[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 105: Pleasure With a Price

Mark pulled the fabric aside, tossing it carelessly onto the floor, and wasted no time in replacing it with his touch.

He slid his hands beneath her blouse, his palms cool against her heated skin as he reached up to cup her boobs. His thumbs circled the hardened peaks, his grip firm and possessive. Each ragged gasp she let out only served to make Mark even harder.

Mark didn’t stop at the touch; he pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it aside before deftly sliding her skirt down her hips, leaving her exposed and trembling beneath him.

Stella tilted her back, her breath hitching as the cool air hit her skin. "Please," she groaned, her voice thick with a desperate hunger. "Mark, please... fuck me."

Mark stripped away the rest of her clothes, leaving her only in her lace panties. He leaned down, his weight pinning her gently to the mattress.

He gripped one of her breasts firmly in his palm, squeezing the soft flesh, while he lowered his head to the other. His mouth closed over her nipple, sucking her deep into the heat of his mouth.

Stella let out a loud, unrestrained moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes... Please, baby," she gasped, her head tossing back against the pillows.

He didn’t let up, switching his attention to the other peak. He licked her hard nipple, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud until she was writhing under him.

The sound of her moans filled the room, a steady, rhythmic soundtrack to the way he feasted on her, his tongue swirling and teasing until she was breathless.

The heat in the room was stifling now. Driven by the sound of her pleasure, Mark sat up just long enough to tear off his own shirt and kick out of his trousers. Standing over her in nothing but his boxers, he looked down at her, flushed, wanting, and entirely his, before he climbed back over her, his knees parting her thighs.

He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. He slid them down slowly, his eyes locked on hers, until the silk fell away. He spread her legs wide, baring her completely to the soft light. The sight made his breath hitch; She was soaking wet, her juices glistening between her legs.

"Fuck, baby," Mark murmured, his voice a low, dark growl. "You’re so wet for me. Just look at you, baby."

Stella’s hips bucked instinctively, her eyes hazy with a need so strong it made her tremble. "Mark... please," she begged, her voice cracking. "I can’t wait. Fuck me. Please."

"Be patient," he said, his voice vibrating with authority.

He didn’t give her what she wanted yet. Instead, he reached down, his thumb dragging through her wetness before he slid a single finger deep inside her.

Stella let out a sharp, loud moan, her back arching off the mattress. He added a second finger, stretching her open. His hand moved in a slow, steady rhythm that turned her moans into a desperate chant of his name.

"Yes... oh god, Mark, right there!" she cried out, her head tossing from side to side.

He began to finger her harder, the wet, squelching sound of her juices coating his hand as every thrust went deeper and more intense. While his hand kept moving inside her, Mark leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive spot at her center.

He flicked his tongue over her clit before taking it into his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers pulsed deep inside her.

"Ahhh! Hmmm, baby!" Stella’s voice was a ragged mess of pleasure. She tried to reach for him, to pull him closer, but Mark grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand.

He pulled his fingers out only to replace them with his tongue. He dove into her, feasting on her sweetness with a primal hunger. He ate her with deep, rhythmic laps, his tongue flickering over her most sensitive spots while his free hand moved up to rub her clit in a fast, circular motion.

"Please, Mark! Please, I’m... I’m almost—"

Stella was thrashing now, her body a live wire of sensation. The friction of his thumb and the relentless work of his tongue pushed her over the edge. She let out a guttural, soul-shattering scream, her inner muscles clamping down on his face as she peaked.

"Baby, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!"

She shook violently, her release flooding him, a hot, sweet torrent that he drank in greedily. He didn’t stop until the last of her tremors subsided, then he stood up and pulled down his boxers.

His cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, fully engorged and glistening with a drop of pre-cum at the tip.

Stella didn’t give him a moment to breathe. She pushed Mark back toward the edge of the bed and dropped to her knees. She grabbed his hard cock, her eyes dark with hunger as she felt the heat radiating from him.

"Baby..." Mark groaned, his head tossing back.

Stella leaned in and spit directly onto the head of his cock, the warm moisture slicking the skin. She rubbed the saliva down the shaft before opening her mouth wide. As the wet warmth of her throat closed around him, Mark let out a ragged gasp, his fingers instantly tangling in her hair.

"Fuck, baby... yes," he growled.

He didn’t just let her work; he took control. With one hand buried in her hair and the other firmly gripping her breast, he began to thrust his hips. He set a punishing, rhythmic pace, driving his cock deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every slide.

The room was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of her suction slurp... slurp, gluck, slurp... as she swallowed him whole.

Stella looked up at him through her lashes, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him harder, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick.

Mark was losing it. His breathing became a series of broken moans. "Fuck, Stella... you’re so good. Suck it... yeah, just like that."

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more desperate. He felt the pressure building behind his hips, a tension that was about to snap.

"I’m gonna... fuck, I’m gonna cum!"

With one final, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt in her mouth, Mark stiffened.

He let out a loud, choked-off groan as he came, his seed erupting in thick, hot bursts. Stella kept sucking, pulling the release from him as it spilled over her tongue. He pulled back just enough for the final jets to splash across her lips and coat her chest in a messy, white heat.

He pulled her face up toward his, his chest heaving as he reached for a tissue to clean the cum from her skin. Stella didn’t wait for him to finish; she licked the remnants from her lips, looking up at him with a satisfied, predatory smirk.

But it didn’t end there. Mark climbed onto the bed, resting his back against the headboard. Stella crawled toward him like a cat, slowly climbing over his lap. She lowered herself onto his cock, and Mark slid inside her pussy with two powerful, deep thrusts.

Stella’s head fell back, her spine arching as he filled her. "Fuck, baby," she gasped, beginning to roll her waist. "Fuck me!"

Mark grabbed her chin, pulling her into a hard, messy kiss that tasted of them both.

His hands moved from her lips to her neck, then gripped her waist, controlling the rhythm as she rode him.

They moved in a frantic, sweaty blur, their lips meeting in desperate gasps until the tension snapped again. Their moans merged into one loud, echoing sound as they both came together, bodies shaking in a final, shared release.

They stayed locked together, kissing deeply while the aftershocks faded.

Mark was still buried inside her pussy when Stella’s phone started ringing on the nightstand. She immediately wanted to reach for it, but Mark’s hand clamped over her waist, pinning her down.

"Stay," he murmured, his voice thick. "The call can wait."