My Mafioso Boyfriend - Part 2 Read Free

my head as he helped
     me lower, his fingers sifting through my hair. His kiss had a minty flavor to it,
     which was nice, I noted to myself.
                  After just a few minutes of this kissing, that familiar bulge in his pants was making
     an appearance again, pressing against the restricting cloth of his pants, as if it
     were trying to poke its way through to the light of day. Oh, what the hell, I thought
     to myself. I stretched my vision to the peripheral as well as I could while kissing
     Tony and noticed the television remote sitting unused on a pile of magazines on the
     coffee table. So much for that, I thought.
                  I reached my hand up, sliding along his pant leg until I reached the hardening bulge
     and I squeezed it tightly. I could hear him murmur ever so slightly when I did this,
     as best he could through the kissing, at least. I began to rub it and he responded
     by gyrating his hips against the pressure of my hand. He broke free of the kiss and
     placed both of his hands on my shoulders, staring be in the eye. His eyes were aflame
     with desire, this much was clear now, if it wasn't already quite apparent from the
     physiological response that had grown in his pants. He ran his fingers through my
     hair, and then reached behind my neck and unclasped the pearl necklace, setting it
     on the table carefully.
                  "That thing's expensive."
                  I nodded and moved my hands around his waist, tugging at him to come forward to me
     on the couch.
                  "No, no, babe. Here."
                  He reached down and unzipped his pants, and then undid the button. After a little
     bit of wrangling, that stiff cock managed to poke its way out of the open fly. It
     was pointing straight at me, stiff as a flag pole and right at eye level. "Put it
     in your mouth."
                  I was a little uneasy at the proposition, but I had kind of provoked the situation,
     so perhaps I was at least a little to blame. He seemed to pick up on my apprehension
     and commented on it.
                  "Come on, baby. Look at this thing. It's as hard as a rock. It's starting to hurt.
     I can't take it anymore. Come on, suck me off."
                  I looked up at him and was greeted again with that laser beam stare, and then back
     down at his cock, which was slightly bobbing up and down with each fresh pulse of
     blood that was swelling up inside of it. I reached forward and wrapped my fingers
     around it at the base. I could feel the warmth emanating from it, and the slow and
     steady throbbing with each pulsation. When I grabbed it, he inched forward, pushing
     it closer to my face. The pink and bulbous head pressed against my lips, playfully
     poking, searching for a way in. I loosened them a little and leaned my head forward,
     allowing the shaft to slide softly across my tongue, past my lips and teeth, and press
     delicately against the back of my mouth. Tony made a subtle little groaning sound
     whenever the length of his dick was finally inside of my mouth.
                  As if by instinct, he began to slowly move his hip back and forth, and I tightened
     the grip of my lips around his shaft and just let him fuck my mouth. I slid my hands
     back, around his waist and grabbed tight around his firm buttocks, giving me the proper
     leverage to pull him deeper into my mouth as he thrust inward. This went on for a
     while, with him begin to breath heavier and heavier, and mouthing out little sounds
     that grew in volume as we continued. I began to match the movements of my head with
     his thrusts between my lips. Those thrusts were becoming more and more animalistic,
     as if he was nearing closer to finishing. My mouth was begin to salivate and drool
     was starting to build up around the base of where he cock entered my mouth, and leak
     out in little driblets that smeared