Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
His playful fingertips had begun to squeeze my nipples before twirling them around. The pleasure was mind numbing, Sebastian played with both my nipples at once. I cried out helplessly when he started pinching them, softly at first and then harder and harder. My cries of pleasure rang out louder as his caresses intensified.
“Your nipples are hard…look at how pink and swollen they are…” Sebastian coaxed in my ear; his voice thick with desire.
I felt his eyes burning into the feminine flesh of my breasts while his hand continued to pump them together in rhythm. I was panting hard now, and my hips have started moving and squirming on its own.
“No…please…no…” I whimpered in between my moans.
My whole body felt weak as if I had completely melted in his arms. I leaned my head back and rested it on his shoulder as I struggled to breath, my chest heaving up and down.
I felt my legs spreading open and realized that Sebastian had inserted his knees in between my own. Using his knees, he parted my legs wide open. This is too much, I started struggling against him again, trying to close my legs together.
“Stop struggling, Grace…spread your legs for me,” Sebastian said in low voice.
“No more…please…” I begged. If he touches me there, I’ll die of embarrassment.
“I told you before, didn’t I, that I’ll ask you body directly if you like my teasing or not…” Sebastian hissed in my ear before he bit softly on my ear lobe.
His hands left my chest and dipped lower to grab the insides of my knees, parting my legs wide apart. I felt my opening being stretched open as my thighs were forced to spread open wide for him. His legs kept my thighs parted as his grabbed my left hand in his and dived underneath the elastic waistband of my shorts.
“So, tell me, do you like it when I tease you?” Sebastian repeated his question again.
I couldn’t reply to him, instead I cried out and buried my face in his shoulder in embarrassment. I felt the hot wetness of my own love juices on the tip of my fingers. Sebastian’s hand still held my left one and had led it to the hot and sopping wet slit in between my legs.
I was so wet down there from all his teasing. I couldn’t stop my body from reacting so much to him and the pleasure that he gave me. I could feel my own slippery wetness on my fingers and knew immediately that he could feel it on his fingers as well.
“You’re so wet. You act all innocent but you’re actually one very horny girl, aren’t you, Grace?” Sebastian hissed in my ear.
“No…I’m…” I began denying his claim.
“Show me…how you pleasure yourself…” he commanded.
“No…” I whispered, helplessly.
“Maybe I’ll use this left hand that I’ve claimed to help you out?” Sebastian suggested, wickedly.
“Sebastian…” I whispered his name.
“Show me…I want to see you cum,” Sebastian said, his voice thick with lust.
“It’s…embarrassing…” I whimpered.
“Would you rather use your fingers or…do you actually want a taste of my cock?” Sebastian asked, a dangerous glint in his beautiful blue eyes.
Sebastian thrusted his hips up against my ass and I could feel his hardness clearly against me. He’s…so big and hard.
“No…” I whispered, pleadingly.
“Then…come on, show me. I’ll help you…” he said.
While I was hesitating, Sebastian took hold of my middle finger and guided it to my wet entrance. I felt my own wetness and heat on my finger as he guided my finger to stroke up and down my own wet slit. I moaned when my finger brushed against the sensitive small nub in between my legs. Ahh…my clit is so swollen already.
“Put your finger inside of your pussy…I know you want to…” Sebastian whispered into my ear once again.
Slowly, Sebastian helped push my middle finger inside of my cunt. My body reacted to the penetrating sensation immediately. My pussy clenched around my finger instinctively and my hips began squirming against my own hand, thrusting up and down.
“Your hips moving wildly, I guess it feels good, huh? Come on, move your finger…” Sebastian said as his hand held mine.
He pushed my hand, thrusting my finger into my pussy hole before pulling on my hand to jerk my finger out of my hole. He repeated that motion faster and faster as he watched my finger fuck my love hole. I was beginning to enjoy the pleasure of my pussy being fingered. It had been so long since I had sex with a man and quite a while since I’ve pleasured myself.
“Now…let’s try two fingers…” Sebastian hissed into my ear.
He withdrew my hand and finger from my love tunnel before screwing in my middle and ring finger into my hole. I moaned loudly as my pussy was stretched and caressed by my own fingers. Sebastian guided my hand once more to pump my own fingers in and out of my flooded hole. It felt so good, my hips bounced up and down wildly as I finger-fuck myself non-stop.
I was so close to my climax; I could feel the pleasurable ache intensify in my core…I’m about to cum…very soon…
“You don’t have to hold in your moans. The movie is loud…and I’ll pretend that I can’t hear them if you’re embarrassed,” Sebastian teased as he smiled down at me.
I curled my fingers upwards and began thrusting in and out harder and faster, rubbing my fingers against the rough patch of my G-spot just the way I knew made me feel good. I can’t believe I’m doing these lewd things in front of Sebastian. I could feel his burning gaze on me as he watched my pussy, my breasts and my erotic face.
Suddenly, my body spasmed and I forgot all about Sebastian watching me as my pleasure took over my mind and body. I came hard, my pussy convulsing and squeezing hard on my fingers as it spurted my love juice out deep in my hole. I stopped moving my fingers as I tried to catch my breath and recover from my orgasm.
“Does cumming from your own fingers feel good? Your face was so erotic and beautiful just now…” Sebastian said before bending down to kiss my forehead.
I just came from pleasuring myself right in Sebastian’s arms…this is crazy…
What is happening to me…? This is so embarrassing. I wish I could dig up a hole and lie down and die in it to hide from the shame.
…
Sebastian watched as another tear drop formed on her long lashes before rolling down her cheek. She was already asleep but sometimes she would still sob a little from her crying from before. Slowly, he reached out his hand and gently touched a lock of her hair, smoothing it away from her forehead and back in place. The look in his eyes as he watched over her was gentle.
What am I doing? If I touch her any more than this, I’ll be dancing to that old man’s tune. If he plans to use this woman to tie me down to the mafia group, he can dream on. No matter what, I’m not taking over this damn mafia group…