Page 12 of Claimed By The Mafia Prince

“Never, but if you ever ignore me like that again, I will put you over my knee,” I grab her plump ass, and a yelp of laughter escapes her lips. “And I will spank you until both cheeks look like a tomato, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers against my lips before brushing against them lightly. I growl against her soft lips.

“Now how do I punish you for ignoring me?”

“Was I not already punished at the dinner table?” She whispers, and I peck her lips again.

“Not even close.”

I spin her around to press her ass back into my cock, spreading her hands flat against the wall. I lift her dress over her waist, careful this time not to rip it because we have to go sit back in front of our families.

Shit. She’s wearing a lacy white thong, looking back at me with big green doe eyes. She looks so innocently sexy.

“Who did you wear these for?” I groan, blowing air on the wet seat of her panties. She moans, arching her back towards me. I kiss her lower lips, another moan rolling over her lips.

"You didn't wear them for me, did you?" I tease, my breath hot against her ear as I nip the lobe. Melissa shivers in my arms, her body responding to my touch. I pull her thong to the side, exposing her wet, swollen pussy. I slap her pussy lightly, causing her to buck forward, whispering, “Don’t you dare move your palms off the wall.”

I unbuckle my pants, pulling my cock out and stroking myself to the magnificent sight of Melissa’s legs spread, back arched for me. I could see her like this a million times and never get tired of how delicious she looks.

I reach around to cup her ass, pulling her closer to me. The wet heat of her thong and the scent of her arousal intoxicate me. I can't resist any longer. I lean against her, rubbing my erections between her cheeks. My fingers graze her slick, wet folds, and she lets out a soft gasp. I push a finger inside her, and she lets out a whimper, her body arching even more towards me.

I thrust my hips forward, sliding my erection between her legs, her slick folds providing just enough friction to send shivers down my spine. She whimpers, a sound that sends a jolt of lust straight to my core.

“You’re so wet,” I groan, snaking my hand around to rub my thumb against her clit. "Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you against the wall right now?"

Her eyes flutter shut, her breaths coming in short. “Fuck, Xander,” she whimpers.

I don't waste a second, positioning myself at her entrance. I tug her hips back, impaling her on my cock in one swift motion. She lets out a scream, her body trembling from the force of my thrust.

I can feel her slick folds hugging my every thrust, and I growl into her ear. “You are mine. You do not ignore me, Sole.” I slap her ass as I fuck her hungrily.

I hold her hips firmly, guiding my hips into a relentless rhythm. Her sweet moans fill the hallway, driving me on. Her hands grip the wall, nails digging in for support as I thrust into her with unyielding force. Her wet, slick walls cling to my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Fuck, Xander,” Melissa moans, her body undulating against me. "I need it. Fuck me harder." I can feel my cock squeeze, my release coming fast. My free hand comes around to cup her breast, tweaking her nipple until she gasps, her body trembling even more.

“You're going to cum right on my cock. You understand, Sole?” I grunt and she is mewling, nodding her hand feverishly.

“Xander, please!”

My hand holds her waist, fingertips digging into her skin forcing her to take every inch of me. Her breaths come out in short, gasping cries, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me with each thrust.

Her legs tremble, and I know she’s close. I can feel her need, her desire for release pulsing through her, matching my own. Melissa’s moans escalate, the sweet, filthy sounds driving me wild. I feel myself nearing the edge, my balls tightening.

“You’re mine. This ass is mine” I slam into her. “This pussy is mine. Who do you belong to, Sole?”

“You, Xander! I belong to you,” she moans, her release crashing over me, as I chase mine down.

I lean my head against her shoulder, kissing along her shoulder before pulling out slowly. I watch cum slide down her thick thighs, and I scoop it, pushing it back into her. She whimpers.

“You’re going to sit at dinner full of me, understand?” She nods as I fix her dress back and put her thong in my pocket.

“Yes, I understand, but where is my underwear?”

“This is your punishment. I keep them.” She turns around giving me that loose, sultry grin.

Melissa’s lips brush against mine, and I pull her into me deepening the kiss. Our tongues tease each other and her moans send a shiver down my spine.

I pull back a lazy grin on my face before turning around and smacking her ass. “Go back in first.” She giggles, running ahead. “I heard they had chocolate cake for dessert. Your favorite.”

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