Page 22 of My Mafia Daddy

She doesn’t answer. She’s too busy with her teeth plunged into me.

With my heart pounding, I finally gather myself up to fuck her the way I promised. I plunge in deep, her tight walls stretching around me.

She parts her thighs wide, allowing me to fuck her hard. I hold her legs in place while I thrust into her endlessly, growing dizzier with every passing moment.

I’m rough with her body, spanking her whenever I get the chance to. I want to see how far I can push this woman. I want to see if I can send her insane.

But each rough thrust seems to drive her more wild.

She’s care free, she’s nuts, she’s crazy, thrashing about and I love it.

I push up onto my knees, continuing to fuck her while I take her throbbing clit between my fingers. I graze it, gently at first, watching her face crumble.

But as soon as I see her lose her fucking mind, I know what she wants.

I pick up the pace, rubbing her hard and fast, pinching her a little until I feel the tension flood through her body.

Emma’s toes curl, her spine stiffens, she stops breathing.

“Cum for me, baby,” I murmur, edging her along. “I need to feel you.”

The moment is coming, and I can’t wait for it.

“Oh shit, fucking hell!” she cries out as her body collapses, throbbing and shuddering all over.

I grip onto her, trying to let her know that she isn’t alone in this.

Caring for her, looking after her, and being sweet with her is vital after a rough session like that.

Not just for her, but for me too.

But before I can do anything kind, my fingers lose their grip on Emma. I erupt like a fucking volcano, crying out expletives as my head swims in a gorgeous, delicious sensation. Her pussy walls contract around me, coaxing the pleasure from me. I can’t fight it. Not that I want to fight it. This is absolutely wonderful.

“Fill me up, Owen,” Emma gushes, her words like music to my ears. “I want all of you, I want to feel your seed inside of me.”

Fuck, it feels like this moment is never going to end.

I don’t think I haveeverfelt like this before.

“Keep cumming, Owen, I need it. I need it so bad.”

No one has ever made me cum so hard.

Those words only make it so much more intense.

Eventually, after what felt like a lifetime, I unlock the cuffs with the keys on the night stand. Emma and I then collapse into one another’s arms, kissing and caressing, focusing on aftercare.

Not that I can focus on anything.

My head isswimming, drowning in Emma.

There is something special about this woman, and not just because she’s the first person I haven’t had to hold back with.

She’s precious, and now that we’ve stepped over that line, blurring the boundaries, I know I’m in trouble. This is against my profession, against everything I stand for.

Yet, I couldn’t stop myself.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop myself around her.

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