Page 43 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

His thick finger runs up the lips of my bare pussy, and my eyes roll back at his touch.

He fists my hair, pulling me out of the pleasure. “You fucking brat.” His lips dominate mine, his tongue commanding me to open for him. He digs his fingers into the fleshy part of my hip, then pulls away. Sliding me off the counter, he spins me around, pushing me over and lifting my dress.

Oh, fuck yes.

He unzips his pants and takes his cock out, sliding it between my legs while his hand rubs my ass. Slowly, he pistons his hips, covering his dick with my arousal. He kicks my feet wider, positioning my hips where he wants them, keeping one hand on my back to force my chest flat against the counter. The biting cold of the marble makes my nipples pebble.

“You like to fucking make me a madman for you, don’t you, Delaney?” he asks, rubbing my ass cheek, keeping me in anticipation.

“Yes,” I pant.

He leans down, placing kisses where he’s about to strike, and I whimper for it. Sitting back up, the head of his cock slides against my clit, and my leg starts shaking.

“Did you get wet when I said you were getting a spanking earlier?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

I feel the wind from his hand a split second before the smack lands on my cheek, making me yelp as my pussy tightens.

“Let me hear you, baby.” He rubs my ass where it’s warming from the impact, and it tingles so good. I need more. “Did I make you wet?”

“Yes,” I manage, my voice nice and loud.

“Good girl.” He kneads my cheek, then reaches around to circle my clit. My mouth drops open, and I release an exhale of pleasure. “And you danced with that old motherfucker while your cunt was weeping for me?”

SMACK!

“Yes.”

SMACK!

“With your bare pussy, soaked under this short fucking dress I picked out for you?”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, unable to answer over the throbbing of my clit.

“Words, baby. Use your words.” His hand massages my cheek, then slides between my legs, finding how wet I am. He plunges two fingers into me as his other hand collides with my left cheek. “Tell me.”

“Yes, yes,” I breathe as he pumps his fingers into me. “I was soaking fucking wet for you with no panties on. And you know what?” I try to sit up and look at him, but he pushes me back down again, the hand in my pussy leaving me empty, and I want to cry over it.

“Be fucking careful with your words, angel.”

SMACK!

He leans down, pulling my hair to raise my head. His cock slides back between my legs as he moves his pelvis against me. “Now, tell me.”

“He moved his hand down just enough to know I had no panties on.” I bite my lip, knowing what I’ve unleashed upon myself—and I fucking need it.

He straightens, keeping my hair in his grip and his cock moving between my legs.

SMACK!

SMACK!

“You’re fucking mine.”

SMACK!

“Do you hear me, baby? You fucking belong to me.”

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