Page 22 of Mafia Star

“I’ll decide when you come, and tonight it won’t be without me inside you.”

“Could that be soon, then?”

I chuckle as I go back to sucking her clit. I watch her body as she writhes while my fingers and mouth work her. She’s growing desperate to come, and I don’t know how much longer I can last. I thought going down on her would give me a chance to calm down, so I don’t embarrass myself by coming too soon. But everything about her makes my lust grow exponentially.

While I used the flogger, I’d toed off my shoes and dropped my pants. As I walked to the end of the bed, I’d stripped off my socks. I’m in my boxer briefs now, and they’re fucking cutting off my goddamn circulation to my balls. I use the hand that was pressing on her belly to work them down my hips. I probably look ridiculous wiggling my hips to get them to drop. Good thing she can’t see me. But I’m finally naked. Halleluiah.

As I work her pussy and clit, I press my pinky against her asshole. She tilts her hips, so I can ease the tip in. She doesn’t shy away, so I lock that nugget away for later. But that’s not what I want right now. I climb onto the mattress all the way and crawl over her body, stopping to suck each nipple. When I’m resting on my left forearm, I slip the blindfold off. I want to see her expression when I enter her.

“Do you want to switch to vanilla and have me release you, Beth?”

“No, Daddy.”

“You want our first time to be me fucking you.”

“Hard.”

I cup her cheek. I make sure our gazes lock.

“Piccolina, I have never desired any woman as much as I do you. I’ll fuck you hard to show you, but I hope you don’t need me to prove it. I don’t want anyone but you.”

And I mean that. This is a fuck buddy arrangement that’s going to stay here at the club. But I wish it were more. And that shocks the shit out of me every time I think it. I can fucking hear every man in my family say I told you so. I can see every woman in my family smirking at me. They all said my turn would come. But Beth isn’t the right woman. If she were, we wouldn’t be in this situation. We’d be in one where we could actually pursue this.

“I don’t like admitting it, but I think I do need more than you just showing me.”

I appreciate her honesty. This is a lot we’re rushing into. I’ve already admitted I was here, hoping to fuck her off my mind. Why? Because she’s the only one I want. As I think about it, I want to prove it and not just show her.

I reach into the drawer beside the bed where I know there’s a plethora of condoms. I grab one I know fits after digging a little. I shift to kneel, and she watches me rip the foil. Her gaze rivets to my dick, but as I roll the condom over the tip, her eyes dart to mine. I’m watching her. She returns her attention to my cock as I continue to cover it. I toss the wrapper in the trash next to the bed. Then I position myself, the head rubbing between her pussy lips. I didn’t even need to use my hand to get me there. My cock found it on its own.

I flex my hips and surge into her as hard as I dare. Her neck arches as her head sinks farther into the pillow. She moans, and my cock twitches. I pull halfway out, then thrust again.

“Yes!”

“You want more?”

“You know I do.”

I don’t correct her that she didn’t address me with a title. If I were a Dom, I would care. I don’t. I just want to know she’s enjoying it. From the way her legs keep trying to bend to cradle my hips, I would say she’s into it. Her hands are in fists since she has nothing to cling to but air. I pound into her, rubbing her clit with my pubic bone each time I’m balls deep.

“I need to come. Please.”

“Do it.”

I add more force, making the bed shake. I know she’s trying to dig her heels into the mattress to meet my thrusts, but her restraints make it difficult. I’m fucking her, and she’s taking it. It feeds some caveman part of me, and I can tell she’s reveling in it. I hope there’s no doubt in her mind just how much I want her. I want to consume her. Control her body in this moment and bring her more pleasure than anyone else ever has. To be the only man she thinks of when she wants to fuck.

“Fuck, Daddy… I’m coming… Don’t stop!”

Her entire body contracts beneath me. I kiss her, and she sucks my tongue. She doesn’t want to let me pull away. She whimpers when I withdraw, but she sees I’m reaching to unfasten her legs. Once her ankles are free, I release her wrists. I grab her hips and thrust balls deep. Before she knows what’s happening, I roll us, so I’m on my back.

“Fuck me, piccolina. Show Daddy how much you want this.”

“Want you.”

She moves on me, setting her pace. She bounces, rocks, and circles her hips. Each rhythm changing just as I feel like I’m about to come. She’s edging me now since the sensation shifts and pulls my orgasm just beyond my reach. I’m clinging to a bunch of the sheets in each hand, determined to let her be in control. I want to dig my fingers into her hips and move her the way I need to get off. But, fuck, she’s gorgeous as she rides me. Her honey-brown hair is loose down her back. Her hips are broad, and while her belly is toned, her ass is soft. Her tits aren’t huge, but they’re full. Every part of her feels like it was made to be just what I crave.

“I’m going to come again, Daddy. And I’m going to make you come too.”

She can think that. But I now have a different plan.

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