Page 13 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Don’t make me ask you again.” I run my tongue along her neck.

She arches beautifully against me, her hips lifting, a moan escaping her lips as my erection grazes her clit.

“Hard,” she gasps, gripping onto his shoulders.

“That’s what I thought.”

She bites her lower lip as I grind my hips, and I curse fact that I want to be the one biting those full lips over and over again. Not just for tonight, but for as long as she’ll let me.

But that’s not what this is about. We are helping each other tonight. After this, we are done.

“Oh god,” she gasps.

“I haven’t even gotten started yet, princess.” I chuckle before stepping away from her.

Her chest heaves, nipples peaking beneath her dress, and she has all the telltale signs of a wet pussy if that darker spot on her panties is any indication.

I want to see her. All of her.

“Take off your dress.”

Not needing to be told twice, she reaches for the thin spaghetti straps and pulls them down over her shoulders. My eyes follow every minute movement as I picture my mouth and my tongue following her hands as she slowly shimmies the material down her body until her breasts are exposed, heavy and calling for me.

Her thighs clench together when I lick my lips, and I growl.

I want to taste all of her. Kiss, lick, bite every inch of her skin.

And I will. Later. For now, I want a show. “Keep going.”

Her dress gathers around her hips and she wiggles to get the tight material over her amazing curves.

A low moan escapes me as it eventually it falls to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a red lace thong and heels.

Beautiful.

“Were you planning on giving gamer boy a heart attack?” I shake my head. “He wouldn’t have known what to do with you.”

“Good thing you were around,” she murmurs, her eyes trailing down my body, lingering on the bulge in my pants.

Her foot starts to lift off the floor.

If she comes near me, I’ll lose it. So, I hold up a hand to stop her.

“Stay right where you are.”

I take a deep breath, centering myself before stalking over to her, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt as I go.

As I get in front of her and kneel, her eyes widen.

A smirk blooms in my face as I dip my fingers into the waistband of her lace panties.

“Right here?” she gasps, glancing over her shoulder at the city below.

“Right here.”

I pulling her panties down her thighs until they pool around her ankles. She smells delicious.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

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