Page 79 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

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laila

“If you keep grinding on my thigh like this, doll, you’ll ruin my suit pants.”

I pulled my gaze away from the beautiful woman across the bar at The Syndicate, who kept throwing glances at me, and looked back at my husband, not even realizing that the woman had gotten me this horny.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” Constantino pulled me further onto his lap, my ass against the throbbing bulge in his pants, then pushed some hair behind my shoulder. “Ruin them for me. I want all my men to see how wet your pussy gets for me and only me.” He chuckled darkly and followed my gaze. “And maybe some hot chick across the bar too?”

“Sorry,” I whispered, tearing my gaze away from her again. “I know I shouldn’t …”

“You want to know how I feel about my wife getting off on some woman at my club?” Constantino murmured in my ear as I pressed my aching cunt against his thigh. He seized my waist with one of his large hands, pulled my skirt up enough, then sat me down right on his bulge. “You feel that, doll?”

Whimpering, I sipped on my drink and nodded. “Mmhmm.”

“Words,” he growled.

“Yes, I do.”

“How does it feel against that aching pussy of yours?”

“Good.” I ground myself on him. “Really good.”

Constantino slid his rough fingers up the insides of my thighs, pushing my short skirt with them and sending goose bumps down my legs. I sucked in a sharp breath and grasped on to the bar in front of me, my nipples aching.

“I should fuck you right here in front of her.” His facial hair pricked my bare neck. “I know how sexy you are when you moan. Do you think I can get you to moan loud enough so she notices us?”

“Constantino,” I scolded, though his fingers were already moving in circles around my swollen, aching clit. I furrowed my brow and stared at the pretty girl who sat alone at the bar.

“Hover over me for a second, doll.”

When I hovered over him, he reached between us and undid the zipper on his pants. Before I could move away and tell him not to because we were out in public, where any of my friends could see, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him, filling me all the way up.

I slapped a hand over my mouth to suppress a moan and clamped my pussy down on his cock—hard. My feet were inches off the ground, my entire body weight pressed on him.

He started pumping into me slowly, filling me up and leaving me empty. I squeezed his dick even harder and peeked over at the woman, who glanced back over at us.

Constantino eyed her from over my shoulder. “Do you think she can tell that you’re full with my cock? She can’t stop looking over here and at you. You should go talk to her when I’m finished with you.”

“I-I can’t.”

Constantino bounced me on his cock, slight enough to not make it noticeable unless someone was really staring over here. And I didn’t doubt that some people were. Constantino was the boss of The Syndicate and of the mob.

The woman looked over at us again, her eyes lingering longer than they had before. She glanced behind me at my husband, then back to me, her pale cheeks flushing pink. She sipped her drink, eyes curious.

“Doll, she wants you,” Constantino whispered, tucking some hair behind my ear.

I tightened around my husband’s cock and whimpered, the pressure building up inside me. I dug my fingertips into the bar top until they turned white and sucked in a sharp breath.

“Show her how you ride me, how desperate you really are.”

“Constantino,” I breathed, warning him to stop.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Whimpering softly, I kept my gaze on her and moved my hips up and down on his cock, trying not to draw any attention to us in this crowded Mafia-run bar. But Constantino was so freaking big.

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