Page 33 of Mafia Star

She cups my dick, which has been at half-mast since I saw her walk through the front door. Thank God these are looser jeans than some of mine.

“I’m going to make you come, but you’re going to beg first.”

I dip my fingers into her pussy, and she coats them. It’s easy to slide them all the way to the base. Her hips rock as I stroke her velvety cunt. All I can think about is how badly I want to fuck her right now. Kinky. Vanilla. Whatever the fuck we can manage as long as I’m inside her. She’s running her hand over the top of my jeans and driving me crazy.

“Take me out.”

She tugs at the belt, the button, and the fly before drawing me out of the opening in my boxers. I knew I wore these for a reason.

“Would it shock you to know I want you to titty fuck me then suck you off?”

Her voice is soft, but it’s not a whisper. She might have phrased it as a question, but it’s a declaration that nearly brings me to my knees. I fist her hair and hold her head in place.

“I’m going to take you up on that offer the next time I have you naked. I’m going to watch my cock slide past those plump lips.”

She knows I don’t just mean the ones on her mouth, but she licks those to tease me. I dive in for a kiss and work her cunt faster. She squirms, trying to ride my fingers harder. She reaches between us to press my hand deeper, but I pull out.

“Marco.”

She whimpers my name.

“Who decides, little one?”

“You, Daddy.”

“That’s right. If you need to come, ask.”

“Will you make me come, please?”

“Not yet.”

I work her until she’s close again. Her hand feels divine on my cock, but I’m forcing myself to concentrate more on her than what she’s doing to me. If I don’t, I’m going to come before I let her get off. That’s not what I want. I push her to the edge one more time before I pull my hands out of her shorts and lick my fingers.

“Marco!”

She clutches my shirt as she trembles with unspent lust. I push myself back into my pants before starting the elevator again. She stares at me stunned. I pull her against my chest as we ride down to the ground floor. She’s pissed, and I can feel her frustration and disappointment pulsing through her. She turns to pull away and head down the street. We could walk to the restaurant, but I steer her toward my town car. Normally, Luigi would be my driver today. But we’re still deciding what to do with him. We need to be certain he isn’t fucking us over. We believe him to a point. He still got in bed with the feds.

Pauly opens the door, and Beth looks up at me. She gets in, and I’m certain she’s confused since the place is only three blocks away. But I have other plans. I trust Pauly’s discretion more than just about anyone’s.

“We’re headed to Michelangelo’s, but take the long way.”

He nods, and I know he’ll give me at least twenty minutes before he pulls up. He won’t open the door until I tap on the window. We’re on each other again the moment we’re alone. I lift her to straddle me, and she presses her tits together through her shirt, but it isn’t enough. I rush to unbutton it, tempted to unfasten her bra. She beats me to it.

“Daddy, may I take my bra off?”

“Mmhmm.”

It’s a front clasp, so she releases it. I reach both hands up to fondle her as I lick and suck. This position isn’t what I want— need. I lie her back on the seat, and she wiggles down her shorts. I narrow my eyes as I watch Beth peel off her panties.

“Wear panties again, and I’ll light a fucking fire and burn them. Then I’ll toss in every other pair you own. When I want your pussy, nothing is getting in the way. Do you understand, little girl?”

She shivers, but I see the excitement in her eyes.

“I asked a question. Do you understand, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I waste no time settling between her thighs, her legs hooked over my shoulders. I brush my thumbs over her nipples until they’re hard. I capture them between my thumbs and forefingers and pinch mercilessly as I practically swallow her clit. She can’t help but scream. I don’t stop, instead pinching harder.

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