Page 19 of Mafia Daddy

I pause to catch my breath and adjust to this new sensation, while Carlo tangles his fingers in my hair as he lets out a low groan. I grow more confident with each bop of my head on his sturdy rod, finding the perfect angle and speed to make him close his eyes and hiss.

As I take him in all the way, he lets out a guttural moan, the sound sending shockwaves through me. He holds my head down for a moment, my lips stretched wide, and I savor his taste. Gently, he takes a fistful of my hair in his hand then begins to move my head up and down his staff, making me take him in as deep as I can.

I run my tongue along the underside of his cock to the tip of his cap, his muscles tensing as I tease him with my tongue relentlessly. His fingers tug my hair as he tries to guide me, to show me what he wants and how he wants it.

As he nears the edge, he lets out a loud moan, his grip on my hair tightening as he loses the last of his control. “Fuck, Cara,” he grunts. “That feels so good, baby.”

Hearing him moan my name made me not want to stop. I redouble my efforts, my mouth working furiously as drool leaked from the corners of my stuffed mouth and dripped down my chin.

The pleasure is for him, but every groan and slide of his cock in and out of my mouth sends throbbing pulses between my legs like the pleasure is meant for me. I almost give in, but I can't let myself get lost in the moment. This one’s for him.

“I knew you could take it,” he growls out, his words a hoarse whisper. “Every inch, just like that. You’re amazing, little girl.”

The ache between my legs is now unbearable, a constant throb that seems to grow stronger. I need release, and I need it now. I shift my position, my hips gyrating as I grind my already engorged clit against his leg. His bare skin is pressed against my sensitive button, sending delicious waves of pleasure throughout my whole body.

I moan, my mouth still filled with his cock. His taste makes me heady.

From the way a muscle ticks in his jaw, I know he’s close to the edge. I increase the pace of my grinding, my body moving in a desperate frenzy.

"Fuck," he groans, his fingers still clenching my hair. "You're so fucking sexy."

I can feel his orgasm mounting, his cock growing even harder in my mouth. I continue to grind against him, the pressure on my clit becoming almost too much to bear.

"I can feel how wet your cunt is," he says breathlessly, pulling my head away from him and putting a hand under my chin so I’m staring up at him. "Does this turn you on, princess? Grinding against my leg while you choke on my cock?"

He puts his thick girth back in my mouth without waiting for an answer, and I can only moan in response, my eyes raised to meet his. He already knows how much I love it when he’s rough and when he takes what he wants without mercy.

Without warning, he pulls me off him and lifts me in a fluid motion, pressing me against the cool glass of the hotel window. My dress straps fell down my shoulders, and my breasts are bare to his lustful gaze.

The swiftness of his movement makes me gasp in shock, and the sensation of the cool glass against my skin makes heat pool at my apex.

Carlo yanks my dress up with one hand, the other hooking in the waistband of my underwear. "When you come for me princess," he growls, "it'll be with my cock inside your pussy, not your throat."

Suddenly I hear a sharp tear, and I see my lace underwear being ripped away from under me. In a moment, Carlo is deep inside me, and he gives me no time to adjust to his size before he starts pounding me with a force that takes my breath away.

I cry out, the sound echoing through the hotel room as Carlo fucks me with careless abandon. A release builds up inside me, spots dancing before my eyes.

He rocks his hips forward, and my nerve endings crackle with sparks. It doesn’t take long before I’m hit by waves of pleasure that start from my core and spread through my whole body, consuming me completely.

My tits are pressed against the cool, fogged glass, a barrier between us and the world outside. The tinted glass shields us from the wary eyes of passersby, but the thrill of being seen only makes everything more intense and exciting.

Carlo's savage thrusts ram me like a tidal wave, leaving my thoughts in a jumbled mess. He’s like a man possessed, fueled by raw lust and animalistic desire.

I stand on my tiptoes, straining to take him deeper inside of me.

"Carlo, please," I beg, my voice husky with need. "I need...I'm going to..." but I can't bring myself to finish my sentence. The sensations are too overwhelming, and he reaches around to stroke my clit, pushing me further towards the brink.

"Once...twice..." he murmurs, the words like fuel adding to the fire burning inside me.

"Just enough to make you ache, but not enough to break your leash."

My moans turn into sobs as I beg for release. His grip on my hips tightens, and his lips find their way to my neck. He nips at my skin, sending shockwaves through my body.

"Do you want to come, little girl?" Carlo whispers in my ear.

"Yes, Daddy," I sob, my body trembling with the force of pent-up desire. "Please. I want to come. Make me come, Daddy."

His fingers dance along my skin, leaving trails of fire wherever they go. He knows just how to push my buttons.

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