Page 21 of Mistletoe in the Mafia

Fucking hell.

“That’s it. There you go, like that,” I praise.

When she sucks in a breath, I thrust into her mouth as deep as I can go and hold her there for a couple of seconds. Her temples and cheeks turn rosy as the oxygen burns up in her lungs. When I feel her grunt against me with a single slap to my leg, I release her and pull away from her lips.

She licks her lips and even beams up at me. “Do it again.”

Fuck. She’s like my very own special brand of crazy. No girl’s ever sucked me off as good as she’s doing right now.

“Relax your jaw. Deep breath,” I tell her.

She nods once in understanding. Once I’m sure she’s done that, I tug back on her hair, bobbing her mouth over me a couple of times to let her get another breath of air through her nose. Her tits bounce as I glide in and out, and that combined with the shine in her eyes, the welling tears in them… everything’s messing with my mind.

She moans, shooting waves of pleasure from my core, urging me to quicken my pace. I pick up my speed, fucking her mouth hard and fast.

“You’re taking me so well. Such a good girl,” I praise as she takes me in like a champ.

A muffled whimper sends a shiver through me. She spreads her knees, and one of her hands falls and disappears between her thighs.

“No.” I stop her movements by wrenching her head back. “I’m the only one who gets to make you come, Madelyn.”

She glares up at me, obviously not happy with that.

I smirk. “Alright, get up.”

My cock’s not happy with the abrupt end to the blowjob, but I’d rather come with her writhing under me anyway. She rises to her feet with on shaky legs. She’s a mess—her hair is ruffled and there’s drool on the side of her mouth—but I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. As soon as she’s up, I cup her pussy through her panties.

“You want to come?” I ask, my thumb running between her folds, spreading the moisture around.

“Obviously,” she pants.

I place a small slap between her legs. “How about you beg for it?”

She rolls her eyes. “How about no, tyrant? If you can’t do it, I’ll get myself off.”

I smirk before lifting her up. Her legs wrap around me as I carry her into the bedroom. I drop her onto the thick fluffycomforter and slowly unbutton my shirt. Her eyes track my every movement, widening slightly when they land on my naked chest. I’m guessing she likes the view. It’s a sentiment I can relate to.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hotter sight than her in her bra and panties.

“Ready to beg?” I ask.

She scowls. “No.”

And then she’s reaching for her pussy, pushing her panties aside to slip a finger inside. I growl deep in my throat before crawling on to the bed and wrenching her finger away.

“Don’t piss me off, Madelyn. You said you wanted this,” I remind her.

“I do want this,” she mutters.

“Then beg.”

Her chest rises and falls and she squirms beneath me, trying to get me to release my hold on her wrist. When it becomes clear I’m not going to budge, she huffs out a breath.

“Fine, please,” she says quietly.

“Please what?”

Her eyes meet mine in a glare. “Please make me come, Dominic. Happy?”

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