Page 73 of Mafia and Protector

I watched her as I undid the top couple of buttons on my shirt and then unbuttoned my cuffs.

Her fingers slipped between her labia, and she closed her eyes as she enjoyed the strokes of her slim fingers.

I grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled it over my head swiftly, not wanting to miss a second of the show she was putting on for me. “Use your other hand to spread your pussy lips,” I commanded her.

Her other hand reached down between her spread thighs. She used her fingers to hold apart her labia, giving me a better view of where I’d later sink my cock. Her fingers moved to her swollen nub.

“You’re not allowed to touch your clit again until I say you can.” My words were husky. I wanted her as much on edge as I was. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she exhaled. It pleased me that she was so willing to please me and that she was putting on this show for me.

I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down over my thighs, followed by my boxer shorts, my dick springing out from its confines. I was already so hard and eager to take her and make her mine.

I sat down next to her on the side of the bed, resting my hand on her ankle, caressing her skin. I slowly inched my way upward, fondling the smooth skin of her calf.

Her gaze was fixed on my hand and she held her breath as my fingers trailed up to the silky, sensitive skin of her thighs.

I loved that she wasn’t hiding her body from me. She was laid back with her legs spread wide open, her wet arousal coating her swollen lips.

I licked my lips as I watched her juices drip like honey—from her pussy, down the crevice between her legs and toward the plump globes of her ass.

“Please, can I touch my clit,” she pleaded. I loved that she was submissive in the bedroom. I didn’t even have to tell her to beg me.

“No. Not yet.” My words were terse.

She mewled in protest but obeyed me.

I fisted my dick in my large palm, wrapping my fingers around my stiffness, resisting the urge to take her right away. My balls ached, and I knew I needed to feel them slapping against her pussy.

She panted as she played with her pussy lips and stroked the sensitive nerve endings at the entrance to her channel. I knew she wanted me to run my tongue along her slit.

But I merely laid my cheek against her inner thigh, watching her. I was so close to her sex; I was sure she could feel my warm breath against her wet flesh. The atmosphere between us was electrifying.

My mouth watered as my eyes drank in the sight of her. I watched as her hips lifted off the mattress and she clenched the muscles in her legs, her eyes glazed over.

I wanted to claim her so badly, but first I wanted to see her get herself off with her own fingers.

As I watched her, my face so close to her core, I inhaled her sexy, musky scent. She was so close to her release and her eyes were shut tightly in concentration.

I watched her for the next couple of minutes before she eventually exclaimed, “I can’t!” Her eyes opened, revealing the frustration inside her. I knew that some girls couldn’t bring themselves off through masturbation. “Have you ever made yourself come with your own hands?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yes, but not…since the clinic…” Her voice trailed off as a look of pain flitted across the face.

Shit. I didn’t want her feeling guilty about enjoying sex or to feel shame when she experienced pleasure. I now felt bad that I had asked her to touch herself in front of me like this.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” I asked.

She nodded, full of trust for me, and I knew I wouldn’t let her down.

I moved to sit at the end of the bed, where I could see myself in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. “Come here,” I beckoned.

She got up on her hands and knees and crawled over the mattress to me.

“I want you to sit between my legs, with your back against my chest.”

“What are you doing?” There was a small frown between her brows.

“You’ll see,” I said with a small smile. “It’ll be good.”