Page 16 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Lila,” he groans, resting his forehead against mine.

“I think it’s your turn to shimmy out of your panties.”

Andre tugs on my hair, forcing me to look up at him, and his eyes are heavy-lidded.

His mouth comes to my ear. “I’d be careful if I were you.”

“Oh yeah?” I press, reaching for his cock again, but he steps back.

“I’m very good at torturing people.” His eyes flicker to my breasts as he reaches for the waistband of his trousers and pulls them down, finally revealing himself fully to me.

A strangled noise escapes me as I take in his cock, hard and glistening at the tip.

I knew it was big seeing as I literally just had my hand around it, but to actually see it is another matter entirely.

I fight the urge to reach between my thighs as I imagine him bending me over and pounding into me until I’m screaming my release.

Andre seems to sense the very dirty nature of my thoughts as he reaches for his cock and starts slowly pumping himself.

“I’ll ask you again, Lila, are you enjoying the view?”

Bastard.

“Yes,” I grit out as my blood starts pounding.

My chest is flushed, my nipples hard and aching as I watch Andre work himself for a few painful strokes.

“I’m going to go hard, Lila.” He strokes his cock.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips as I imagine riding a cock that large.

“I’m going to sink my cock so deep inside that delicious pussy of yours that you’re going to scream with pleasure.”

“Someone’s very sure of their skills,” I mutter, though there’s no bite to my words. We both know I’m completely at his mercy.

“I’d lie back against the pillows if I were you.” His lips lift slightly at the corners.

I don’t need to be asked twice.

I shimmy up the bed, flushing at the slick feeling between my thighs and keeping my eyes on Andre as he works his cock.

“Spread your legs, baby.”

I fight back the feeling of embarrassment that builds as I part my thighs, exposing myself to him.

A pained expression crosses Andre’s face, as if he’s trying to fight back his own building release, and the thought has me reaching between my thighs, not able to wait any longer.

“So needy.”

I nod, my fingers brushing over my clit, and my back arches. “I need you.”

“I’m right here, baby.” He climbs onto the bed.

Taking hold of my wrist, he removes my fingers from my pussy and pins my hand above my head.

I whimper, and he only smirks as he takes my other hand and pins it above my head too.

“Much better,” he murmurs. “Now keep them there.”

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