Page 92 of Mob Princess

“Fuck, little one. I won’t last long.”

She hums. The vibration sets me off. My fingers tunnel into her hair, something I love doing. It’s like yards of silk threads. I don’t hold myself down her throat. There’s no pressure.

“If you don’t want to swallow, let go.”

She sucks harder. Fucking vacuum cleaner attached to my dick.

“Lina!”

My head falls back again as I bellow her name, then groan. I feel her tongue swirl around my cock before she draws back. I take a moment to gather my thoughts. I also need to catch my breath before I get woozy. Coming that hard standing up wasn’t the smartest choice, but it was the best feeling choice I’ve ever made.

“Are your shoulders okay? Knees?”

“I’m all right, Daddy.”

My cock twitches. We both look at it and laugh. Then I have my hands on her waist as I pick her up and turn her around, quickly putting the pillows beneath her again.

“Sean! You’re going to hurt yourself. Stop being foolish.”

My hand lands across her arse three times.

“I got shot. I’m not dead.”

Even if I thought I was going to be.

I draw her knees to the edge of the bed and push them wide before I kneel on the floor. It’s my turn to feast. Fuck the sandwich I forgot about until now. I grab her arse, lifting, spreading, squeezing as my tongue runs the length of her cunt and to her arsehole. I watch her hands clench, then relax when I move away from there.

“Is that a no?”

“It’s a I’m unused to it but not opposed to it. I’ve always thought that was—um—it didn’t appeal to me. But you’ve done it twice, and I like it. If you’re okay with it.”

“More than okay. All of you is mine, and I will have it before you fall asleep tonight.”

I reach for the butt plug and lube I’d put on the bed. I squeeze some onto her arse, enjoying watching it glide along a place I’ll fill as soon as she’s ready. A place other’s might have been before, but no one but me will ever go again. Her cunt is the same. A given. But there’s something even more intimate about this.

I cover the plug with lube and press it into her. She remains relaxed, taking it without hesitation.

“It’s because it’s you.”

I pause and look around her bent leg. She’s turned her head toward me.

“I’ve had anal before. I’ve worn plugs before. It’s not my most favorite when it’s the only thing going on. But I’ve never been this at ease before. I trust you.”

She’s told me that several times. It doesn’t grow old hearing. My men trust me because they know I’m committed to our branch. They know my honor demands I do my best for them. My family trust me because we’re family. But Lina doesn’t have a reason to. She hasn’t since we met, but she does. Her trust means more to me than everyone else’s combined.

The other part of what she says registers with me.

“Only thing?”

She sighs. Am I going to want to hear this confession?

“If it’s anal just for the sake of anal, it’s okay. If there’s a vibrator, a dildo, or someone else, then I like it.”

Someone else!

“Sean, we can discuss our pasts if you want to. I won’t hide what I’ve done, but I don’t want to know about yours. It’ll hurt and make me jealous. I don’t even like knowing you have long-term subs and a place you own just to meet them.”

“I bought the place as a rental property originally. Had not have. Owned not own. Met not meet. And I’d rather not talk about our pasts either.”

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