Page 83 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

The sound shot heat straight through my groin, and my dick grew harder with anticipation. All the nights I've had to wake up in cold sweat with only memories of her soft body pressing into mine to hold on to resurfaced, igniting something feral in me.

I dragged my lips down to the creamy swell of her boobs, sinking my teeth into the soft skin and ripping off her flimsy nightwear in the process. She was going to be covered in red marks tomorrow, and I couldn't wait to watch her fuss over them. There will be more time to savor the moment and indulge in sweet, tender loving. Right now, I needed to bury myself in her as soon as possible before I burst into flames.

My fingers found her already drenched, and her loud moans bounced off the walls when I shoved three of them into her without warning. I curled them inside her, loving the way her pussy clenched rhythmically around them. Heat sizzled through my veins. I’ve been confined to cold showers for a long time, and the wet sounds from her pussy as I drove my fingers into her were almost enough to push me over the edge.

“You know I love you, right?” I groaned, freeing my cock with my other hand.

Her response came out in short pants, “Yes.”

“Good,” I said, positioning myself at her entrance. “Hold on to that thought because I’m about to fuck you like my whore.”

That was all the warning I gave her before I slammed into her with a quick thrust. Black dots colored my vision, and I had to clench my abs to keep me from bursting instantly.

She fit around me like a glove, snug and tight, and I realized why it never worked out with anyone before her. She was made for me. Every curve of her soft body was designed to fit into the crooks of my muscled frame, and every hole in her was created to be filled by me.

I took a moment to recollect myself before thrusting into her a second time. The room shook with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the headboard crashing against the wall with every thrust. Jason’s room was directly across from hers, and I was certain our mixed moans echoed through the house, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. He’ll just have to get used to the fact that his parents are insanely in love with each other.

I don't know if it was physically possible, but I needed more of her. More of her soft skin writhing beneath me and her wet pussy wrapping around me. Driven to the edge with near madness, I picked her up by the hip, flipping her into an all-fours position and driving my cock back into her with so much force she almost toppled over.

I stared in awe as my cock moved in and out of her, wetness coating the entire length. Her ass jiggled with each thrust, and I lost to the primal need to brand her cheeks with my fingerprint. Her walls clenched tightly around me, her loud cry reverberating through the room. I watched in satisfaction as the growing red welt in her ass took the shape of palms.

“You like that, huh? The feeling of me branding and decorating your pretty ass with my hands.”

Her response came out in unintelligible whimpers.

“Words, Princess. You know how this works,” I said, emphasizing every statement with deep thrusts.

“Yes!” she cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets tighter.

“Yes, what?”

“I love the feeling of your hands branding me,” her reply came out in one breath, and a feeling of possession settled deep in my stomach, spreading through me like a disease.

I didn’t think it was possible to go deeper, but she spread her knees and arched her back, and I found myself sinking deeper into her like she unlocked an entirely new portal for me. She began moving her hips, meeting me mid-thrust with equal force and urgency. I dug my hand into her hair and pulled her flush against me, her back to my chest and her perfect ass nestled between my thighs as I continued to ram into her.

With the distracting view of her ass out of the way, a clear reflection of us stared back at me from the full-length mirror hanging across the room. The image completely knocked the air out of me.

She looked like a work of art with her head thrown back, lips parted, hair all over the place, and her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She looked like a beautiful mess, perfectly undone.

I gripped her chin and forced her attention to the mirror, feeling her breath hitch as she took in the sight before her.

“Watch how beautiful you look while I’m fucking you, how perfectly our bodies fit together,” I growled into her ears, holding her gaze in the mirror.

I dragged my cock all the way out before slamming it back into her. I felt her orgasm drawing near with the way her walls quivered, and I reached out to draw circles on her clit with my thumb. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, but I forced them back on me. “Eyes on the mirror, Princess. I want you to see how much you consume me, how much control you have over me. Doyou see it?” I asked, increasing my pace and drawing a strangled ‘yes’ from her.

“Did you miss my cock wrecking your pretty pussy while you were away?” I asked, delivering a hard thrust to drive my point.

“Yes!” Her scream was immediately followed by the erratic pulsations from her pussy. Her knees almost shot off the bed as her orgasm washed through her.

She threw her head back, her body convulsing with the intensity of waves rippling through her. I watched in awe, increasing my pace to match every vibration that coursed through her body. I didn’t stop, not even when she collapsed on the bed and became a blubbering mess of incoherence and crying from overstimulation.

“I love you.”

The soft whimper was all it took for me to topple over the edge, waves like nothing I’ve ever felt, crashing into me and sending me soaring over the cliff. I swear, I felt my soul leave my body for a brief moment before it crashed back into me, and I collapsed on top of her.

I spun her around, searching for any trace of uncertainty in her eyes. “Say that again, Princess.”

She drew her lips close to my ears and whispered, “I love you, Mikhail Ivanov.”

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