Page 64 of Mafia King


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Jesus Christ. This man is a god. Looking at him is like looking at one of the roman gods chiseled in stone. I like my eyes devour his body. I feel my eye bug out when I get to his cock.

This man is hung.

I have a tiny panic attack. How in the fuck is that going to fit inside me?

I am not a prude by no means, but I thought dicks of that size were purely fiction. I reach up and touch my lips to make sure I am not drooling.

"That was just the warm up. You ready for the main event?”

My heart starts racing. I feel myself quiver under his intense stare. This man can move mountains with just his mouth. I am actually scared for what he can do with that behemoth.

Me being me, I can’t help but make sarcastic comments.

“Let’s see what you got hot shot. Don’t disappointment me.”

His deep chuckle sends chills over my body. He kneels down and bites my hip. I yelp in response.

“I think you know very well that I don’t disappoint. I keep my promises. I promise that you will like everything I do to you. I would even wager a bet that you will beg me for more before I am done.”

Between the words and the way he is looking at me with a sparkle in his eyes, I feel a rush of heat spread throughout my body.

“Big words. Let’s see if your actions back you up.”

“You are a defiant little thing.” He leans up and kisses me as he backs up. “Stay put.”

Feeling cheeky, I back up onto the bed and crawl to my knees. He growls as he looks over, but he doesn’t say anything. He just grabs a condom out of his night stand and throws it on the bed next to me. As he stalks my way, I scramble back on the bed.

“Are you scared?”

His voice is almost gravely.

“No.” I whisper.

“Then why are you running?”

“There is nothing wrong with a little game of cat and mouse.”

He chuckles.

“Thrill of the chase?”

My mouth goes dry as he moves closer.

“Nothing worth having ever comes easy.”

He leaps forward and tackles me to the bed. I don’t have a chance to react. Next thing I know, he has me thrown over his lap as a loud crack rings out in the air. A moment later, I feel the heat on my ass and the liquid dripping from my core.

“You have been a bad girl. I think you deserve a punishment, don’t you?”

I whimper as he rubs the stop he just hit. A moment later, another smack comes.

I squeak.

He rubs his hand across the new spot before he trails his hand down and slips a finger inside me.

“Bash.”

“Yes, Tesoro?”