Page 77 of Mafia and Gold Digger
She gives a lazy smile as she eventually gets up to grab a drink from the bottle of water on the dresser, looking thoughtfully at me after gulping down some of it. “You know, I think I need some more of your tongue licking me.”
My dick instantly hardens again. Jesus fucking Christ, this woman is going to be the death of me.
She leans back against the dresser.
“I can’t think of anything I’d rather do,” I say, stalking over toward her.
“Good boy.”
I halt in my tracks. “I’m not a dog, Emerald. “
“You are if I say you are,” she clips. “And if you want more of my pussy, you need to crawl over to me on all fours.”
I scowl at her.
And don’t take another step forward.
But she crosses her arms over her tits and quirks an eyebrow at me. And I know she’s serious.
The ache in my cock makes me drop to my knees, and I can’t help prowling over to her like a panther. “You should know that I like being at this level, Emerald. I like my tongue on a level with your pussy…”
But as my mouth reaches forward to lick up her thigh, she pulls back.
What in hell’s name is she playing at now?
“Emerald,” I grit out.
“Valentino.”
“I need your pussy. Right now.”
“Beg.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard. You want my pussy, then beg for it.”
A growl sounds at the back of my throat. This is her getting her own back on me for all the things I’ve done. Not telling her who I was the first time we met and all the other things as well. But I’m so far gone for this woman that I’ll do whatever it takes. This woman has me in a chokehold—and I want her to squeeze her fingers all the tighter around me. “I want my mouth on your pretty little pussy, Emerald. I need to feel your thighs wrapped around my head.”
“And?”
“I need to fucking taste you on my tongue.”
“What else?”
“And I need to make you scream until you can’t come no more. Please, baby…”
And that seems to satisfy her.
Because she reaches out and pulls my head toward her.
I don’t give her a chance to change her mind—the little minx probably would just to toy with me.
And I bury my head between her thighs and eat her out like I’m a starving man, making her come once more with my tongue and then again with my cock before carrying her back to the bed and lying down next to her.
“So good,” she murmurs.
And as I pull her onto my chest, I look down at her and think about the engagement. As loathe as I am to admit it, Emerald’s two-point-five-million-dollar ring purchase had its desired effect, and word spread like absolute wildfire about our engagement. Her completely over-the-top purchase, plus my extreme reaction to it, got the gossips’ tongues wagging no end, and I know from my sources that word reached Carmine in super-fast time. Now we just have to make sure that no one finds out that the whole arrangement is fake.
