The Mafia Billionaire King Chose Me

Chapter three

~Liya

The strange man glanced at me andgrinned. The frail moonlight shining from the window opening was a delight to his features. It gives him the same aesthetic honey gives to pancakes and even more shockingly, he smelled like one. A hot chocolate pancake coated in honey.

"You taste like a pancake" I grumbled, his d**k still inside my mouth.

"Yeah, I just had some and it might be you" he replied and a hot pool of syrupy liquid collected at my center. He had done nothing to me yet I was defying to keep my water pot from shattering.

"Wait until I start to f**k your pussy...or not" he sneered as he started to f**k my mouth. His fingers were playing with my n*****s as he did that to me.

Oh precious lord Jesus.

"f**k please.." I whined as the remainder of my words vanished in my throat.

"Please what?"

"Please f**k me"

"Not yet, my lady" he stroked me.

"No please. Just please, f**k me." A soft moan spewed from my mouth as I pleaded when he advanced his intenseness, his hold on my hair building up stronger and closer.

He sough and inflated and piled up my hair in his palm. He hauled more fiercely and his c**k hit the rear end of my throat. I gasped.

I Loved to gasp. It provided me a bad-girl aesthetic.

His hands relaxed on the back of my head and he wobbled scarcely on his heels, puffing slightly. He was providing a background melodyphenomenon and I enjoyed it. I loved backgroundmelodies. Tender, soulful surrounding song.

I went about to sucking the delicate cap of his p***s. I sprinted my tongue down the shaft and up again, repeatedly wetting the lines.

I sucked and smooched and gnawed and taunted and he grunted and sough and quivered and gorged. He quivered like a ballet dancer as I heckled the lines with the tip of my soggy tongue and tidied up like a tango dancer when I stunk on the cap of his

pink-edged p***s.

I could feel his satisfaction gathering.

He was getting closer to fill my mouth with his thick nature, spray his sperm across my face, my eyes, my nose, my chest, and hopefully a few drops on my boobs.

I wanted to taste them, to taste him deeply, his flavor. I imagined the taste of coffee and lime and sauce as I took him deeper into my throat, reeking hard. I was cut off, stopped himself, and pulled out.

"What the f**k?" I opposed it but rather than saying the words, he sniggered and clasped my sore boobs before he took my elbows and yanked me up so he could kiss me again, so he could taste himself on my lips. The way he skillfully undid the tangles on my shorts made me amazed and wonder where he could have attained such skill. He found the clip at the front of my bra in no time, how smart, and he wondered about my breasts.

"Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful" he cussed under his breath and I whispered.

He voiced so seductive.

“What?"

" They are flawless," he spoke out and I smiled. He kissed my breasts in kindness, left foremost, and then my right boobs. He took my n*****s into his mouth and bit them down just strongly enough to make them pop out, enthusiastic for more. At the same time, his rapid fingers set up the zippers on my shorts and the cotton material fell around my toes so fast.

He rolled down my hose and I leaped back from foot to foot as he expertly unrestrained me of my clothings.

He took the flanks of my panties and dragged them to the spring. He steered the damp fabric down my legs and over my feet. He lowered down and adapted his head so he could devour me. I held dear to the touch of his tongue and he swallowed from me as if from a golden mug. I could breathe in my fragrance already.

I dragged him up and we struggled to the bed where, in a lengthy kiss, I tasted cordial salty oceans with a scent as revivified as an ocean and as delicate as a seashore sand. I tried to recall how we came across each other at a club a few hours ago, the nervousnesses I had and the threat entangled in going to bed with a stranger but I wanted it. I wanted all of this!

He thrusted up inside me slowly, and time was now discontinued. I was abruptly on a rollercoaster conveyance as everything struck me at once.

The euphoria of the moment and the jeopardy that may be involved. This moment was more than all I had experienced. He smooched and sucked, spurred at my c******s, and wriggled his tongue into the gut of my vibrated cunt. Juices bled from me in a way that I never thought could be, intense and essential, this was the meaning of s*x I thought even though I was yet to discern his p***s inside of me.

I fluttered passionately and my gust was caught up in my throat. Cracked by my boyfriend, and getting cured by another.

He pushed me to one side and let me glide across his body.

"Hold on tight. I don't take pleasure in breaking my thrust" he yelped, my breast in his mouth causing his voice to come out in a faint sound. He behaved like a king, a monarch! Was he one? I asked myself.

His first stroke made me yell and the rest kept me wailing out as if in distress but the pain was a drastic, all-consuming satisfaction.

My body was quivering as if I had a fever. I rumbled to one side, my arms covered around his legs, our bodies drenched and pulsing. I was unsteady. He was relentless. Making me ignore the scene that shattered my heart.

The stranger brought me up and pushed his c**k back inside me. I felt vigorous as I felt him beginning to move in me gradually, altering his rhythm. He was blasting my frigid heart up.

I felt both our bodies tense at the same time and another tidal wave broke from both our seams. I was too tired to clean him but it didn't take long before I felt his tongue on my c**t again.

"What's your name?" I let out faintly. I was too weak. But I remembered him smiling dazzlingly, slanting to kiss my forehead, it was delectable. I could never get past it. I was sore and my eyelids were bulky and soon, I felt myself living brought out to darkness.