Stolen From The Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance - Plot & Excerpts
I feel like he wants me to prove myself, to show him that he’s not going to break me. That I can handle him, at his best and worst. I don’t know why I need to prove this so badly, not just to himself, but to me. I’ve never had these feelings for anyone before. Not like this. When he said he was going to leave, I swear I felt my heart break. And if I can make him stay with a blowjob? It’s going to be the best goddamned blowjob anyone has ever received in their life. He has me pinned against him, though, and I’m barely able to move but for the wiggle of my tongue, spreading the thick saliva over more of his cock. Tentatively I reach down, finding the sac beneath, grasping it lightly in my hands. It’s a contrast from the aggressive face fucking, the tender rolling of his balls between my digits, but with how he’s moaning, I know I’m winning him over. He sheds his jacket, and then there’s just the shirt beneath, hugging his muscles as I make his chest heave with his rising breaths.
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