Page 63 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Take off your clothes.” I lock the door and pull down the blinds. It’s almost nine, so we’re likely to be the only ones left in the office, but I don’t want to risk being caught fucking my assistant.

Though I’d be pleased that Lila would be marked as off-limits to any fucker who dared look her way.

Her clothes rustle, and I wait to turn around until no sound comes.

“Have you taken all your clothes off, Lila?”

“I thought you might want me to keep the shoes on.”

Her voice sends a shudder down my spine.

I glance over my shoulder and let out a groan at the sight of her leaning back on her hands, her long, dark hair cascading around her shoulders as she pushes her swollen breasts out.

She’s practically begging for me to worship them, but I look lower and almost fall to my knees as she slowly uncrosses her bare legs and exposes her glistening pussy to me.

“Lila…”

“I need you.”

I’m pulling at my shirt as I cross the room to her, hating the desperation in her voice.

“I’m right here, baby.” I fall to my knees before her and run my tongue along her slit.

She moans, throwing her legs over my shoulders, and I move my hands to grip her plush ass as I take her clit between my lips and suck.

Lila cries out, one of her hands sinking into my hair and pulling tightly.

Fuck, I love the slight pain.

I pull her tighter against me, wanting her to scream my name as she comes.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I run my tongue along the length of her, my eyes rolling at the sweet taste.

“Oh, god, Andre.” She grinds against my face.

I flick my tongue over her clit, and her thighs shake.

She’s even more responsive to my touch than before, and I fucking love it.

I’ve barely gotten started, and she’s already drenched, her body quivering.

“Someone’s close already.” I take a finger to her entrance, teasing it.

“Please, Andre.” Her hips buck as I push my finger inside her so slowly her legs start shaking.

I desperately need to free my cock from my pants, the throbbing ache unbearable as it strains against my zipper.

But not yet. First, I need Lila to come on my tongue. I want to taste her for days.

“Do you want more, Lila?” I press a soft kiss to her clit.

Her body is writhing under my touch, and I chuckle, knowing that she hates how soft and slow I’m taking it.

“Such a greedy little thing.”

“Oh, god, please.” She tugs at my hair, trying to force my mouth onto her pussy, but I don’t let her.

“I’ve missed this.” I push my finger inside her.

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