Page 35 of Mafia Star

“You want to feel me bare, piccolina. But what you really want is to feel my cum on your thighs.”

“You’re right. It feels better for you, doesn’t it?”

“Fucking perfection, little girl.”

I move, and her eyes drift closed as she concentrates. She grasps my ass and pushes me deeper. I reach back, grab her wrists, forcing her hands over her head. I guide them to wrap around the end of the seat, mine covering hers. She splays her fingers, and I lace them. She does what she can to push her left leg against the floor and her right against the seat to lift her hips in rhythm with my thrusts.

“Open your eyes. I want to see you as I make you come. I want you to see what you do to me, Beth. You make me want to lose control, but I won’t.”

“I want you to. Please.”

“No. I’ll never lose complete control. I’m too much bigger and too much stronger. I’d hurt you and never forgive myself.”

“Then just harder. So much harder.”

I oblige, slamming into her, my pubic bone rubbing her clit. I press my chest to hers as we kiss. My fingers flex over and over as the need to come creeps into my core.

“Come for me, piccolina. Let me take care of you.”

“I want that, Daddy.”

“Call me that again, piccolina.”

“Daddy.”

Saying it seems to push her closer to coming. She strains beneath me.

“Come.”

The single command detonates something within in us. Pleasure and a hint of my coming release floods me as she cries out my name.

“Marco!”

I pick up the pace, pounding into her even harder. I love her calling me Daddy. I want to hear her call me that again.

“I’m going to make you come again before I fill you with my cum. When I do, you will take it all. Your greedy little pussy is going to suck it all in.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

The dirty talk. It often annoys me and seems so stupid when it’s forced. But when we do it, it’s a massive turn on. It’s because it’s Beth. If the women I scene— scened —with said that shit about me doing it to them, I’d roll my eyes and tune it out. Since I’ve never gone bareback with any of them, I’ve never uttered those words before.

I release her hands and pull her hips up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I keep thrusting into her.

“Fucking hell. That feels so good, Daddy. Don’t stop. Yes… I’m coming… I’m coming.”

One elbow comes to rest next to her ribs, and I slide that forearm under her shoulder to fist her hair. Then I feel it. I close my eyes for a second before snapping them open. I want to watch her as she comes. Not where my cock enters her pussy. I want to watch her face. We are those magnets nothing can separate.

“Beth!”

I’m still shooting my cum into her when I scoop her up and sit down with her in my lap again. She flops forward, resting her head against my left shoulder. I pin her against me as we both pant. Her left hand goes to my opposite cheek, and she nudges me to look at her.

“Kiss.”

It’s once again gentle. So tender that it makes my heart ache. We keep doing something that could upset our siblings. We both know that. Neither of them would approve of me bringing Beth into our world just to be a friend with benefits. We sit together, neither wanting to ruin the moment. I know I don’t know what to say. I don’t think she does either. Every time we come together, it becomes more and more intimate. I don’t have the same detachment I usually do. From the way her hand rests on my cheek, her fingertips brushing my stubble, I don’t think she’s indifferent either. We aren’t keeping this at the club, I guess.

But we can’t dawdle forever, and we’ve already been outside the pizza place for at least ten minutes. We make ourselves presentable, and I open the door. I help her out, and we go in. Twenty minutes and a chat about our favorite childhood books later, we opt to walk back to Enzo and Chelle’s. We shift to talking about our favorite family vacations. Pauly follows in the town car, which puts me at ease since I’m not carrying my gun. I have my knife in my left pocket since I’m left-handed.

“You were gone for ages.”

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