Page 11 of The Gangster King

Until now.

Her pink flesh taunts me from her bed, exposed and pleading for pleasure. Years of desire crash through me and I know the right thing to do is cover her up and be a gentleman.

I’m not that fucking strong.

I’m a gangster.

And Adelina has always been mine.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m on my knees and pressed against the side of the bed.

Wake up, Adelina.

I lean in, breathing her in and closing my eyes for a second, waiting for her to turn and slap me. But she doesn’t, and I know this moment is meant to be.

I place my hand on her buttocks and my tanned skin looks dark and enormous against her creamy skin. She lets out a soft moan and moves ever so slightly.

My eyes remain glued to her pussy.

Jesus, if you’re listening, how dare you tempt me with this morsel. Also, thank you.

Come to think of it, this has to be the work of the fucking devil.

In fact, it hits me that I could be dead in a day, a week, a month. Or locked up for decades. Call it FOMO if you want, but life just handed this woman to me on a silver platter.

That’s my final thought before I lean in and sweep my tongue across her pussy.

Adelina writhes against my mouth subtly as some indecipherable moans whisper from her lips. Then I lick her again and my fingers press against her ass as I open her more to take even more.

Holy fuck.

My cock is so fucking hard I’m going to explode.

“Ohhh,” she mutters, and her thighs spread, as if inviting me to please her more.

I know I should stop. I know I should stand up, walk away, and cover her body. Then wake her, telling her she was dreaming.

But I don’t.

Instead, I lean in farther and flick my tongue over her clit. She pushes against me, letting out more sexy sleepy sounds.

Fuck, this is going to kill me.

I reach down and grip my cock, stroking as I keep licking her. Her juices hit my tongue, and my eyes roll back into my head.

Suddenly she begins to roll over and I make the quick decision to inch backward, waiting for her to scream at me.

“The feather van was the cloud scmhno...” she mutters instead, and I frown.

What?

Then one of her legs tucks up, exposing her pussy to me as she lies on her back, so I gently nudge the other apart.

My fucking god.

Is it Christmas Day and someone forgot to tell me?

“Wake up,” I whisper against her pussy as I lap at her clit then circle around her folds.