make me cum

But instead, I rolled my hips again, slower this time. His head fell back against the booth, jaw tight, breath shallow.

"You’re going to regret teasing me like this," he warned. I looked into his ocean blue eyes, sharp and stormy, and my heart pounded so hard I swore he could hear it.

"Do I make you nervous, Principessa?" He asked again in a low accent.

My bottom lip caught between my teeth as I tried to contain the moan threatening to escape. The heat between us was stifling. I hated how my body reacted to him, how my skin buzzed under his gaze, how my core tightened with every inch of closeness.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not when my pride was the only shield I had left.

He leaned in, his breath brushing the shell of my ear, causing a shiver to race down my spine.

"You don’t have to say it," he murmured. "I can feel it."

"We gonna keep this professional so you will call me, sir," he whispered, his nose grazed my jawline until I felt his lips softly glide against the skin on my neck.

"Professional?" I breathed, barely able to think.

"Then you're not supposed to touch...sir," I whispered leaning into his touch. His chest rumbled with a dark chuckle, the sound vibrating against mine.

"Then stop me," he murmured, his lips brushing against the hollow of my throat.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

His mouth pressed firmer now, trailing a line of heat along my neck, pausing just beneath my jaw. My fingers curled against his shoulders, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt as my body betrayed every boundary I’d set.

"You like testing limits, Brinna?" he asked, one hand sliding slowly up my back. "Or do you just want someone to finally show you where they are?"

"Fuck." I softly moaned slamming my eyes shut, his hands gripped my ass tightly sliding his fingers into the straps of my black lingerie.

"I don't think this is a good idea, sir," I whispered slightly grinding my hips down on his hard erection.

Felt the way his entire body tensed beneath mine, like a predator holding himself back from the pounce. His hands stilled, his fingers curled tight around the straps of my lingerie, and for a moment, I thought he might shove me off, might come to his senses for both of us.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his lips brushed the shell of my ear, slow and dangerously calm.

"Fuck this issue" he growled kissing down my neck, I leaned back a little bit so he got more access to my cleavage.

"Cazzo, la Tua Pelle sa di vaniglia," Fuck, your skin tastes like vanilla.'', Vladimir spoke in Italian, I felt a pool of wetness form between my legs causing me to squeeze my thighs around Vladimir's hips.

"Do I make you make you wet?" He asked gripping my breast. "Yes," I moaned gripping his silky black hair.

Vladimir groaned.

"I'm going to make you cum on my tongue and fingers, is that what you want, Principessa?"

My heart beat faster at his words, my mind was telling me no yet my body was telling me yes. I wanted him, I needed to cure this ache between my legs.

The fact that he was a well known feared mafia didn't matter now. It couldn't. All that mattered was the intense pull I felt toward him, the need to feel him completely and utterly.

"Yes."

Without hesitation, he stood up wrapping my legs fully around his waist. He walked to the bed on the other side of the room, my back hit the comfortable mattress, I watched as him kissed down my body, his hand came up behind me unhooking my bra. "Fuck, you have the body of a damn porn star." Vladimir groaned kissing up to my breasts.

He wrapped his plump lips around my hard nipple as his hand slid down my toned stomach to the hem of my panties. I threw my head back moaning when his fingers found my pulsing clit. Vladimir's tongue flicked my hard nipple, his fingers plunged inside of me.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

He lifted his head to look at me as he moved his fingers in and out of me.

My body moved up and down as his pace quickened, my tits moved against his chest.

"Say my name," he ordered.

My legs tightened around his waist, ignoring his command. Every part of me screamed to defy him, to keep some semblance of control, but the heat between us was undeniable.

"When I tell you to do something, I expect you do it," His hands gripped my hips, pulling me even closer, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against him.

"You don't own me," I shot back, my voice shaking, but the words came out more breathless than I intended.

His eyes darkened.

He took his fingers out before slamming them back into me causing a scream to escape past my lips. His thumb began to rub my clit as his lips hovered over mine.

"You have no idea who you're fucking with, Principessa," he gritted, anger and rage taking over his emotions.

"Well, maybe you have no idea who you're fucking with, sir," I bit back.

Vladimir took his fingers out of me tearing my panties off and flipping me over onto my stomach. He gripped my hips pulling my ass up in the air, suddenly, a burning sensation spreads on my ass cheek.

My eyes widened, a slight whimper escaped me. "Did you just slap my fucking ass?" I gritted looking over my shoulder.

"Do you not care that I'm your fucking boss?" Vladimir gritted slamming his fingers back inside of me. My back arched more as my eyes slightly rolled, "I respect those who respect me back, you should know the saying, boss man."

"You're a piece of work," he muttered some words in Italian as he moved his fingers faster.

I felt him curl them inside of me, "oh fuck." My hands gripped the sheets as my back arched a bit more.

"Now that's what I want to hear come out of that pretty little mouth of yours," Vladimir darkly chuckled, I rolled my eyes at his remark. My body moved with the thrusts of his fingers; my moans became louder as I felt myself closer to a release.

"Will you listen to me if I tell you to cum?" Vladimir asked gripping my hair pulling my head back.

"Maybe," I moaned.

"Then fucking cum," he ordered. My walls clenched around his fingers as he curled his fingers angling them to hit my g-spot. Knots built up in my stomach, my legs began to tremble as I came around his fingers. I felt my wetness drip down my thighs as Vladimir rode out my orgasm, "good to know you listen to that," he muttered taking his fingers out and flipping me onto my back.