Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

My eyes are on her, but hers are on the landscape.

“Are you two close?”

She shakes her head. “Cassi’s really the only family I have. What about you?”

My jaw sets, eyes flying to the view in front of us. This is not the time or the place to talk about me. That is not why we are here.

“I’m a closed book, sweetheart.”

I set my champagne down on a side table and turn to face her. Just like that, our ‘get to know each other’ session is done. This is what we came here for.

I slide out of my jacket and toss it on the floor.

“Getting straight to it, huh?” She smirks.

“I wanted to get straight to it in that fucking booth,” I growl. “I feel like I should reimburse you for that dress, though.”

“Why?” The vein on the side of her neck is pulsing, and her pupils are dilated as her chest rises and falls at a faster pace.

“Because I very much want to tear it off you.”

“This old thing?” She glances down at herself, fighting a smile as she tugs on the hem, shimmying her body a little. Her breasts bounce, and she glances up at me, whimpering as her eyes meet mine.

I’m burning for her.

Her lips parts as if she is about to say something, but I cross the distance between us, my hands tangling in her soft curls as I crash my lips to hers.

I devour her, and she melts against me, moaning.

God, that sound shoots straight through me.

My right hand moves to her waist and guides us until she’s pressed up against the window. I only break the kiss long enough to take her champagne glass and toss it aside, spilling the contents all over the carpet before devouring her mouth once more.

Tracing my tongue along her lower lip, I ask to be let in, and she lets me explore her. I’m greedy, taking everything she offers. And just like that, I’m addicted.

She holds my shirt and pulls me closer against her, my thigh moving between hers, finding her blazing.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I want her to grind up against me, know exactly how bad she wants me.

Gasping for air, she lets her head fall back against the glass, and I go for her jaw, her neck, kissing, biting, sucking. Marking. Claiming. Even if just for tonight.

“Would you like this better, Lila?” I move to stand fully between her legs.

Her dress has ridden up almost to her waist, and I lean in once more, blowing gently to tickle her skin, reveling on the shiver that makes her tremble in my arms.

“How do you like it, Lila?”

Her breath catches as my hips grind into her, forcing her to feel just what she does to me. My hardness against her heated center, with only her panties keeping me from getting drenched by her.

“I… I…”

“Don’t make me ask you again.” I run my tongue along her neck.

She arches beautifully against me, her hips lifting, a moan escaping her lips as my erection grazes her clit.

“Hard,” she gasps, gripping onto his shoulders.

“That’s what I thought.”

She bites her lower lip as I grind my hips, and I curse fact that I want to be the one biting those full lips over and over again. Not just for tonight, but for as long as she’ll let me.

But that’s not what this is about. We are helping each other tonight. After this, we are done.

“Oh god,” she gasps.

“I haven’t even gotten started yet, princess.” I chuckle before stepping away from her.

Her chest heaves, nipples peaking beneath her dress, and she has all the telltale signs of a wet pussy if that darker spot on her panties is any indication.

I want to see her. All of her.

“Take off your dress.”

Not needing to be told twice, she reaches for the thin spaghetti straps and pulls them down over her shoulders. My eyes follow every minute movement as I picture my mouth and my tongue following her hands as she slowly shimmies the material down her body until her breasts are exposed, heavy and calling for me.

Her thighs clench together when I lick my lips, and I growl.

I want to taste all of her. Kiss, lick, bite every inch of her skin.

And I will. Later. For now, I want a show. “Keep going.”

Her dress gathers around her hips and she wiggles to get the tight material over her amazing curves.

A low moan escapes me as it eventually it falls to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a red lace thong and heels.

Beautiful.

“Were you planning on giving gamer boy a heart attack?” I shake my head. “He wouldn’t have known what to do with you.”

“Good thing you were around,” she murmurs, her eyes trailing down my body, lingering on the bulge in my pants.

Her foot starts to lift off the floor.

If she comes near me, I’ll lose it. So, I hold up a hand to stop her.

“Stay right where you are.”

I take a deep breath, centering myself before stalking over to her, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt as I go.

As I get in front of her and kneel, her eyes widen.

A smirk blooms in my face as I dip my fingers into the waistband of her lace panties.

“Right here?” she gasps, glancing over her shoulder at the city below.

“Right here.”

I pulling her panties down her thighs until they pool around her ankles. She smells delicious.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

She does as she’s told, her cheeks glowing an adorable shade of pink right before my eyes descend over her body to her glistening pussy.

My tongue darts out to moisten my lips.

“I think we’ll keep the shoes on.”

She is a vision.

I lean in and run my tongue along her wet folds.

She cries out, her hands sinking into my hair, the prickling of pain only adding to the pleasure of the moment.

I chuckle.

She is delicious all over.

Fuck. I could get addicted to her so easily. Part of me wonders if I’m not already.

I blow a gentle breath to tickle her sensitive flesh, and the goosebumps that erupt on her skin make me do it all over again before letting my tongue flick over her clit.

Her entire body shudders, and her head falls back to the glass.

I don’t care in the slightest if the whole of Manhattan sees me pleasure the most gorgeous woman on the planet. I want them to know she is mine. All mine. I’m the one making her feel this wanton.

Even if it is just for tonight.

I take it slow. Painfully slow. Exploring her pussy as if I has all the time in the world.

I want to torture her, but it’s fucking for me too.

I lick and suck and nip until I find just the right way to slowly lick the length of her core before flicking out her clit to have her writhing under my touch.

She is my instrument, and I’m the maestro bringing this show to its crescendo.

“I’ve got you.” I take one of her thighs, putting it over my shoulder, my hands moving to cup her ass before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking. Hard.

She moans so loud I swear the entire building shakes, but I don’t care.

Her taste on my tongue is the purest ambrosia I ever tasted. And the feel of her in my hands, her weight, her touch are driving me nuts.

As I look up to her face, her eyes are on me and shining with unshed tears.

“More,” she gasps.

I’m more than happy to oblige, moving a hand to stroke up her thigh before running my index finger through the wetness pooled between them, teasing her entrance.

“Please,” she whimpers. And it goes right to my cock.

I suck her clit once more as I push one finger inside her.

Her hips buck, and she moans, grinding against my hand as I start pumping it in and out. Fuck, if my finger feels this tight, what’s my cock going to feel like?

At the thought of her squeezing me as I fuck her, I moan, increasing the pace.

When her hips keep up with me, I add another finger, stretching her so beautifully.

The flutter around my finger can only mean one thing. She is close.

Her breasts look tight and heavy, and I’m mesmerized as her left hand trails up her stomach until she’s cupping her own breast, pinching the hard nipple.

“Fuck, Lila.”

Her eyes clash with mine and I groan against her.

Suddenly, I’m ravenous, and nothing but the taste of her on my tongue will do, so I start lapping greedily at her pussy.

“So…close,” she gasps.

“Keep your eyes on me.” I nip her inner thigh before circling her clit with my tongue.

Her legs are shaking in my hands, and when I curl my fingers inside her, grazing that sweet spot, her body seems to give out.

I know the orgasm hits her hard by how loud she cries out my fucking name as I continue to pump my fingers inside her, my eyes never leaving hers.

Mesmerizing. Hypnotic. Addicting.

She clings to my shoulders, trying to keep herself upright, her breathy pants the only sound as she comes down from the high.

With one last kiss to her sensitive flesh, I slowly pull my fingers out of her and climb to my feet, my body towering over her as I take her gorgeous face in my hands.

“So beautiful.” The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I reach down and lift her off the ground and into my arms where she fits as if she was made to live here.

She squeals, wrapping her bare legs around my waist as I carry her to the master bedroom, my fingers digging into her delicious ass.

“That was amazing,” she sighs, resting her head on my shoulder.

I chuckle and growl, “Baby, that was only the entrée.”