Page 32 of Married to the Mafia

That was her argument? A grin teased his lips and he whispered in her ear. “The risk makes it more fun.”

The moment her breath shuddered out of her, her fate was sealed. The fact that she pressed her forehead into his shoulder and almost inaudibly mumbled her agreement was icing on the damn cake.

Mikey spun her around and trailed his lips down the side of her throat, his hands at her hips. “Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes,” she said on an exhale.

He slid a hand up her spine and bent her forward. “Hands on the back. Do not let go.” Her hands immediately latched onto the sturdy support of the sofa and he gripped her neck once more. Not pulling, not squeezing, simply holding. “Unless I tell you otherwise, you will call me ‘sir’ when I’m fucking you, and you will always answer my questions or I will stop. Do you understand?”

Her hands flexed over the fabric. “Yes, sir.”

His dick twitched at the perfect, breathy response. Fuck. “Good girl.” He slid his hand back down her spine, moving slow enough to watch her reactions. She squirmed, her feet shuffling, but gave no indications of pain. Good.

Mikey flipped her skirt up over her ass, revealing a half-lace strip of cloth teasingly obscuring her flawless skin. He let himself palm her ass, squeezing and stroking as if she were already bare. He wasn’t much for spanking, or he’d certainly be tempted with this presentation and her own self-sabotaging behavior earlier. He’d have to find a more enjoyable method of punishment. He trailed his fingers along the edge of her panties, letting his touch curve between her legs. “Wider.”

She widened her legs immediately.

He pressed his fingers over the fabric, gliding them back and forth against the dampness. “I want to feast on this pussy, Brandi,” he told her. “But only good girls get their pussies eaten. Have you been a good girl? Or have you misbehaved?”

She sucked in a breath. “I-I’ve been bad, sir,” she said on a gasp. “I’m sorry!”

He grinned and removed his hand from her heat. “I commend your honesty. Unfortunately, that means I’m going to have to fuck your pussy until you scream. Because bad girls get fucked.” He pushed his own pants to his knees and pulled her panties to the side, leaving them in place as part of the punishment. “And when we’re done, you’re going to leave my seed inside you until I give you permission to wash it out.”

The lust in her voice was so tangible it resonated in his balls as she said, “Yes, sir.”

He groaned and stroked his length through her folds once, letting her arousal coat him before he lined himself up. His hands settled on her hips and he thrust his full length forward, filling her tight pussy in a single movement. Fuck.

She panted out, her back arching and her fingers clenching desperately to the sofa.

He rocked his hips just to hear her moan, leaned down, and murmured against her ear, “This is our house, Brandi. When I fuck you here, I want to hear you.” He punctuated the instruction by dragging his cock out to the tip and surging deep again.

She did not disappoint, and he wasn’t sure if that was good or terrible. Even as her forehead dropped to the sofa, her moans, ragged breaths, and half-words got louder. And she was so fucking pliant. Her body moved for his, holding just sturdy enough to offer the resistance he needed while swaying in a way that provided a more sensual rhythm to his ruthless thrusts.

Mikey curved a hand around her, tugging up at her top until he was able to slip his fingers over her skin and beneath her bra. He palmed her breast, making his way to her nipple, as his other hand found her clit.

Her whole body trembled when he rolled both simultaneously. “S-sir!”

“Not yet,” he breathed against her neck. She whined and he did it again, timing it with a driving thrust that had him grinding against the spot inside that made her choke on her words. He moved his lips to her ear. “I’m going to come inside your pussy, fiancée. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” she said with a sob. “Yes, sir. Please, please let me come with you, sir!”

He kissed the back of her ear. “Much better.” He gentled his movements for a moment, teasing them both, before repeating the earlier triple assault that had nearly had him seeing stars. As he did, he growled, “Come for me.”

Their bodies trembled in sync, his groaning drowned out by her scream of ecstasy. He caught her around the waist when her knees buckled and moved with her onto the sofa, keeping himself buried in her delicious heat for as long as he could. Because fuck, he hadn’t even caught his breath and he already knew he needed more.

ten

Unexpected

Brandi stared out the windshield at the practically glowing flower shop before them. The building was so new the paint still seemed to be glowing, despite that she was aware the storefront had opened to business months ago. She let her seatbelt slide over her as another wave of nerves had her shifting in her seat. “Why did you bring me to a flower shop?” It wasn’t like they had to pick out arrangements for a proper wedding.

“Do you not like flowers?” Mikey asked.

She shifted in her seat, a spiral of heat winding through her when their gazes locked. She pressed her thighs together. Mikey had been entirely serious earlier. Their escort had already pulled in to the parking spot beside him, and she knew if her father had been home when they’d gone by the house, they would be there instead of parked in this business lot. A fact which would have made her current state of fullness somehow even more indecent.

Brandi forced her mind away from that slippery slope as best she could and replied, “I like them fine, I suppose.”

His lips lifted in a shadow of a smile. “Let’s go inside, and you can show me what appeals to you. I’ll buy you something pretty.”

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