Page 26 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

He groans, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he releases himself and moves to grip my hips, flipping me over, lifting my hips so my ass is in the air. “I want to be deeper.”

I moan, burying my head in the pillow as he runs the tip of his cock along my ass before dipping between my thighs, lining himself up with my entrance.

“So fucking wet.”

“Mmm…” I wiggle my hips against his hardness.

Andre places his hands on my hips, his fingers digging in hard before he fills me with one hard thrust of his hips.

I cry out as a moment of pain turns into the sweetest pleasure as Andre immediately starts moving inside me.

“Well done, baby,” he coos. “You took that so well.”

I sink my fingers into the silk sheets, gripping them as Andre thrusts so deep that his cock grazes my uterus, and my entire body trembles with pleasure.

I can barely hold myself up, but Andre keeps my hips in place as he fucks me so hard my eyes roll.

“Fuck, Lila,” Andre groans. “Are you going to let me come all over that perfect ass?”

“Oh, yes.” I push back against him.

“Good girl.”

That sends a ripple of pleasure down my spine, and my climax builds once more.

I try to match Andre’s pace, bouncing my ass against him as he thrusts into me, his cock brushing my inner walls so deliciously that my legs start to shake.

“I-I’m coming,” I cry.

“Fuck yes, baby. Come with me.”

His movements become more frantic and hurried, and I know he’s close.

I want nothing more than to feel him spill onto my skin, to mark me as his one more time.

“Lila…” He pounds into me once more, so hard I scream as my orgasm hits me.

I clench around him, eager to send him over the edge too.

He thrusts two more times before pulling out and spilling all over my ass.

I let out a contented sigh, listening to Andre’s breathy pants as he finishes.

I think that might have just been the best sex of my entire life.

“Look at you.” His hands run over my hips.

I glance over my shoulder to the evidence of his release on my skin. I bite my lower lip before looking up at Andre under my lashes.

There’s a faint flush to his skin, and his chest is heaving as he catches his breath.

Part of me wants to ask again where he went, what caused him to get so worked up. Because this sex was different than before. Harder, rougher.

Not that I’m complaining. It was incredible, but the shift in him didn’t go unnoticed.

It’s not my place. That’s not what I’m here for. I’m not his girlfriend, I’m not his…anything.

In a few short hours, I’ll be heading back to my apartment, and he’ll be long gone.

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