Page 93 of The Gangster King

I told her I was marrying her. I said a lot of things. But questions? I asked her if she wanted to suck my cock. If she touched herself when she thought of me.

Probably not the same.

One afternoon, I thought I had my answer. I watched her in the cameras as she lay on the linens with her legs wide, sliding her fingers inside herself. Rolling her nipples between her fingers.

Quickly, after my cock had leaped to attention, I realized she was doing it to get attention. It had infuriated me because I’d told Adelina my men were watching.

No one else saw the footage but me.

My own private sex show.

I stare at my phone, which sits on the arm of the large chair I’m sitting on and swipe it to unlock it. I don’t pick it up, as if not fully committing yet.

I click on the app and swallow the last of my scotch, letting out a sound.

Then I press the image I know will take me to that day.

Adelina’s moans fill the room, and my cock instantly goes hard. Who knew it was possible to be aroused and angry at the same time?

I leave the phone on the seat as if by doing so I’m not accepting she’s gone, and this is all I have of her.

For now.

I click the button to go full screen.

“Oh, this feels good.” She moans, spreading legs and circling her clit.

Little minx.

I unzip my tuxedo pants and pull out my cock. It was only hours ago I stroked myself and came on her pussy. Now I wish I’d lifted her and let her drop down over it, taking it fully inside her.

My hand wraps around my shaft as her lips curve and eyes press closed, enjoying the game she was playing with me.

She cups her breast, and I begin stroking. Tight and hard, my grip is mean on my cock.

I want her.

I want that mouth that is gaping with a hint of a smile around it, sucking on me. I want to hear her pain as I press down her throat and make her swallow my come.

I thrust my hips up into my hand.

Adelina rolls her head, pressing inside her pussy, and lets out more little mewls.

Fuck.

My hand rapidly strokes my shaft now; my balls tighten and tuck up, ready to explode.

“Addy!” I yell into the room as my seed spills over me.

Pleasure I almost don’t welcome rolls through me and when it stops, I toss my head back and curse.

I’m so fucking angry with her.

Did you do anything except boss her around?

I grab the phone and head up to my bedroom, where I shower and then slide on a pair of briefs and brush my teeth.

My hand slides over one of my pecs, and I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

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