, Zorah watched with anticipation as he kept his eyes locked on hers and deliberately drew his tongue through
her folds. “Oh God.”
“No, baby. No Gods here,” he chuckled, “just your beastly husband doing what he’s been waiting a lifetime to do.” He
repeated the motion with his tongue, drawing it through her parting skin and then he sunk his tongue into her.
She took a deep lungful of air at the rush of feeling which buzzed all the way to her toes. Nothing prepared her for this
sensation as she watched him began to treat her body like a feast fit for a king. He lifted her leg which was pressed
against the leather back of the seats and rested it over his shoulder as he adjusted his position, and the motion made her
hips arch and gave him deeper access.
“Taste better than the sweetest flower,” he growled as his rubbed his face against her. Her juices were visible on his nose,
his chin and his lips were wet. His eyes were dark and cloudy as he dove back in.
She almost squealed as his fingers pushed the plush folds of her apart and his lips latched on to a particularly sensitive
spot on her body. “Holy hell, what is that? What are you doing Icaro?”
“Found your clit baby. This sweet little cherry is mine for the picking.” He sucked harder and she bucked upwards forcing
him to put his forearm over her abdomen to hold her in place. “Oh no, my little wildcat, you wanted me to eat this pussy
so I’m going to eat it down to the core.” He buried his head again.
All she could see through the thin slits of her eyes which she was barely able to keep open was his dark head full of hair
and it was in disarray. The guttural noises he made as he licked, sucked, and even nipped her flesh was wicked and sinful.
Delight coursed along her flesh like a million dancing demons. She was writhing under his mouth as pleasure unlike
anything she’d ever experienced flooded her body. Each time he touched what she was sure was a buzzer filled with
electrical zaps which went to every nerve ending in her body, she was jolting and jittering in her skin.
Then he slipped his finger inside her, his groan against her skin at her tightness caused her to shove her fist into her
mouth and bite down hard on her knuckles. “More. I need more,” she huffed out past her fingers.
It wasn’t long and he was pumping his finger in and out of her body while he sucked her skin between his teeth.
“Icaro, please, please.” She was begging as he growled frantically.
“Baby, you gonna come for me?”
“I think so,” she wailed as she grabbed a chunk of his hair and shoved his mouth back to her flesh. “Stop talking and get
me there. I’m so close.” She didn’t know what she was approaching but she wanted it now.
He gave a laugh at her demanding tone and added a second finger to his first one pumping and curling his fingers in her
body.
Her breath was catching in her chest as an unfamiliar warmth spread through her. She felt she was climbing the highest
peak and was straining to reach the top, desperate to ascend and then without warning she was there. The scream
leaving Zorah’s mouth must have startled the driver as the car swerved but she didn’t care. Wave after wave of bliss
rolled over her body, her legs and arms were shaking and her fingers were tugging at Icaro’s hair as she rode his face,
grinding her pelvis against him, not wanting the sensation to ever end. Suddenly though it was too much, and she
bucked almost crawling backwards to get away from him, but he wasn’t having it. He held her fixed with his hands
against her hips and sucked and licked until her body was no longer convulsing beneath his ministrations.
“Holy fuck, Zorah, you come like an erupting volcano. You squirted straight down my throat. It was the hottest fucking
thing I’ve ever experienced. I can’t wait to get you into our bed.”
If Zorah could lift her head from the door where it was resting, she would have agreed. It was hotter than hell and she felt
she was going straight there.