Devil's Advocate: A Dark Mafia Romance (Devil's Playground Book 1) by Vivi Paige (different ereaders .TXT) 📗

stopping when I felt him pressed against the back of my throat, and that was when I really got started. Still gripping him, I started bobbing my head as my hand settled into the same pumping motion.

As a high-powered lawyer that was known for her ruthless methods, I never thought I’d enjoy being down on my knees for a man like Indro… but, as it turned out, that had become one my favorite things in the world.

Judging by the way Indro threaded his fingers into my hair, his hips moving as he thrust into my mouth, I figured it was safe to say he shared the sentiment.

“You’re killing me here,” he groaned, his cock weighing down my tongue as it throbbed. I could already feel the saltiness of his seed as he became even harder than before, and I realized he was only a few seconds away from coming undone. Instead of pulling back, I did the exact opposite and redoubled my efforts, sucking and stroking as if my life depended on it.

It’s odd, but while some women believe that to go down on a man is a submissive thing, I couldn’t disagree more. In that moment, with Indro’s hard cock throbbing viciously inside my mouth, I felt absolutely powerful. After all, who was the vulnerable party here? I was the one with his cock between my teeth.

“That’s not gonna happen.” Leaning forward, Indro yanked on my hair and pulled his cock out from between my lips. “As fun as it’d be to fill that pretty little mouth of yours… I have other plans.”

“Then why don’t you stop talking,” I threw back at him, dragging my teeth over my bottom lip, “and just get to it?”

That’s exactly what he did.

Chapter Forty-Nine

Indro

This marriage of ours was going to be intense.

I still didn’t know what kind of black magic she had used on me, but Sophie made me so damn hard that my boner was now probably covered by the Second Amendment. And more impressive than that, she didn’t just get me hard—she also knew how to drive me up the fucking wall.

Proof of that was the way I had almost come in her mouth. I mean, seriously—I’ve always been the kind of guy that’s in complete control. I only come when I want to come. Except when it comes to Sophie, obviously. No pun intended.

Still, this time I couldn’t allow that to happen. We were celebrating our engagement, right? I needed to bring my A-game to the table, or else she might start reconsidering the whole deal. After all, someone like Sophie deserved the best. And the best was exactly what I wanted to give her.

Grabbing her by the wrist, I pulled her up until she was back on the couch. I placed both hands on her chest, my palms over the rising curves of her breasts, but I didn’t bother with unbuttoning her blouse. Instead, I just pulled on the fabric as hard as I could, the buttons popping off, bouncing off the floor like scared little mice.

“That’s an expensive blouse,” Sophie protested, but her words came out as a quivering moan.

“Was an expensive blouse,” I replied, one hand moving up her back. I found the clasp on her bra, undid it with a quick flick of my fingers, and my heart did a little somersault as I saw her rosy nipples jump into sight. Fuck, how could anyone be this fucking perfect?

Indro Lastra, I thought, you’re one fortunato bastard.

Lucky or not, though, I still needed to put in the work. Thankfully, this was exactly the kind of work I was best at. And so, both my hands firmly planted on her ass, I reached forward and sucked one nipple into my mouth. Sophie arched her back, pushing her breasts against my face, and I gave her nipples a lashing with my tongue she wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

“You have no idea how much I fucking want you,” I whispered, forcing her to lie flat on her back. I pushed her skirt up, tossed it aside, and then sucked in a deep breath as my gaze landed on her black lace thong. Sophie was so wet that, if I wrung her underwear, it’d leave a puddle on the floor.

Eager to experience that sweet wetness of hers, I hooked my fingers on her thong’s elastic band and pulled it against her outer thigh. Her thong turned into tatters as I ripped it off of her body, and my cock became solid concrete, her naked pussy working its magic on my body.

“You know,” I started, lying down on top of her, “now that you’re going to be my wife, how do you feel about getting this treatment every single day for the rest of your life?” Grabbing my cock, I angled it so that its tip was positioned against her wet entrance, her inner lips embracing it. “Do you think you’re up to it?”

“Oh, please.”

She moved her hands down the sides of my back, only stopping when she reached my ass, and dug her fingernails into my flesh. Pulling me in, she forced me to thrust. I offered zero resistance.

Obviously.

My cock pushed its way in, straining against her inner walls, and a heartbeat later all of my inches were buried deep inside of her. I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth and tightness of her aching pussy, and only then did I start to thrust.

I kept a steady, growing pace right from the start, and it was only a matter of time until my movements reached a fever pitch. I fucked her as hard as was humanly possible, my body burning from the effort, and then I went even harder. Sophie, though, wasn’t just a spectator—she was my perfect match.

Lacing her legs around my waist, their hold on me vise-like, she forced me to keep the rhythm up. She clawed at me with her fingernails, doing it hard enough to draw blood, but I barely registered the pain. I barely registered anything,