Just a few more...

When she shakes her head silently, I push into her again. As I pass her gag-point I feel her throat pulsing on my member. It is like nothing I've ever felt before and knowing that this is a shy preacher's daughter who's doing this for her first time makes it even better. I pull out to give her a chance to breath, but this time I don't wait for her to start teasing me before I grab her hair tightly and pull her back to my cock.

Even the pretty teen's gagging and grunts are adding to the fantasy of being a mob-boss brutally defiling the innocent daughter of his embezzling accountant. It's not something I'm proud of, but there is something about Alison's fantasies that are awakening in me feelings that I've never really explored.

“Well who would have thought that Andy Luccise's perfect little angel would be deep-throating an old man's cock like a pro?” I pull her head back to give Alison a chance to call this off, but as soon as she can speak it is clear that this is exactly what she had in mind.

“Please don't do this, Don Corleon,” I can't tell if the tears running down her face are from her unexpected acting ability or from the brutal way I had my cock down her throat, but it is clear that Alison is as into this fantasy of control as I am.

“I'm not a whore, Sir... I've never done more than kiss a boy.” I laugh cruelly but loosen the grip of my fist in her soft blonde hair. As much as I liked holding her head and ramming my cock into her mouth another thought was perhaps even sexier.

“So you've said, Miss Lucise.” I stroke her hair gently, “Tell you what. If you want to keep your cherry for this night at least, I want you to take my cock back in your mouth and take my load right down your throat.” The look of distaste on her expressive face is quickly replaced by excitement and then alarm.

“You won't deflower me?” She asks as she considers the column of meat that is bobbing just inches from her nose.

“Not tonight.” I smile in anticipation, “not if you do a good job sucking me off.”

“Do I have to?” She sounds as pure and sweet as the sheltered young virgin that she is portraying.

“No, of course not.” I chuckle at the look of confusion on Alison's face and quickly make it clear that I'm still the bastard crime lord that had her ****. “You can climb right up on the bed and spread you legs for me right now.”

I want to make the choice be hers, as far as I am concerned, I can't lose. I either get to watch her swallow every inch of me or get to play out the deflowering of a innocent Catholic coed.