The Mafias Boy Toy

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Hey there! Just a heads up: this book contains explicit erotic content, graphic descriptions, and LGBTQ+ themes. If that's not your thing, please take care of yourself and skip it. I won't be offended! And if that's your kink, welcome aboard. Let's have our first trip together. Hopefully, you get to love David and Salvatore the way I love them.

Proceed with caution (and an open mind)!

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"Are you upset with me? "He questioned, and I just stared at him as he hovered over me. It was dark and cold, and the only source of light was the moonlight that poured into the room through the windows like liquid milk in cocoa.

I looked away from him, and he leaned closer to me. His body giving warmth to mine under the sheets.

"Is it because I teased you so much? Are you not satisfied? "He spoke again, but I ignored him. Trying with all my might to control the emotions bubbling inside me.

"We can go one more round if you're up for it. "He then says, and I turn back to look at him with wide eyes, and sure enough, he's smirking.

I'm still wet and clammy from his cum and all the things he just did to me, and he is talking about more...!?

"Why are you so silent? Did I do something wrong? Is it something I said? What's the matter? "He continues his querying, and I look away from him again.

"It's nothing. "I lie as I battle to keep my cool.

"David. "He calls, and I can hear the building frustration in his voice, but I ignore him. I'm pissed but I'm not ready to air my mind. I'm not sure I'm ready for that conversation yet.

My breath hitches in my throat when I suddenly feel his hand begin to trail my naked body under his. My senses follow his fingers as they travel down my body, reaching for my cock. I swallow when he finds it, and I look back up at him.

"What's with the attitude tonight? "He whispers as he leans even closer with his warm breath fanning my face, and my heart begins to thud in my chest.

I clench my jaw as I stare into his beautiful eyes, and as he begins to stroke my dick, I find myself hating how much power he has over me.

"How do I get you to tell me what's wrong, Sweet treat? "He questions further. Calling me by the pet name he gave me, and I just glare at him. Fighting the desire I feel burning inside me.

"You know I can't stand you being mad at me. "He adds as he leans in to kiss me, and I feel flutters erupt in my stomach.

Every time. Every God dammed time. I always react like this around him. Even though I know it's not good for me, and loving him will only hurt me, I can not stop myself.

I shut my eyes when he moved his lips to my neck. Dropping feather-light kisses as he makes his way down my body, and my heart starts pounding in excitement I hate to admit. I turn to ice when he yanks the covers off us, and I inhale deeply when he plants a kiss on the tip of my cock. I look down at him, and sure enough, he's watching me. Studying how much of a hold he has on me. Watching how easily he can turn the tides of my heart and body. And from the twinkle in his eyes, I can tell that he loves the sight. The proud bastard!

I arch my back off the bed when he wraps his tongue around my tip, and I watch as he sucks my full length into his mouth. The feeling of his warm mouth around my dick sends all the cold I previously felt evaporating from my body, and sends sweet warmth and shivers to the roots of every single nerve in my body.

"Fuck... "I cuss as I grab the bed sheet.

My toes curl as he begins to wrap and work his tongue around my length, but I almost lose it when he swallows me, and I feel his throat wrap around my dick.

"Oh, shit... "I cuss as I bite my lower lip.

I feel my soul threaten to leave my body as he sucks me like his intention is to suck every voice of reason from my head... And it seems to be working. This isn't just a blow job. No. He is making love to my dick... With his mouth.