Make The Mafia Heir Come

Chapter 2

“I thought of it earlier, but I wasn’t sure if it was... you know, ‘appropriate.’ But it’s three in the morning now and we have just got to get some sleep!”

He nodded in the darkness, not trusting himself to speak. Was this really happening?

“Come on, just rub against me, like this.” She started to move her hips, so that her butt moved up and down against him.

He could feel her bare cheeks though his pants, but instantly he wanted to feel more.

“Can I... do you think...”

“What is it?”

“Do you think... maybe I could pull down my pants? That might work better.”

She giggled, sounding more amused than embarrassed by this whole situation.

“Yes, you can pull down your pants. If we’re going to do this, we might as well do it right.”

He had been too engorged to try to squeeze himself into his tighty-whities when he put on his pajamas, so his cock was completely unobstructed when he pulled down his pants and pressed it against her.

He groaned as it slipped between her butt cheeks for a moment, and he groaned again as she let out another breathy giggle. “Feels good, huh?”

“Mmmm hmm...” She continued to move against him, up and down, then in circles, but it wasn’t enough.

That primal part of him wanted more, more, more, and it wouldn’t give him any peace until he got it.

After several minutes, Hesara stopped. “Hmm... that usually works like a charm on your father.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s no problem. Maybe you just need something... a little different.”

She flipped on the lamp on the table and turned around.

Her eyes were a bit puffy with the few minutes of sleep she had gotten between his tosses and turns, but there was a determination in them too.

She wanted to help him out. It was like a challenge for her. She would get him off, or die trying.

“Now, let’s see what we’ve got here...” She pulled back the blankets and gasped. “Oh, Dante! Wow...”

He blushed. Then something shifted. That determination in her eyes turned to something closer to desire as she reached out to wrap her hand around his enormous erection. She bit her lip.

“You’re so big...” she whispered, more to his dick than to him. “Your father is nowhere near – ”

“Can we stop talking about my father, please?”

She giggled again. “Yes, of course! Sorry. This is all about you, Dante.”

He grunted in acknowledgment, and leaned back against his pillow as she began to stroke his penis with her hand.

She moved slow and steady at first, with one hand and a firm pressure, making him harder and harder. It was almost painful how hard he was, and there didn’t seem to be any relief in sight.

“Hmm...” she said again, after a few minutes, like she was a nurse working on a fucking patient.

Then he groaned as she wrapped both hands around him and rubbed harder, faster, more forcefully, twisting her hands around the tip when she reached it, twisting each hand a different way along the shaft.

Dante writhed atop the sheets, praying to God he could just come, but it wouldn’t happen.

So much pleasure was coursing through him, but his body was holding out for more. And he needed her to give it to him.

She continued to stroke and rub and massage him for ten more minutes, but he still showed no signs of softening any time soon.

He winced as she held her hands together and made one big pull down his shaft.

She was going to rub his skin raw if she kept at it much longer, but he never wanted her to stop.

“I think it’s too dry...” Hesara frowned, stopping. “Let me see if there’s any lotion or massage oil in the bathroom.”

He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t see her walk out of the room in that barely-there lingerie, and he heard her curse under her breath as she searched the bathroom for something they could use.

“They even forgot to give us shampoo and conditioner!” She called back to him. “All that’s in here is bar soap.”

“Just forget it,” Dante grunted, moving to cover himself back up as she came back into the bedroom.

“No, no, it’s okay.” She gave him an unexpectedly flirty smile as she climbed back onto the bed and knelt over him again, pulling the blanket away. “I’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way.”

She locked eyes with him as she licked her hand, slowly and thoroughly, then began her stroking anew.

He quivered at her touch – the dampness felt so good, but the dampness soon turned sticky, then dried up completely as she continued to rub him.

She licked her hand again and again, but the saliva kept drying too fast.

Focusing on the head of his agonizingly enlarged shaft, her eyes aglow with passion for her work, she let a string of saliva fall down onto it.

He had seen an actress in a p**n movie do that once. To be on the receiving end of something like that gave him a painful spasm of need.

But no orgasm.

“Okay, time to bring in the big guns,” Hesara announced, when even that didn’t make him wet enough.

She didn’t sound resigned, though. In fact, she sounded hungry. She sounded like she wanted this, like she craved the feel of that big, hard cock against her skin.

He had seen that look in her eyes when she first felt it, when she first saw it, and the longer she worked to give him that relief they both needed, the stronger that look became.

That damn erection might have been driving them both crazy, but she wanted it. Bad.

He could barely believe his eyes as she licked her lips and moved her hands so that she could lower her mouth down onto his throbbing cock.

He moaned loudly as she took him deep inside, deeper than anyone ever had.

Her lips were touching his balls as she flicked her tongue along his shaft, cradling his testicles with her fingers as she moved her head, taking him in and out of her warm, wet mouth.

“Oh my God...”

His agony seemed to excite her. She got into a better position on her knees between his legs, and she sucked him harder, as if she were trying to suck out all of that stubborn come through a straw.

She was panting now, and he could feel the vibrations of her quiet moaning.

Fuck...Now he wanted her even more.

She sat up, red-faced, to catch her breath, and he sat up too, and quickly pulled her into a passionate kiss full of longing and need.

She hesitated at first, putting her hands on his chest as if to push him away, but then her tongue joined his, dancing against each other as his hands tangled in her hair, then fell to her breasts.

She gasped as he pinched her hard nipples between his fingers, and her hands found his cock again. Only this time, she had bigger plans.