Page 71 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

Enzo’s gaze locks with mine, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “You want to see my pretty dick, angel?”

I nod, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. His finger slips into my mouth, and I suck on it, my eyes never leaving his.

Jax lowers Enzo’s pants, and his heavy cock falls free, brushing against my exposed core. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I gasp, my body trembling.

Jax’s hand wraps around Enzo, stroking him slowly as his lips trail over Enzo’s shoulders. With a wicked grin, Jax slaps Enzo’s cock against my clit, the rhythm teasing and torturous. Each tap sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, and my legs twitch involuntarily.

Enzo’s grip on my jaw tightens, his pupils blown wide as he groans. “We’re going to taste so fucking good together.”

Turning to face Jax, Enzo commands, “Sit.” Jax immediately obeys, sinking into the chair and pulling Enzo’s cock into his mouth. His movements are eager, his head bobbing as he takes Enzo in deeply, eliciting another moan.

“Can you taste her pussy on me, baby?” Enzo asks, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Jax pauses long enough to hum an answer, but Enzo doesn’t let him linger. He pulls back, stepping aside and gesturing for Jax to move closer to me.

“Taste her for yourself,” Enzo says, his voice low and deliberate.

Jax’s eyes darken as he reaches for the spoon of warm caramel. Holding my gaze, he lets the syrup drip onto my center, the warmth spreading over my sensitive skin. The first touch of his tongue is slow, deliberate, and utterly maddening. He keeps his eyes on mine, the heat in his stare making my breath hitch.

Stars dance behind my closed eyelids as Jax’s tongue swirls around my clit, his movements purposeful and reverent. My pulse thrums in time with his strokes, the pleasure building with each passing second.

“She’s sweet, isn’t she?” Enzo murmurs, lowering the strap of my nightgown to expose one breast. He picks up a partially frozen peach slice from the platter and presses it against my nipple. The cold shock makes me gasp, and he immediately soothes the sensitive skin with his warm mouth.

Jax’s worshipful attention on my pussy combined with Enzo’s skilled ministrations to my breast sends me spiraling. My moans fill the room, unrestrained and desperate. I feel like I’m on the edge of falling into the best pleasure of my life.

Enzo shifts his attention from my breast to my other nipple, his mouth warm and wet as he licks and sucks. The frozen peach slice drips slightly against my skin, the cold trailing down to where Jax’s tongue is working magic. The sensations collide, a heady mix of heat and chill that leaves me trembling.

Jax pauses just long enough to whisper against my skin, “So fucking sweet, Peach.” His voice is rough, reverent, and it sends another wave of arousal crashing over me.

Enzo straightens, watching Jax as he devours me. His gray eyes darken, the intensity of his gaze making my breath catch. He reaches into his pocket, retrieving a bottle of lube and squeezing a small amount onto his palm. With deliberate movements, he strokes himself, his head falling back as he exhales sharply.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” Enzo says, his voice thick with desire. “Spread out for us, taking every touch we give you.”

Jax lifts his head, his lips glistening as he grins up at Enzo. “She’s fucking perfect,” he says, his fingers sliding inside me with ease. My back arches off the table as he curls them just right, hitting that spot that makes me see stars.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, the words spilling from me without thought. My hands tug against the cuffs securing me to the bar, desperate for something to hold onto.

Enzo chuckles low in his throat. “She’s so eager, isn’t she?” His tone is teasing, but the hunger in his eyes is undeniable.

“Fuck.” Enzo opens his mouth and exhales his pleasure. Fisting Jax’s hair again, Enzo pulls him off me, and I complain.

“You want his mouth back, angel?” Enzo asks but doesn’t wait for my answer. He licks Jax’s lips and then kisses him deeply, still sliding his hand along his cock. “Let’s cool your little Peach down first. Then I’ll let you have your dessert back.” Enzo nods to the plate, and Jax takes a frozen slice of fruit.

I anticipate it on my pussy, but the intensity of it touching me wrenches a pleasured yelp. He rubs it around me, and I move my hips, only to have Jax stop and hold me still with one hand. “Don’t move, Peach.”

He keeps his grip on me and watches me while he rubs the frozen peach around my clit. He’s going to fucking make me come with it, and one side of his mouth lifts when he sees I realize it. “Yeah, you’re going to come for us, Dels. So fucking much.” Within seconds, the orgasm washes over me in warm waves. I arch my back at the intensity, heightened by the cream Enzo prepared me with.

“Goddamn, that’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever watched.” Jax makes sure to run the cold peach slowly up my slit, making my legs twitch when he flicks it on my throbbing clit. He feeds the peach, covered in my juices, to Enzo, who makes sure to suck Jax’s fingers as he takes it.

“Fuck, she tastes sweeter than I thought she ever could,” Enzo says, chewing the peach and swallowing it, then leaning down to kiss Jax. “Are you ready to have some cream with your peach?” Enzo bites Jax’s lip, tugging on it.

Jax whimpers his answer and I nearly lose it at the sound.

“Give me your fingers.” Enzo grabs the lube and drips it onto three of Jax’s fingers. “Now get your mouth on her cunt and show me how badly you want to taste us.” Enzo fists Jax’s hair and pushes his face to my pussy.

Jax eats like he’s been starving for a month. I call out… for anyone. Jax. Enzo. God.

Enzo pumps his hand along his cock, watching Jax and my face. “Don’t come, Delaney. Not until I tell you that you can come,” he commands, panting as his arousal builds. It’s now that I realize what’s happening.

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