Page 61 of Married to the Mafia

He didn’t bother glancing around as he continued toward her, already reaching for his belt. “Does it?” He let his gaze rove over her. “Stand up, kitten.”

She stood without argument, her body warming at the mere nearness of his and that roughened tone in his voice.

“What are you wearing under that?”

“A thong, sir,” Brandi answered. Her voice softened without conscious intention, but she didn’t try to correct herself.

He rumbled in a way that could only be appreciative. “Untie the top and let it fall. Let me see those gorgeous tits.”

Brandi complied immediately, goosebumps that had nothing to do with the comfortable temperature in the room raising on her skin as the top portion of the gown tumbled down. She would have worn a strapless bra, but the back of the dress dipped too low for the only one she owned. She had felt self-conscious about it for a moment, earlier, but the look in Mikey’s eyes as she stood before him technically topless made her feel entirely different. Beautiful and wanted.

He groaned and stepped closer, taking her breasts in both hands and molding them with surprising gentleness. He bent forward and ran his lips and tongue along each, one boob at a time, lavishing attention on her nipples until she was breathless. “Such fucking perfect tits,” he said, as if talking to himself. His thumbs circled her areola and his eyes locked onto hers. “You belong to me, from this moment forward. Every fucking inch of you is mine. Understand?”

Her lips parted, but it took her a second to find her voice. “Y-yes, sir.”

Mikey released her chest to wrap an arm around her back, wedged another hand into her hair, and hauled her up to his lips for a deep, searing kiss. He may have branded her very soul as his tongue stroked across hers.

She was breathless and unreasonably hot when he retreated. She wanted desperately for him to throw her down and have his way with her until her brain went blank. “Sir, please—”

He trailed his kisses along her jaw, until his lips were beneath her ear, and murmured, “I know what you need, kitten.” His hands swept over her back and he straightened. “Arms behind your back,” he said as he reached again for his belt, this time ripping it from the loops at his waist entirely.

Heat flashed through her and Brandi folded her arms behind herself quickly.

Mikey leaned around her, letting her breasts press into and drag against his shirt-covered front while he wound his belt around her wrists. Once the leather was to his liking, he stroked his fingers up her arms, down her sides, and over her boobs one more time. His thumbs teased her nipples and he smirked at her gasp.

Then he let go, turned, and in quick movements he had freed himself from his slacks and taken a seat on the sofa. His cock stood at attention, precum glistening like a pearl at the tip. He patted his thigh. “Come here and straddle me,” he said. “I’ll help you balance. I want you to ride me with that dress on.”

Brandi licked her lips and did as he asked. With her hands bound she needed his help sliding the skirt up her legs, and there was no doubt in her mind he’d wanted it that way. He dragged his hands—and the material—sensually up her thighs slow enough to make her moan as they worked her legs into position on either side of his.

With one hand on her hip, Mikey held her over him and reached between her thighs. He teased the scrap of her thong before slipping his fingers beneath it and stroking over her slit. He groaned. “So fucking wet.” He pushed two fingers into her, only halfway. She shuddered and he grinned wider. “Tell me whose pussy this is. Tell me who it aches for.”

Brandi gasped, her fingers reaching for open air at her back. “It—it’s my husband’s pussy. It aches for you, sir.”

Mikey growled, moving his hand to pull her thong properly aside, and then he tugged her down as his hips snapped up. He punched the air out of her as he filled her almost viciously, grinding her down against his pelvis with both hands anchored at the curve of her waist. “That’s my good girl,” he finally said. She swore she felt him twitch inside her. “My wife’s pussy aches for her husband’s cock.” He leaned forward, hands sliding over the skin at her back, and dragged his lips over her jaw. “Fuck, kitten. You like this as much as I do.”

She couldn’t deny it. He’d barley moved and she was teetering on the brink, yet at the same time, she was nowhere near ready to be done.

Mikey stretched out a hand and latched on to her bound wrists, using the hold to arch her back as he started rocking his hips. “You’re the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.” He held her with his other hand only tight enough to help her meet his slapping thrusts and stars began to burst behind her eyes.

He tugged her down onto him, dragging against her at the perfect angle, and Brandi felt the first tremor roll through her. There was no way she would be able to resist coming if he did that a second time.

Mikey tugged abruptly at the leather around her wrists, releasing them without warning, and yanked her upright. He slammed his mouth to hers and allowed her to plunge her fingers into his hair greedily. They kissed as he continued pumping into her, the slightly altered angle just enough to keep her from falling for another precious moment. Then he twisted them around and laid her down on the sofa, hefting one of her legs up high and allowing himself to drive deeper than before inside her.

Brandi cried out, her nails biting into his shoulders through the shirt he still wore.

“Come for me, kitten,” Mikey finally whispered, his lips teasing her skin. “And scream my name when you do.”

Her breath faltered for a single second at the instruction, but when his cock slammed into her again, she had no choice. His name tore from her lips as her body arched and clenched around his, her vision going white as blissful heat overwhelmed her senses.

The echo of Mikey’s roar drew her back to earth. He was still breathing heavily above her, still fully sheathed inside her. “Fuck, kitten. That was beautiful.” He pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth, shifting himself enough to let her leg down to a comfortable height without crushing her with his weight.

Brandi wound her arms around his torso and held on as tightly as her post-orgasmic muscles would allow. “Now you’ll … think of me … in here, too.”

He snorted. “Now I have a reason to sleep in my actual bed.” He lowered his lips to her neck. “Might be hell on my workload, though.” His tongue darted out, teasing the hollow of her throat. “Think I want to strip you out of this dress and go again. Anywhere else you want to make more memories in?”

She laughed even as another wave of desire lashed through her. “It’s a big house,” she heard herself whisper. “There are lots of rooms that need—”

Something that sounded suspiciously like a phone interrupted her words and drew a low, not-sexy growl from the man above her. A very firm reminder that it was the middle of the workday and they had originally intended to actually be contributing adults that afternoon.

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