Page 121 of Mafie Trials

She straddles my lap again, grabbing the bottle of wine. Her warm heat surrounds me, but I don’t know what she’s about to do with the wine.

“I forgot the glasses,” I say again. The shame of not being fully prepared laces my words.

“Tell me, Batman, where was your marker with spit play?”

A shiver races down my spine as it clicks what she’s thinking. “Green.”

“In that case, I don’t think you forgot anything.” She grabs my jaw. “Open.”

I do as she commands, even though the Dominant in me wants to flip us over and pin her down. Except, I want to see what happens when I give her the reins—if only for a minute or two.

She puts the bottle to her lips and I cringe internally. The only reason I was able to drink from the bottle before was because so many people were watching me. Here and now, the thought makes me actually want to vomit.

Yet, when she takes a swig and holds it in, then leans over my open mouth, letting the wine fall from her lips onto my waiting tongue, a guttural moan escapes me.

The taste of her saliva mixed with the oaky wine I love so much coats my tongue, and I can’t help but dig my fingers into her hips and pull her closer to me. Her thin dress slips up. It’s at that exact moment that I realize she’s not wearing anything underneath.

Her taut nipples press against my chest through the thin fabric at the same moment her dripping center skates over the exposed side of my cock. My hips buck up into her, only to be met with resistance from the last piece of clothing I’m in.

She leans back to take another swig and swallows, then fills her mouth again. Her lips meet mine in a kiss, and I’m sucking what she has in her mouth into mine. It’s so unbelievably dirty and sexy. I’m torn between taking us back to the house for a shower and fucking her right here.

This wasn’t what I had planned for her though. I had a sweet date where we actually ate and talked. Not just sex. Even though I did plan for that in the end. I guess we are just going to have to mix things up. I don’t enjoy my plans changing, but I don’t want her to stop. So, instead of telling her no, I take back control.

Fisting my hand in her hair, I yank back, pulling her lips from mine. Evie’s big, glassy eyes, with her pupils blown wide, look back at me. I take the bottle from her and pour it down her neck only for me to lap it back up.

She moans as my lips skate down her body, sucking, licking, and nipping with my teeth. Pulling off her dress, I set it carefully over the basket. The moment she’s bare, I pour more wine down her body and chase it all the way down to the peak of her nipple with my tongue.

“Fuck yes,” she breathes as I suck her into my mouth. She rocks her hips over me, chasing her pleasure. The tension is captivating, so much so that I’m afraid I might blow before I stick my cock inside of her, and that will simply not do.

In an instant, I have us flipped and lay her on her back, carefully lowering her head so that it doesn’t hit the rocks the same way her back just did. The blanket took some of the blow, but I can see it didn’t take it all from how she tries to arch off of the ground.

“I thought you liked a little pain, Princess.”

A challenge flares in her eyes, and I crush our lips together again, setting the bottle above her head for later. I work my way down her body, kissing and sucking away any trace remnants of the wine left there and when I reach her dripping center, I pause.

“I want to hear you scream for me, Princess. Got it? I want to hear exactly how I make you feel.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her cheeks are flushed pink even in the moonlight. I’m slightly disappointed I won’t be able to see her face when she comes for me like this because of how deep I plan for my tongue to be in her pussy. I make a mental note to record this at some point so I can see the exact face she makes for me.

For now, I swipe my tongue between her folds and circle her clit slowly, torturing her in the same way she did me just moments ago when she was rocking her cunt in my lap.

Her body is writhing, pushing into me for more. But we are going at my pace. I spank the inside of her thigh, and she cries out. I suck her clit into my mouth and pop off quickly.

“Stay still and let Daddy take care of you, or you’ll get another.”

She nods, and I look down to see the skin I just slapped already turning pink right by her tattoo. I press a gentle kiss to it before going back to her pussy. I rim her walls with my tongue and her hips thrust up involuntarily. Another smack on the opposite side lands. She screams as a flood of arousal drips from her at the impact.

My Princess doesn’t just like a little pain. She craves it.

I continue feasting, keeping her on the brink for as long as I want to. She’s sweating now, her body slick under my palm as I move up to pinch her nipple, never neglecting her swollen nub. She moans and screams, obeying like such a good girl. That is, until her hands grab my head, forcing me to give her more.

I pull back instantly. Before she can register it, I land a swift slap right to her glistening clit. Shock and pleasure ripple through her and her back arches off the ground. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

I watch in rapture as she pants beneath me, then I land another smack right to the same spot just before sliding two fingers into her wet pussy. The screams she lets out are of pure bliss, like a symphony of pleasure.

Evie’s pussy grips my fingers like a vise as I pump in and out of her, dragging out the pleasure while my eyes drink in every second of her orgasm. As she comes down, her breathing starts to slow. Then, she looks me right in the eyes.

“Fuck me, Daddy, please?”

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