Lusting After The Mafia Heir

Chapter 5

Hesara turned off the water and slid back to her original position. She would never come if she didn’t calm down.

But nothing was working. She growled in frustration. Her excitement was growing painful now, but she just could not make herself come.

The skin of her pussy and clit felt raw from the rubbing and the rushing water. If she wasn’t careful, she would be uncomfortable all day tomorrow, and yet she would still never come tonight...

With yet another jolt, she realized that this was what Dante must have felt like last night.

He had wanted more than anything for his erection to disappear, to be able to release that tension, but no matter what she had done, it had stayed. Because he wanted her so badly.

She remembered how excited she had been when she had first felt that huge, hard cock against her ass.

She had thought that a quick rubdown would satisfy him and send him to sleep, no harm done. That was that. But it hadn’t been enough. He had wanted more.

She recalled the way it had felt to wrap her hands around his throbbing penis as she gave him the best handjob she had ever given.

He was excited, but he didn’t realize then that she was too. He was so much bigger than Roger, and he felt so hard in her hands, and his skin felt so supple against her palms.

It was then that she had decided that she wanted to give him a blowjob as well.

She had wanted to feel him in her mouth, to taste his flesh and the drop of pre-come on the head of his shaft.

She had wanted to feel those throbbing veins against her tongue as she took him deeper than she had ever taken any man.

She wanted him to come, and she wanted to swallow it up and suck him dry. And she would have been satisfied knowing that she had done it, that she had freed him from his discomfort.

But that hadn’t been enough either.

What happened next had changed everything, even now, even outside of that bedroom. When she had sat back on her knees to catch her breath, he had looked at her with such a fire in his eyes, such a need, and he had kissed her.

She tried to resist, knowing that it was wrong, knowing that the whole thing was wrong because he was not her husband.

But when she had felt his fingers pinch her nipples, and felt that desire emanating from his skin, she had had no choice but to surrender.

All she had wanted for months was to be wanted, and he wanted her more than anything.

With a curse, Hesara realized that she was about to come now in the tub, as thoughts of Dante swirled in her brain. She tried to fight them off.

She tried to tell herself it was wrong. She tried to distract herself with thoughts of Roger or other men, but that wasn’t what her body wanted. It wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted Dante.

This was her fantasy, and she was going to have what she wanted.

"Fuck... oh yesssss...oh god" she moaned.

She began to buck and writhe in the now-cool water as she massaged her breasts, imagining Dante kissing them, licking them, sucking on them.

"Oh yes...right there... oh yesss. Right there..."

She imagined him caressing her entire body with his tongue, imagined him holding her to him with his strong, lean, muscular arms, preparing to take her just as she had taken him the night before.

She imagined him kneeling down at the end of their hotel bed as she laid upon it, completely exposed, naked and consumed by desire, completely open to his every command.

"Grrrrrrrrahhh.... oh ffffffuuuuuuck" she growled.

She imagined him pulling her legs apart and putting his head between them. She imagined him kissing his way down her thighs and licking her sensitive skin there, making her quiver with need.

She could imagine his light stubble scraping against her thighs as he moved his kisses to the lips of her wet, warm vagina.

Without thinking, her hands found their way back to her clitoris in the water, and she imagined that it was his tongue that she felt caressing it.

"Oh ggggod... oh yesss" She moaned, trying to stay quiet as she squeezed her eyes shut, willing the fantasy to be real, willing dream-Dante to keep going.

She could feel his moist tongue as it flicked against her, tasting her, teasing her.

"Ah...oh fuck!...oh good God!! ...dammit...oh god. Oh yes please.. yes god, yes yes yes yes yes yes yessssssssssss"

She was on the edge now. She was going to come. She was finally going to get what she wanted. Imagination-Dante's tongue circled her clitoris just like her fingers were doing – harder, faster, more desperately.

Then his tongue trailed down through the wetness, and she gave a soft cry as it thrust inside her.

She put her finger inside her, then another, then a third, trying to recreate the fullness she had felt when Dante’s cock had been there.

With her other hand, she rubbed her clit, first in a rhythmic, swirling motion, then with a haphazard, frantic, thoughtless pattern as she lost her self-control.

She imagined it was Dante’s tongue there, that is was his fingers inside her, that it was him driving her toward blissful oblivion, gripping her hips to hold her still as she bucked and writhed and he devoured her.

She could barely breathe, and she could barely control the amorous, lustful gasps that escaped her as the feeling of her own fingers inside her mixed with her thoughts of Dante’s tongue.

She was rammed over and over with memories of that beautiful, perfect cock filling her the night before and pushed her at long last over the fucking edge.

The orgasm that came then was almost as strong as the one she had had the night before, when the real Dante had been inside her cunt.

She wouldn’t admit it to herself before, but that had been the most intense orgasm she could remember.

She channeled that memory now, as she jerked and spasmed and splashed water out of the bathtub to the floor.

She opened her eyes as she panted, her legs weak and her body shivering from the aftershock, and she knew then that she was really in trouble. 

Her breathing was still uneven and ragged as she came out from the tub a few minutes later. Her legs felt shaky, as if they barely had enough strength left to hold her.

Endorphins were flooding her body, making her feel calm and relaxed...

But still not satisfied.

She stood on the bathmat and reached for the large, fluffy white towel on a rack near the tub.

She dried her hair, but lingered over her neck and the warm, delicate, skin of her breasts, loving the heightened sensitivity she always felt there after a good orgasm.

Then she let the towel move down her body slowly.

She dried her arms and her legs, barely thinking about what she was doing until she carelessly touched the inside of her right thigh and felt the corner of the towel brush against her vagina.

She let out a low cry as her knees threatened to buckle. She was still so excited! Her clitoris and the skin around it throbbed with the excess blood that had been sent there with her hours-long arousal.

Even the slightest touch was almost enough to make her come again, and she found that she wanted to. She needed to fucking come again!!

Phantom images of Dante flashed in her mind again as her hands shifted around the towel. Without consulting her mind, her body began to pleasure itself again.

Her fists were clenched around either end of the towel as she ran it back and forth between her thighs, across her wet, burning pussy.

Her legs quivered as the towel – soft but full of fibrous filaments that scratched her just like Dante’s beard stubble had – rubbed against her, and her knuckles were white as she felt the waves of a second orgasm threaten overtake her.

She bit back a scream of pure pleasure as the waves of pleasure hit her and her body was electrified from the inside out.

She fell to her knees on the cold bathroom floor, her entire body convulsing with need for the real thing.

Just as she thought that her orgasm had ended, her mind flashed back to last night, when she had been on her knees above Dante in almost that same position.

The towel between her legs moved furiously as she remembered riding him, hard, desperate to feel him come inside her.

Oh, how she wished she could ride him again, just once, and feel that explosion of hot, dense come inside her...

Then she came one last time with a sigh of almost painful relief, and sank down onto the floor, letting her bare behind rest atop the sodden towel as she tried to catch her breath.

Yes, she was definitely in trouble...

She was in a trouble so deep it was as deep as her Clenching pussy.