Page 34 of Mafia Star

“Please, may I come?”

“Mmm-mmm.”

I shake my head and twist her nipples tighter. It’s painful, and she loves it. I know she does from the sounds she’s making. Then I’m rubbing the sensitive nubs as I kiss the insides of her thighs. I push up to rest one knee on the seat. One of her legs falls to the floor. The other rests at my waist.

“Unfasten my pants, piccolina.”

She looks all butterfingers, but she rushes to undo the belt and button before she pulls down the zipper. She sees my cock pressing against the front of my boxers. She grabs the waistline and yanks out and down.

“Do not wear these fucking things again. Daddy.”

She tacks that on as an afterthought.

“You think to give me orders?”

I pick her up and turn her over like a rag doll. I place her onto her hands and knees. My hand crashes down on her left ass cheek, then the right. Then it lands across them both. I lean over her and whisper.

“I like it when you think to give me commands. I like you possessive like that. But don’t think you’ll always get what you want. I ultimately decide, piccolina. Can you live with that?”

“Yes—”

“What were you going to say?”

“Nothing.”

The spank that lands across her horizontal crack almost shoots her into the door. My arm wraps around her waist and pulls her back.

“Do not lie to me, Beth. Say you don’t want to tell me. I’ll respect that. Your thoughts are your own. But lie to me, and we stop. There are going to be enough of those already if we’re keeping this a secret. I don’t want more.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I pull her up, so her back is against my chest.

“This is something serious. No dominant/submissive play. I mean this as Marco and you as Beth. Don’t lie. You can always tell me you don’t want to share your thoughts. I hate that it’s not fair of me to demand that. I know it’s not fair because I’m sure you know there are parts of my life I can never tell you. But I don’t want lies when there don’t have to be.”

“Yes, Marco. I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right.”

I kiss her neck and ease her down to the seat, turning her onto her back again. I return to sucking her tits as she digs her fingers into my shoulders. She needs more, and I know it. I need it too. My cock is sliding along her pussy, and I’m flexing my hips like I would if I were pumping my dick into her.

“I have a condom in my purse.”

I glare at her. I hate the idea she has it for someone else. When I pull out my wallet and get my own, she returns my expression. She doesn’t want to think about me fucking someone else just as much as I don’t want to think about that with her. She wraps her hand around my wrist.

“Wait a second.”

She digs in her purse and grabs her phone and unlocks it. She scrolls through what appears to be her personal email until she finds what she wants. She turns her phone for me to see. It’s lab results from two weeks ago. It shows she’s clean. I haven’t been with anyone without a condom since grad school.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, scrolling until I find what I want. It’s the same thing she showed me. We must be on the same schedule for Lab.Oratory. We have to provide quarterly proof of STI testing.

“I have an IUD.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me to wear a condom?”

“If you’re okay with it.”

I shove the condom and wallet back into my pocket before I push my pants and boxers down my legs. My hands come to rest at the end of the seat beside her head. I thrust into her and sigh.

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