Page 88 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Whatever he wants from me, he can take.

I swirl my tongue around the head, moaning at the salty taste as my other hand squeezes his strong thigh.

The pure strength that radiates from his body makes my pussy clench, desperate for him to fill me.

The mere thought of Andre pulling me off of him and bending my over this desk so he can finish inside me has me increasing my pace.

My movements become sloppy as I suck and lick his thick shaft while simultaneously pumping him with my hand.

Andre tugs at my hair, his breathing becoming ragged, and I know he’s close from the way the tip of his cock leaks.

“Take me deeper, Lila,” Andre moans, and I oblige.

I relax my throat and let him brush the back of it.

Andre’s body jerks, and his restraint seems to snap.

Keeping his hand in my hair, he starts pumping himself into my mouth, groaning every time he brushes the back of my throat.

I move both of my hands to his thighs to steady myself, my eyes watering as he thrusts his hips harder, faster.

Whatever you need, Andre.

“Going to…come,” Andre groans.

I sink my nails into his thighs, matching his pace as he fucks my mouth, my clit throbbing so painfully that I’m desperate to reach between my thighs to chase my own release. But Andre is so close, and I want this to only be about his pleasure.

I hollow my cheeks, suctioning my mouth around him as he thrusts, and it seems to tip Andre over the edge.

With one last hard thrust, he spills down my throat, his body shuddering as he empties himself.

I continue bobbing my head up and down, greedily sucking him until I swallow every last drop, moaning at the taste of his release on my tongue.

“Mmm…” I pull my mouth off his cock and marvel at the way it glistens. “I’m so ready for you Andre.” I get to my feet, moving to lift the hem of my dress.

But Andre doesn’t look at me. Instead, he hastily tucks himself back into his trousers and clears his throat.

“I have a meeting now. You should probably get back to work.” He turns his chair around so that he’s facing away from me.

I blink, dropping the material off my dress so that it fans around my thighs once more. I wait to see if perhaps this is him trying to tease me, to get me to beg for him to fuck me which seems to be something he enjoys. But when Andre logs onto his computer and opens up his video call, I realize there is no game to be played here.

Or rather, not one I can win.

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LILA

I’m racked with shame for the entire rest of the day.

How is it that I keep throwing myself at this man when he is making it more and more clear that he is only interested in sex? What did I expect to happen? Suck his cock and then he’d offer to take me on a date where I would then reveal the fact that I’m pregnant?

If Andre was looking for something serious, he would’ve made a move by now. And yet, I keep taking his sexual advances as a sign that he might feel something for me, rather than seeing them for what they are. A bit of fun, a way to release some pent up sexual tension.

Maybe Cassi is right. If he’s using me for my body, maybe I should use him for his money…

I stay out of Andre’s way for the rest of the day, not bothering to stick around past five even though he’s still in his office. I should be putting myself and my baby first, and that means going home and watching TV while eating pizza.

When I get home, I can’t help but smile at the sight of my sonogram photo that I pinned to the fridge. I press a kiss to my fingertip and gently touch the tiny bean-shaped blob on the photo.

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