Page 82 of My Mafia Queen

She taps her bag, her eyes on my erection. Her fingers go around my dick, her hair covering her face.

With confidence, she tucks it all over one shoulder so I can have a perfect view of her tilting her face and inching closer to my hard flesh.

Her earrings dangle, glinting in the dimness while she props her hand against my seat, runs the other up my length, and lowers her mouth to my cock.

I don’t expect much from her, considering she’s a newbie.

And man, aren’t I in for a big surprise?

When her lips curl and close around the head of my erection, something snaps inside me.

Tension shoots up my spine, and my balls tingle.

What’s gotten into her?

She moves her head down, and I enter her mouth deeper.

The warm wetness in her mouth spurs more tingles and more tension. Her hands only enhance that feeling, but I doubt she’ll make me come. Yet I indulge her.

She explores me quite a bit while I split my attention between her and the road.

Luckily, my crew is behind us.

If they only knew why we were moving so slowly.

Pressing the inside of her cheeks around my hard-on, she sucks me harder, and I shudder.

She pulls me out of her mouth.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks.

“No. Keep doing it.”

She takes me into her mouth again, and I get stiff in my seat, trying not to give in to my need to fuck her face and finish.

She pulls me out again, the tip of my erection wet from her mouth and pre-cum.

“Am I doing it right?” she asks, holding me with one hand and spreading her spit down to my balls.

I slow the car, put the hazard lights on, and come to a stop on the side of the road. Let’s hope none of my men get the wrong idea and come checking on me.

“Have I stopped you?” I ask while she massages my cock, and I look in the rearview mirror again, making sure no one approaches us.

“No.”

“Then you’re doing good.”

I open my legs even more to ease some of the tension and watch her swallow half of my hardness before moving her head up and down.

She’s still very careful how she touches me, but even without much experience, she sets my flesh ablaze.

My hand goes to the back of her head, and I guide her moves. She seems to appreciate that while I enjoy the pleasure swirling in my groin.

Her face will be red like ripe strawberries, and her lips will look like she’s been stung by a bee by the time we enter Vadim’s casino.

So fucking be it.

My problem is with my pants.

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