Page 104 of Mob Bride

He drops to his knees and dives in. He feasts on my pussy, his fingers biting into my ass as he holds me in place. His tongue delves into me before flicking and toying with my already sensitive clit. He goes around and around, edging me until I’m in a cold sweat and trembling. He kisses along the inside of my thigh, making my kneecap quiver. He releases my ankles before he stands. When he unbinds my arms, he rubs them and moves them to ensure they aren’t stiff.

I don’t expect him to wrap the tie around both wrists behind my back. He grasps a handful of my hair in his right hand as his left presses on my shoulder until I sink to my knees.

“Do you want my cock, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I bet you want it in your pussy. I bet you don’t want to suck me off.”

I don’t, but I want to play this game.

“I want what you want.” Which isn’t untrue.

“Open wide,cailín.”

He guides his dick into my mouth, and I hum as I suck. I love the groan that elicits. He pushes my head forward as his hips flex, but he’s careful. He doesn’t make me gag. He just controls where my head is. His movements are shallow and slow. I watch him as his eyes slide shut. His free hand cups my jaw, and for the umpteenth time, I’m reminded how gentle he is when he wants to be. His thumb brushes over my cheekbone before he pulls out.

I huff.

He chuckles.

He helps me to my feet and takes the ties off my wrists and tits. He kisses my nipples and across my chest and up my neck over and over. His hands once again grip my ass, squeezing. I push my hips back as though I can burrow my ass into his palms even more.

“Daddy, mark me.”

He pauses and looks up at me. His grip grows so tight I whimper, but he doesn’t let go. He knows I’ll safe word if I can’t take it. His mouth travels to the outsides of my tits then the insides, leaving hickies all over them. He trails his love bites down my belly, smattering them across there. I watch, loving all of this. When he stands again, he cups my jaw.

“Tell me how you want me inside you. Use my cock to get off, little girl. Let me see what you want.”

It’s a command wrapped in the pretty bow of an offer.

“I want missionary. I want to see all your muscles flexing in your shoulders, pecs, and abs. I love watching it. You have the best body, and it turns me on to see how strong you are, yet you hold back to make sure you never hurt me.”

“Get on the bed,mo stór.”

“What does that mean?”

“My darling.”

I obey as my heart feels like it’s too big for my chest. I don’t know why that endearment means so much right now, but it’s everything to me. I open my arms and legs, wrapping them around him as he settles between my thighs. Then he’s inside me. The gentleness is gone. He controls my body again.

“Harder, Daddy. As hard as you can.”

“Never, Carrie. Only as hard as I dare.”

I could love this man. I want to. I’m definitely almost there. We’re about as unconventional as you can get, considering our dates have involved running from or hiding from a rival syndicate and law enforcement. Fucking Bonnie and Clyde.

He lifts my right leg over his shoulder and pounds into me.

“Come, Carrie. Now.”

I tilt my hips up, and he rubs my clit just right.

“Fuck, Daddy. Yes.”

I force my eyes to remain open because I don’t want to miss a moment of this. His body is magnificent. Watching his muscles flex is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It drives me wilder.

“Fuck, Carrie. I can’t last like I thought I could.”

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