Page 42 of Mafia Baby

I nod, then realize that she’s not looking at me. “Yes,” I say. “I won’t do a job if I don’t think that the person deserves to die.”

“Honor among thieves?” she says to me, but her tone isn’t critical.

I shrug. “I guess something like that.”

Her mouth is a firm line as she ponders what I have just told her. “Guy is a very bad person. I would have been all right with you killing him.”

I laugh abruptly, and she glances over at me.

“Don’t laugh at me. He was!”

I shake my head. “I know he wasn’t a good boyfriend, but he doesn’t deserve to die for that. You got your revenge on him but dumping his stupid ass and coming home. He won’t bother you ever again.”

“I really do have to thank you for getting rid of him,” she says to me. Even now, I can hear the relief in her voice.

“It was my pleasure,” I say to her, leaning closer. I put a hand on her cheek. “It’s nice to get to rescue a damsel in distress from time to time.” I press my lips to hers, and she sighs with pleasure and leans into my touch.

I’m instantly hard for her as her tongue tangles with mine. I hear myself groan as she rakes her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. “I want you, Gi,” I say to her softly. “It’s been too long.”

“It’s always been too long, if you ask me,” she says back, nipping at my lower lip.

I move my seat back as far as it will go, and gesture to her. “Climb over here. There’s lots of room for you.”

She wriggles out of her pants and her thong and clambers over the center console. It’s dark, and there’s no one else in the park. And frankly, I don’t care if someone sees us fucking.

She’s mine, and deep down, I want the whole world to know it.

I slide my hands up her soft thighs as she straddles me, kneeling on the cushy driver’s seat.

I bring up a gentle finger to tease along the seam of her folds and I moan a little when I feel how wet she is for me. She gasps and her hips jolt forward at my touch. Her long honey-brown hair hangs over her shoulder, tickling my cheek and smelling of flowers.

“You’re already so wet for me,” I murmur to her, parting the lips of her pussy and delving two fingers inside of her. She cries out and her hips starting grinding against my hand eagerly.

“Slow down,” I chide her softly, slipping my fingers out of her and gently cupping her sex. “We don’t need to be in a big hurry. We’ve got all night.”

She whimpers in protest, but she leans in to kiss me again. I can feel the heat at her core seeping into my skin, and my cock is so hard that it hurts. I release her tender flesh and reach down to unbuckle my slacks. I slip my boxer briefs out of the way and my cock leaps free, raging to be inside of her.

She glances down between us, and then looks at me, one brow lifted a little. “I thought you wanted me to slow down,” she says teasingly. “Doesn’t look like your body is listening to your advice.”

I smile at her, and draw her closer so I can kiss her. As she opens her mouth to allow my tongue to tangle with hers, I lift my hips and sink home in her welcoming heat.

She cries out, but I swallow the sound as I kiss her harder. I start thrusting into her, enjoying the way her breasts are crushed against my chest and her ass is so easy to grip.

The angle that this position offers me makes her feel even tighter than usual, and I feel like I could come already.

I force myself to slow down, listening to her non-verbal cues as she rides me. I slip my hands under her shapeless shirt and find that she’s not wearing a bra. I squeeze her full breast and she keens at the pressure.

I feel a gush of liquid slide down my cock, and growl in her ear.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I say to her, nipping her earlobe. I feel another little gush of warmth race over my dick and have to again pull myself back from the edge.

I move my hands back to the soft roundness of her bottom, kneading it as I hear her making sounds that say she’s getting close to coming again.

I slither my fingers over and run them gently over the softness of her pucker. She gasps at the added pressure as I slip a finger inside of her, increasing the feeling of fullness created by my cock.

“You like that?” I ask her roughly, stretching her a little as I increase the tempo of my thrusting.

“Oh, God, Dom,” she breathes out, her head thrown back with pleasure. “Oh my God, that’s good.”

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