Page 80 of Powerful Deception

Her eyes are wide for a second before they go back to looking hooded and ready for whatever I want to do to her.

She gives me a nod and I can’t help but grin.

I pull at her hair and hold her head steady a few inch from my body before I shift my hips and start pumping into her mouth.

Its slow at first as I pump my cock into her mouth but when I pull myself out to let her breathe, she gives me a seductive smile. One I can’t ignore so when she takes me again, I don’t hold back.

I fuck her mouth just like I told her I would.

Moans, and gags fill the room. Arianna spit along with my pre-cum that is leaking out, coats my dick and when I see her eyes get watery, I know that I’m close.

“I’m close, baby. Tap on my thigh and I won't come in this pretty mouth of yours.” I let out a groan, feeling the pressure ready to release.

Arianna doesn’t do as I say, instead she moves the one hand that lays on my thigh to my balls and gives them a hard squeeze.

That’s what pushes me over the edge and I fill her mouth with everything that I have.

My cock pulses as I drop my hold from her hair and once she swallows my load, Arianna is able to catch her breath.

Not wasting any time, I drag her body up mine and help her wipe away the tears that had escaped from my attack in her mouth. In the process, I also wipe some of the spit and cum from the corner of my lips, with my own tongue.

Without thinking, I pull her face to mine and explore every crevice of her mouth until I’m ready to go again.

“I think I owe you a work out of your own.” I say against her plump lips.

She gives me a smile, before shifting to straddle my thighs.

And I give her a workout. I work her body out until I hear the cries of my son right at five seventeen in the morning.

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“Has Helen Baker said anything else to you?” I ask Arianna as I finish up going through the menu for thanksgiving with my chef.

I wasn’t planning on making a big deal of the holiday, since that was Angelina’s job but somehow Evelyn convinced me.

If not for me but because the kids should be able to look back at pictures of how life went on without their mom.

So I conceded to a small dinner for me, the kids and Arianna, if she wants to join. Maybe she has friends or distant relatives that she wants to spend the holiday with.

Arianna shakes her head as she gives Angel, who sits in his high chair, a little car to play with.

“Not since that day. I guess my words really hit her because she can’t even look at me whenever I do pick-ups.”

I don’t tell her that it was actually my words that made her go silent.

“That’s good.” And it better stay that way, I don’t say. Actually, I wouldn’t mind paying Helen and her husband a little visit, so maybe she should run her mouth.

“Are you going to the club today?” Arianna asks, taking my mind off how I want to torture Mr. and Mrs. Baker if the time ever comes.

“Yeah, just going to do some paperwork and make sure everything is going smoothly.”

All lies.

The club is doing just fine and doesn't need me to stop by every chance that I get. If something does go wrong, one of my guys or Evelyn will call me to come in.

Telling Arianna that I’m going to the club is easier than clueing her into mafia business.

“While you’re gone, do you think that you can get me a computer charger? I’ll give you the money for it. I can’t find mine and I need to do a few things regarding my dad’s house and accounts.”

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