Page 18 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

He grips me beneath the shoulders and slams into me, his cock brushing my sensitive inner walls.

The pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t get enough.

Running my nails along the hard muscles of his back, I revel in the feel of Andre on top of me. Of the pure male strength that radiates from him as he pounds into me.

And from the sounds he’s making with each thrust, I know he is just as close as I am to being sent over the edge.

“Harder,” I gasp.

I dig my heels into his ass, driving him even deeper, needing more. I meet each of Andre’s thrusts, our rhythm desperate and hungry as my release builds.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as my climax threatens to take over, my legs quivering around Andre’s waist.

“Come on, baby. I need to feel you come around my cock as I spill inside you.” Andre licks the spot beneath my ear that has me shuddering.

His filthy words have me toppling over the edge, not able to hold back any longer.

My entire body shakes as my orgasm hits me, my pussy clenching around Andre as wave after wave of pleasure radiates through me.

Andre continues to pump inside me, his movements sloppy as he chases his own release.

“I’m coming—” Andre grunts, thrusting into me so hard the bed slams into the wall.

I cry out, my hips bucking as I feel Andre spill into me. I watch in awe as he comes, his eyes locking with mine, so heavy with need as his body shudders beneath my fingers.

“Holy shit,” I gasp as he eventually stills on top of me.

“That was…amazing.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck.

“I could do that forever,” I blurt out before I have a chance to stop myself.

Fuck.

I tense, waiting for the inevitable ‘time to go’ conversation, but Andre only nudges my jaw with his nose, his stubble ticking my cheek as he kisses the corner of my mouth.

“I’m game for round two.”

After round three, we’re both spent and lie tangled up together as we recover.

I’m exhausted but deliciously satisfied.

A phone starts ringing, and Andre is immediately out of bed.

I instantly miss the warmth of his body tucked up beside mine, but I try to act otherwise, sitting up and wrapping the sheet around me as I watch Andre pull on his boxers and go searching for his phone.

“Yeah?”

There’s a muffled voice on the other end, a male, and Andre’s shoulders tense.

I’m sensing that this may be my cue to leave, even if that’s the last thing I want to do. I’d much rather stay put and take in every muscled inch of the man who just gave me the best sex of my life because, once I’m out that door, I’ll never see him again.

But I know that’s for the best.

Be the one to walk away, not the one left behind. Not again.

I make to move from the bed, but Andre glances over his shoulder at me and shakes his head, pointing to the bed.

Yes, sir.

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