Page 56 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

I pull back with a pop, releasing Enzo’s cock. “I think our good boy deserves another finger.” I run my tongue along his shaft. “Do you want another, Enzo?”

“Yes,” he gasps.

Jax withdraws his finger, teasing him. “Say please.”

“Yes, please. I want another,” Enzo pleads, his voice hoarse.

“So good for us.” I take him back into my mouth, my teeth gently grazing his skin as Jax rewards him with a second finger.

We work him slowly, building his pleasure in waves without letting him crest. Jax sucks on Enzo’s nipple while his cock brushes the back of my throat, drawing soft, desperate noises from him.

“Do you like our queen on her knees for you?” Jax adjusts his fingers, hitting a spot that makes Enzo moan.

“Yes. She feels so good on my cock,” Enzo murmurs, his hands curling into fists. He’s holding back, letting us keep control of his pleasure.

“Are you starving for my dick, Enzo?” Jax’s teeth graze Enzo’s neck as I nip at the head of his cock.

“Fuck, please,” Enzo pants, his voice trembling with need.

Jax slicks his cock with lube, positioning himself behind Enzo. “Hands on the wall,” he commands, teasing Enzo with the head of his dick. Slowly, he pushes inside, drawing a guttural groan from Enzo.

“I love fucking your ass, Enzo.” Jax moves with long, deliberate strokes, his pace matching my mouth’s rhythm. “You’re so tight.” His hand smacks Enzo’s cheek, and we both pick up our pace.

I squeeze Enzo’s cock as I suck him harder, my teeth grazing him lightly. His moans grow louder, his pleasure building.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum because I know you’re a slut for it, aren’t you?” Jax’s thrusts grow sharper, his voice rough.

“Yes. I love it,” Enzo cries, his voice breaking.

I take him deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat as I work my tongue and jaw in tandem. My fingers find my clit, circling it as my arousal pools low in my belly.

“She’s fucking herself while she sucks you,” Jax growls, his hips snapping into Enzo. “Do you want to come now, Enzo?”

Enzo nods, unable to form words.

“Don’t come until Delaney does,” Jax commands, his tone firm. Enzo groans, his body trembling as he holds back his release.

“You’re doing so good for us, Enzo. Such a good boy. I think I’ll fuck you again,” Jax teases, his voice dripping with promise.

“Yes,” Enzo gasps, his hands flattening against the wall. He’s on the edge, waiting for permission.

I thrust my hips harder against my hand, the pressure on my clit building to a breaking point. My orgasm crashes over me, my cries muffled as I suck Enzo’s cock. The sound of my pleasure pushes him over the edge.

Jax pounds into him, his own climax shattering as Enzo’s release floods my mouth. I drink it down, savoring every pulse of his orgasm. As the tension leaves my body, I grip his hips, pressing my face to his pelvis, showing him how deeply he’s buried in my throat.

“Christ, Delaney,” Enzo huffs, his body sagging against the wall. He turns, leaning his forehead against Jax’s.

“You’re so perfect,” Jax murmurs, kissing Enzo tenderly before pulling out of him.

I rise slowly, placing a soft kiss on the tip of Enzo’s cock before standing.

“But we’re not finished with you yet,” Jax says, his gaze flicking to me with hunger. He turns off the water, pulling me to him. My back presses to his chest as Enzo’s lips find my neck. Their hands roam my body, reigniting the fire in my veins.

“I want to watch you come on his face, Peach,” Jax murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear as his hands slide down my waist as he looks to Enzo. “And I’m going to fuck you again while I watch you suffocate on her cunt.”

Enzo nods with a breathy exhale, his cock still hard against my hip. He lifts me effortlessly, cradling me in his strong arms. Our mouths meet immediately, hungry and desperate, as he carries me out of the bathroom. His hands grip my ass firmly, teasing me as the head of his cock brushes against my wet folds.

I pull back slightly, meeting his gaze with a sly smile. “You know Jax didn’t tell you to fuck me, right?” My tone is teasing, but my grip on his hair tightens, a silent warning.

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