Page 70 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

The hormones have made them insanely sensitive, and just the feel of the dress against my nipples has had me wet and aching all day. I nearly stormed into Andre’s office at lunchtime and begged him to fuck me against the wall just to ease the ache.

“Please tell me you’re at least wearing panties.” There’s a pained look in his eyes as he takes in my breasts.

“There’s an easy way to find out.” I take hold of his wrist and pull downwards.

I can’t hide the smirk as Andre pulls the zip down fully and my dress falls open, revealing my very naked pussy.

“Have I won yet?” I lick my lips.

Andre takes hold of my thighs and forces them even further apart, his eyes locked on my glistening sex.

I squirm under his gaze, the cold granite of the counter feeling so good against my hot skin.

“Fuck me, Andre.”

Andre looks up at me, and I moan at the look on his face.

There’s nothing but feral need in his eyes as he reaches for his belt.

When his cock is free, I’m practically panting with need, my pussy clenching around nothing as he strokes himself.

“Baby, you’re the one who’s begging to be fucked. Not me.” He smirks.

I respond by wrapping my ankles around his waist and pulling him closer.

He chuckles, the sound making my skin pebble as he lines himself up with my entrance.

“Tell me I’ve won, and you can have my cock.”

I scowl, but my hips buck as he teases my entrance.

Fuck, I need him so badly I could scream. I can’t get enough, and despite being sore for a few days from how hard he took me on Friday, I still want more.

“Come on, Lila.” He pumps himself once more.

I watch in awe as the tip of his cock becomes slick with his arousal.

My mouth waters, and I know I’m entirely at his mercy.

“You won,” I moan as my head falls back against the cabinet, and Andre sinks himself inside me.

He doesn’t waste any time, getting into a hard and fast rhythm that has us both moaning and groaning.

I lift my hips up and meet each of his thrusts, the angle so perfect that he grazes my inner walls with his cock.

My eyes roll as he pounds into me, and I can’t help but reach between our bodies to rub my clit.

“Fucking hell, Lila.”

I arch my back, pushing my breasts up, and he answers my silent plea by taking my right nipple between his teeth.

I gasp at the pain, but then he wraps his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks.

“More,” I moan, arching into his touch.

Andre moves to my other breast, as his fingers sink into my hips, pulling me harder against him as he fucks me.

I’m already close, my clit throbbing as I work it harder.

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