Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

She gasped when his tongue dragged through her folds.It was slow.He moaned into her pussy like he’d been starving and finally got his mouth on the only thing that could save him. Her hips jerked. Her hands slammed the bed, trying to grip something, anything, but all she felt was the mattress and his breath and his tongue moving over her swollen, dripping cunt like it was his fucking altar.“Stop,” she gasped, but her voice broke.She could barely speak.He groaned again. Louder. Hotter. His lips wrapped around her clit and sucked, and she swore her soul left her body for a second. Her back arched so hard her spine popped. Her thighs clamped around his head. Her toes curled. Her body screamed, and her mouth couldn’t keep up.Then she slapped him.Hard.The wet crack of her palm across his cheek echoed through the room.His head snapped to the side. His mouth glistened with her slick. His breathing heavy.She sat up on her elbows. Her chest heaving. Her face wild with rage and shame

As his hands were already sliding down her sides again like she was a possession he had every right to worship and destroy. Her thighs were still trembling. Her cunt still swollen and slick from everything he’d taken from her. Her chest rose and fell in jagged waves, lips parted, eyes half-closed, unable to focus on anything but him and the heat of his body pressing against hers again. “You think we’re done?” he whispered against her mouth. “I haven’t even started.” Her body jolted as his fingers brushed her clit again. She hissed, tried to squirm, but he pinned her with a palm flat against her belly and the full weight of his body draped over hers like a second skin. “You came four times,” he murmured, kissing the curve of her jaw, then lower. “But I haven’t even fucked you the way I want yet. You know what I want?” She shook her head. He smiled. He reached down, lifted her leg, hooked it over his shoulder, then did the same with the other. Spreading her open. Bending her in

Her fingers slid down between her thighs again. She rubbed herself right where they were joined, moaning as her clit throbbed, as the overstretched lips of her pussy ached and pulsed around the thick length still buried in her.“You’re going to sit there,” she whispered, voice thick and shaking with pleasure, “and let me fuck the cum out of you. Every last drop. Until you beg me to stop.”She started bouncing again.This time slower.Her pussy slapped against his hips with every thrust and dripping and creamy . His cock slipped deeper, twitching inside her, overstimulated and desperate, but he didn’t pull out.He couldn’t.She was milking him.Her walls dragged against every nerve. Every vein. Her cunt was swallowing him whole, again and again and again, until his eyes rolled back.“Too much,” he groaned, voice strained.She smiled.“Too fucking bad.”Her hands grabbed his wrists.Pinned them above his head.She rode him harder now, faster, her tits bouncing with every bounce of her b

She didn’t wipe the tears. Not because she didn’t feel them. But because they deserved to fall. They slid down her cheeks in hot, aching trails, carving through the heat still clinging to her skin like the aftertaste of sin. They soaked into her jaw, the corners of her mouth, the hollow of her neck. And still, she didn’t move. She didn’t lift a hand to stop them. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. It was like her body had been emptied of instinct. Like the part of her that used to feel things had crawled out of her chest and died. Her legs trembled beneath her. She could feel the soreness between her thighs. Her pussy was still wet… not from pleasure, but from everything that came after. The mess. The ruin. The brutal knowing. Her heart wasn’t breaking anymore. It had already cracked clean through. What was left inside her chest was hollow. Like someone had reached in during the night and scooped it all out with their bare hands. She turned toward the dresser. Slowly. Lik

“Isadora.” His voice was thick with sleep when he said her name, his throat rough, lips cracked from how hard he’d kissed her the night before. He shifted on the bed, stretched out an arm across the sheets like he could find her again in the heat they shared. But there was nothing. Just cold silk and empty air. His brow creased. “Isadora,” he said again, louder this time. Still nothing. His hand slid lower, fingers brushing against the faint damp spot where her thighs had soaked into the mattress. His cock was hard. Rock fucking hard. Morning wood didn’t even begin to describe the brutal ache pulsing between his legs. He groaned, deep and guttural, dragging his palm down the base of his shaft as it twitched against his stomach. “Fuck,” he growled, teeth clenched. “Where the hell did you go, baby?” He didn’t have time for this. He needed her. Right now. Not just her body. Not just her scent. Her. The way she looked when she came apart for him. The way she sc