Page 56 of Entangled Mafia Princess

“I have an IUD, so don’t worry, I won’t be having your baby.”

I hadn’t planned on having intercourse with her, but her pussy is awfully tantalizing right now, and her blowjob was pretty effective at getting me turned on.

“What’re you waiting for? Fuck me already, Sir,” she all but dared.

I spank her hard then pinch and grind her clit between my thumb and forefinger. “Stop trying to top from the bottom. If you want my cock inside you, beg. Bed hard.”

“Please, Sir, please fuck me. Your little slut got a taste of cock in her mouth, now her pussy wants a taste too. I need you to fuck me and teach me a lesson.”

“What kind of lesson do you need?”

“I need to learn to be a better sub, a better whore for her Master.”

“Are you saying you’re not a good enough whore?”

“Not yet, that’s why I need you to fuck me, to punish me with your cock. Use and abuse me, Sir. Show me you’re a Master to your bad little slut.”

Her words heat my blood. “Sounds like you need a hard fucking.”

“Yes, I do, Sir.”

“This could get painful.”

“Make it hurt, Sir.”

At that, I position myself at her pussy and sink into her. She lets out a sharp gasp, then groans as I slide further into her. She feels good—though I haven’t come across pussy that doesn’t—and I give my own satisfied groan when her pussy embraces me. Starting her off easy, I roll my hips slowly and thoroughly.

She murmurs, “Mmmmm.”

Grabbing her hips, I shove myself a little harder. She softly grunts. I stab deeper. She cries out. I make her cry out several more times, then fall back to a gentle thrusting, the lull before the storm. She moans in pleasure till, without warning, I start pounding into her ruthlessly. She asked for it. I’m delivering.

There’s nothing but cries now as I drill into her like I’m going to fuck her into the next room. In the mirror across from us, I see that she’s gritting her teeth. What sounds like a half gasp, half wail escapes through them. Her fingers curl white-knuckled into her palms. Her head jerks about like a ragdoll on a bumpy roller coaster. The nipple clamps swing like crazy.

I slow down. “That hard enough for you, princess?”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.

I slam into her.

“Shit!” she cries.

I resume my pounding, half expecting her to use her safe word, but all she says is, “shit, shit…shit!” I continue my fast and furious pace until she sounds like she’s sobbing.

I pause. “Need your safe word, princess?”

“No, Sir.”

Damn. She’s tougher than I expected. To reward her, I reach a hand underneath to stroke her clitoris. She purrs. The flexing of her pussy is enough to make me climax, but I withhold myself.

“Can I come, Sir?” she asks.

“Yes,” I answer because I want to feel her coming around my cock.

I fondle her till she explodes. The spasming of her pussy threatens to send me over the edge, but I resist the urge.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says after she’s done jerking and shivering.

I pull out of her and walk over to her head. As soon as I place the tip of my cock at her lips, she sucks me in.

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