Page 14 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

She does as she’s told, her cheeks glowing an adorable shade of pink right before my eyes descend over her body to her glistening pussy.

My tongue darts out to moisten my lips.

“I think we’ll keep the shoes on.”

She is a vision.

I lean in and run my tongue along her wet folds.

She cries out, her hands sinking into my hair, the prickling of pain only adding to the pleasure of the moment.

I chuckle.

She is delicious all over.

Fuck. I could get addicted to her so easily. Part of me wonders if I’m not already.

I blow a gentle breath to tickle her sensitive flesh, and the goosebumps that erupt on her skin make me do it all over again before letting my tongue flick over her clit.

Her entire body shudders, and her head falls back to the glass.

I don’t care in the slightest if the whole of Manhattan sees me pleasure the most gorgeous woman on the planet. I want them to know she is mine. All mine. I’m the one making her feel this wanton.

Even if it is just for tonight.

I take it slow. Painfully slow. Exploring her pussy as if I has all the time in the world.

I want to torture her, but it’s fucking for me too.

I lick and suck and nip until I find just the right way to slowly lick the length of her core before flicking out her clit to have her writhing under my touch.

She is my instrument, and I’m the maestro bringing this show to its crescendo.

“I’ve got you.” I take one of her thighs, putting it over my shoulder, my hands moving to cup her ass before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking. Hard.

She moans so loud I swear the entire building shakes, but I don’t care.

Her taste on my tongue is the purest ambrosia I ever tasted. And the feel of her in my hands, her weight, her touch are driving me nuts.

As I look up to her face, her eyes are on me and shining with unshed tears.

“More,” she gasps.

I’m more than happy to oblige, moving a hand to stroke up her thigh before running my index finger through the wetness pooled between them, teasing her entrance.

“Please,” she whimpers. And it goes right to my cock.

I suck her clit once more as I push one finger inside her.

Her hips buck, and she moans, grinding against my hand as I start pumping it in and out. Fuck, if my finger feels this tight, what’s my cock going to feel like?

At the thought of her squeezing me as I fuck her, I moan, increasing the pace.

When her hips keep up with me, I add another finger, stretching her so beautifully.

The flutter around my finger can only mean one thing. She is close.

Her breasts look tight and heavy, and I’m mesmerized as her left hand trails up her stomach until she’s cupping her own breast, pinching the hard nipple.

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