Page 69 of Mafia Star

“Yes, Daddy.”

I’m not sure she knows what she’s agreeing to before she swoops in for another kiss. She’s riding my cock and making the most erotic sounds that are getting me way too close to coming.

“This is vanilla, but your orgasms belong to me. Who decides if you get to come?”

“You, Daddy.”

“Who’s going to make you come?”

“Only you. Daddy, shh.”

I chuckle as I go back to kissing her. She wants us to kiss more than she wants our dirty talk. I’m happy to oblige for now. She’s being so gentle with my lips. I’m the one who’s being more ardent, not because I feel more than she does, but because I’m no longer feeling the pain of my split lips. Her kisses are curative.

We move together for I don’t know how long. I know she’s gotten close then slowed down. She hasn’t asked to come. Neither of us wants this over. She’s edging herself right now. She alternates between sliding up and down my cock, her tits bouncing, and rocking her hips, making her tits sway. How magnificent they are.

“Marco, I can’t hold out much longer. I tried because I want to come with you, but I can’t. May I come?”

“Yes, baby girl.”

“You— you said you were feeling possessive. Me too. I want your cum, Daddy. I want you to fill me with it. I want to feel it spilling out of me. I want it on my tits too. I want to see you mark me with it. That cum is only for me.”

“It is. And one day, we’re going to make babies with it. For now, we’re going to keep practicing. Hold on.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, and I shift us until she’s lying on the backseat. I keep my thrusts slow, not pulling back more than a couple inches before sinking balls deep and staying there for a few seconds. I do this over and over until I feel her pussy tighten around me. I push her shirt up to see her belly flutter as she comes.

I groan as I shoot my load. Just as my orgasm wanes, and I’m certain I don’t have much cum left to spend, I pull out. I jerk myself twice while my jiz lands between her tits that she’s pushing together again. I slide back into her, needing the connection to last a little longer. I draw her up and onto my lap as I once again sit. She curls around me. I never told her about my dad calling me little monkey when she chose chimpanzee as her safe word. I’ll think of her cuddling into me more like a koala.

She reaches between us and unbuttons my shirt until we’re skin to skin. I rest my hands on her ass again as we bask in our afterglow. Traffic is a nightmare, and I’ve never been more grateful. But eventually, we pull up to her place in Brooklyn. We settle our clothes as best we can. When Dante showed up with a car for us, he had a bag with fresh clothes for me. Mama. She must have pulled some stuff from the closet in my childhood bedroom. I still keep a few pieces of clothes there just in case.

When we get to her door, I notice the frame is still fully intact. It doesn’t look like anyone attempted a forceful entry. I stick out my hand for her keys, and she gets behind me. It shocks both of us that the place hasn’t been touched. I already know from Enzo that no one’s been near my place. When I got my phone back before we left the FBI, I had a shit ton of texts to scroll through. The one that stands out to me came five minutes before we got to the restaurant. I never felt my phone buzz.

Luigi

Feds are coming. They’re following you and plan a bust today. Stay home.

He tried to warn me. If only I’d seen it. Pauly was right about Luigi’s loyalty. It leaves the unsettled question of who set him up as the feds patsy?

“All I want is a shower, then something to eat. Is that okay with you?”

Beth’s voice pulls me back from my thoughts as I sweep her place. I check along all the baseboards and under all the drawers and in all the cabinets. There are no bugs here. They might not have forced their way in, but I didn’t trust that someone hadn’t been here.

“Of course. Do you want me to join you?”

She looks at me as though I’ve lost my mind. I’ll take that as a yes. I follow her into her bedroom and into the bathroom. We both gladly dropped our filthy clothes into the hamper. Well, I drop my shirt, socks, and boxer briefs into them. Back to my usual. The suit will need dry cleaning. She adjusts the water and steps in. I’m right behind her. I wrap my arm around her belly as I press my cock between her ass cheeks.

“You held me like this earlier. Is that what they trained you guys to do? That way the woman can keep up and is shielded?”

“No. Though I suppose that would be a good idea to share. I did it because I wasn’t letting a damn thing come between us. I couldn’t shield your front and your back, but I could cover most of you if I leaned over you. I wasn’t going to risk getting separated.”

“I love you so much.”

She turns around and is so careful when she goes up on her toes to cup my cheeks and press a kiss to my lips.

“I love you.”

She repeats herself now that we can see each other.

“Beth, I hate that today happened. I hate that this part of my life touched you. But I know without a doubt just how strong my feelings are for you. We’ll go at your speed, but I want you to know that when you’re ready, I want to talk about getting married.”

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