Page 121 of Mob Queen

On the come-down he stands over me. I know my hair is sweaty and splayed around me and my body proudly displays the brilliant marks from this man. He grabs one of my legs and drags me to the end of the bed.

I’m flipped on my stomach, and he pulls my hips up to meet his cock. Before my very next breath he slams into me. My pussy isn’t given any time to adjust to his size as he begins to pound my cunt ferociously. My sensitive nipples brush back and forth on the sheets as he pins the back of my neck to the firm mattress.

“My cock sends you crazy, doesn’t it?” I bite my lip. Because I want to be punished for not answering him. He places his foot on the bed and slams into me. From this new angle it strokes a different spot. “Speak, Frankie.” He moves slower now, eventuating the movement. I want him to go hard and pound me again. His thumb brushes against my asshole and I instinctually lean into him further. I want him filling every hole, from every angle. A loud slap on my ass has me bucking. “You don’t move unless I tell you. I’m the only one doing the fucking and you’re going to take it.”

Miller is controlling and downright dominant. “Are you upset because I won’t answer your question?” I ask innocently. Which is foreign to the both of us but arousing all the same. His hand finds my ass again and I hold the urge to moan. “Fuck please do that again.”

Smack. Smack.

“I own you in this room and you should be grateful I’m feeling especially kind tonight.” He says as he slaps my ass again, just how I want it. “Do you want more?” My ass will be bruised for days. Yes!

“I do,” I whisper into the sheets. His cock assaults my pussy again, filling me as his thumb slowly enters my ass, jerking me. I try my hardest not to move. To avoid matching him thrust for thrust. Being obedient and just taking it as he fucks out my brains. As much as I know he enjoys this, I’m also relinquishing my control to him because it serves me too.

I feel every groove on his large cock. I twist my head slightly, barely enough but I see it. The animalistic lust this man harbors for me. His gaze meets mine and his speed intensifies. Neither of us look away as he fucks me exactly how he wants to. How he needs to. How we both need it to be. He wants to break me.

He pushes my hips lower so I’m almost flat on the bed. He’s deep inside of me, making me a hot mess. He scrunches his eyes closed and plummets into me, a deep growl of desire escaping his chest. My pussy tightens around his pulsating cock. My own body reacts to the sexy veins protruding from his neck as he uses me for his own pleasure.

From nowhere a third orgasm tears through my body. I lower my head for a second to lean against the mattress while I catch my spinning head.

“Watch,” Miller commands. When I turn to look, he pulls out of me, leans back and tugs on his cock. The reminder of his cum sprays across my back. Streams of warmth mingle with my own sweat. I look between my legs, and see drops of his cum land on the sheet. “Fucking perfect,” he says as he wipes his finger across his cum. “Suck.” He pushes into it my mouth, and like the greedy whore I am, I lick it and watch him, desperate for more.

Miller rears his hand back, and spanks my ass so much it jolts me forward. “I don’t think I could have another orgasm,” I say though wish he’d give me more.

His hot breath is at my ear. “Good, because you’re not getting another.” And just like that, Miller disappears into the bathroom. I go to move, but he calls, “Don’t fucking move, stay where you are.”

My brain is fighting with me, I’ll never let a man tell me what to do.

Unless of course it’s Miller, and it’s in the bedroom.

I stay, and wait. Because we both know, in the bedroom, he controls me. Outside of it, I rule with an iron fist.

Epilogue

Frankie

“So...” G says as he takes a deep breath. I peer over the laptop and wait for him to finish his sentence. G lifts his mug and sips on his coffee before adding, “The politician, eh?”

“What about him?” I find myself crossing my arms in front of my chest, instantly protective of Miller.

G shifts in his seat and clears his throat. “You two are together now?”

My jaw tightens and I slowly blink. “Why?” I ask with tension.

“I take it he’s off limits.”

A small smirk stretches my mouth. “I didn’t realize you were so...” I pause for dramatic effect, “...into him.” I waggle my brows.

“What?” he shrieks. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

Rome enters the office and catches the end of G’s statement. He stops and looks between G and me. “What are you talking about?”

“G has an interest in Miller,” I tease.

“No, I don’t,” G defensively slings.

“As in, you want to...” Rome pauses and lifts his brows. “How do you feel about G wanting to ride the politician?” my brother asks.

“Fuck,” G groans and runs his hand through his hair. “I’m not gay.” Rome and I both laugh. “Fuck off, the both of you.” G points to Rome, then me.

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