Page 50 of The Mafia's Surprise Gift

“Unless,” I added, licking around the shell of her ear, “You’d rather be responsible?”

“Oh,” Mae gasped, writhing slightly in my arms while I played with her clit and stroked continuously through her folds. “I think… I think it would be responsible to take care of any rising issues right now, rather than later.”

“As you wish.” Her consent was all I needed. I leaned back only a fraction and released Mae so I could free my cock from my slacks and pull her skirt up over her backside. Then I jerked her underwear to the side, lined my cock up with her slick entrance, and thrust deep into her pussy in one swift movement.

Mae gasped loudly and rose onto her tiptoes as if trying to escape the intrusion of my cock, then she sank back with a long, low groan. Her knuckles were white against the sink, and I returned my arm to her waist to help her balance. Her silken, hot pussy wrapped around my cock like a tight glove, and the pleasure was so intense that my abdomen remained tense for a few long seconds. I was so tense, I couldn’t even breathe, and we stood there for a moment, soaking each other up and adjusting.

Then I braced myself on the counter and started to fuck her rapidly. My free hand rose over Mae’s mouth to keep her quiet, and her head rolled back onto my shoulder. All day, I’d been thinking about fucking her. All day, I’d soaked in my jealousy that Rocco and Dino had gotten to be with her and I hadn’t. I’d also held a small fear that she didn’t see me that way, but that doubt was gone.

She clung to the sink and rocked her hips back in time with each of my rapid thrusts, punching muffled noises of pleasure out of both of us. I silenced myself in her neck, biting into the juncture of her shoulder and soothing the bite with my tongue. Mae was everything. Her moans were sweet. Her body was hot. Her pussy was pulling me in on every thrust, and even the angle didn’t matter.

I wanted to be so deep inside her that I never had to leave. I wanted to be a part of her, connected forever. I wanted to keep fucking her until she knew nothing but my name and the feel of my cock, to the point that she’d feel empty without me.

Those lust-filled thoughts poured through me, and then Mae started to suck on my fingers. I was completely lost to her then, utterly consumed by her presence, her heat, and her pussy.

I came hard, grunting against her neck and panting harshly as each tight wave of pleasure snapped through me like a band. Mae came at the same time. Her pussy locked down around me like a vise, and I moaned loudly, which made her laugh breathlessly. She lifted one soap-suds-coated hand and patted my arm around her waist.

“We should… we should build sandcastles more often if that’s how worked up you get.” She chuckled, wetting her lips with a swipe of her tongue.

“I’ll take you up on that,” I groaned, kissing her just below her ear. “Let’s go somewhere. Somewhere just us, where I can show you how I really want to fuck you.”

“You mean more than that?” Mae moaned softly as I pulled out of her, but before I could say anything else, the sound of her mother sharply clearing her throat filled the kitchen.

I turned slowly, making sure Mae was hidden long enough to make herself presentable, and shot her mother a bright smile.

“Mrs. Murphy.”

“You might want to take that elsewhere,” she says, sniffling into her tissues.

“I—Mom!” Mae’s face was beet red. “We were just?—”

“Don’t.” She raised one hand and adjusted the shawl wrapped around her body. “Go. Do something nice. I’m happy to watch Zack.”

“Wait… really?” Mae’s mouth fell open, and a flicker of confusion flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Not wanting to take this moment for granted, I took her hand and smiled.

Once outside, Mae burst into nervous laughter and danced around me, clutching at my arms.

“Holy shit, I felt like a teenager being caught having sex for the first time.” She giggled. Both hands went to her face. “Oh, God, I’m blushing so hard. Oh, my God!” She then clutched back at my arm. “I’m so sorry she walked in on us!”

“It’s okay.” I laughed, seeking out my phone. I sent a quick text to the backup team that had been shadowing us all day, informing them to keep a closer eye on the house since Mae would be with me. “But I have a much better place to take you where we won’t be interrupted.”

“Mmhmm. Okay.” With a Cheshire wide smile, Mae slid into my car and immediately turned on the music.

Rock songs filled the air as we drove, and after a few songs, Mae started to sing along. When she didn’t know the words, she either hummed or made noises that sounded like English but were really just gibberish. A strange giddiness swept over me while watching her as I drove to one of our club houses. For a while, I felt like a teenager again.

“You know,” Mae murmured, placing one hand between her legs, “we didn’t think this through. I think your cum is leaking all over my skirt.”

“So you’re saying next time, I eat you out to clean you up?”

“Or you could keep fucking me so that there’s no way anything can slip out.” Mae smirked. I glanced across at her, watching as she started to pull her skirt back up over her bare thighs. “You are one devious woma?—”

Metal screeched, horns blared, and a sudden bright pain flashed through my skull as someone crashed right into the side of my car. Mae screamed, but it sounded so distant to my own ears. The sharp brightness was quickly replaced by overwhelming heat and a sensation of weightlessness. The seatbelt caught against my throat, and I was thrown violently backward.

Then my world exploded in heat, followed by nothing but inky black darkness.

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