Page 84 of My Mafia Queen

He is so fucking hot that I hurriedly slide the straps of my dress down and roll the top with them to my waist so he doesn’t stain it.

Before sucking him again, I wind my arm around his neck and crush my lips against his mouth while stroking him with my hand.

“Wrong move, baby…” he rasps against my lips, sliding his hand up my skirt, pulling my panties to the side, and sliding two fingers into me.

He thrusts them into me and rhythmically moves them back and forth while pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I moan.

He groans.

The tip of his erection is wet.

“You had your chance to finish me,” he says, tense when I move erratically, and he slides his chair back, rips my panties off, and makes me straddle him so he can fill me up.

We are so worked up that I slide down and rock my hips only a few times before I feel him throbbing and stiffening in his seat, and we both reach that high before shuddering in pleasure.

My dress is bunched up around my waist, and his tuxedo pants are curled around his ankles.

His warm release drips down his length and onto his seat while I press my hands into his headrest and watch him close his eyes and fully enjoy the pleasure.

His hands are latched onto my chest as he still squeezes my breasts, giving me pain, while his hard shaft throbs inside my body.

He opens his eyes and gives me a knowing smile.

We’re hooked on each other, and we’ve made a fucking mess.

16

DAMASO

Somehow,we’ve made it without any of my men asking one damn question about why we’ve stopped along the way.

In fact, as soon as we put our clothes on and continued our trip, things went back to normal as if we hadn’t made a stop for her to suck my cock and me to feel her clench around me.

We enter the hotel through a side door and go straight to the VIP rooms.

“How do I look?” she asks, struggling to keep up the pace with me.

Holding her hand, I dip my gaze.

“You look fantastic,” I say.

Other than not having her panties on, there’s nothing wrong with her appearance. She’s spent some time in the car applying her lipstick and making sure her hair looked all right.

And now she looks like she’s never had her head pressed to my groin, her mouth filled with my erection, and her dress crumpled around her waist.

I glance at her as we walk into a corridor followed by ten of my men.

None of them lifted an eyebrow when we pulled up in front of the casino. They looked at us as if nothing happened.

Although a lot had happened in our car.

My gaze goes down, and my mouth waters at the thought that I’d have her breasts pressed against my lips at some point this evening.

Discreetly, I adjust myself as we round the corner.

I’m trying to ease the tension in my bulge and also get myself into the right headspace.

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