Page 82 of Mob Queen

I swing the brush again and spank the top of her thighs, then spin the brush and paddle her untouched ass cheek. Her rosy backside is beautiful. “This looks good enough to eat.” I smooth my hand over her crimson skin, bend and bite her ass so hard I draw blood. “Does it hurt?” I ask when I straighten.

“It hurts so much.” I slip two fingers into her pussy and she clamps onto them. She’s so wet, and horny.

I remove my fingers, and spank her ass cheeks numerous more times while turning the hair brush so she’s getting the smooth side, and the bristly side. I stop and caress her blistering skin, giving Frankie a moment of reprieve. “Your submission is frankly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I spank her with my hand causing Frankie to release a cry.

I step in behind her and bury myself in her wet pussy. She instantly accepts me and pushes back. With the hair brush, I run it up and down along her back. The bristles redden and mark her skin. My hips pound into Frankie while I continue to scrape the brush on her back. She jerks forward and begins to tremble. Her orgasm is fierce, yet silent. I drop the brush, grip her hips and fuck her until my own orgasm tears through my body. I pull out and swing Frankie around.

Her quivering body falls into my arms. Frankie’s features are soft and calm. “Thank you,” I whisper as I hold her under the water.

“For what?” she asks with a croaky voice.

“For trusting me with your body.” I turn the water off and grab a towel to dry Frankie. Although she’s still shaking, I make quick work of drying her body and towel drying her hair before I lead her over to the bed.

She sits on the edge, and allows me to lay her down and the slide in behind her. “You’ve so screwed my hair, you know that, right?”

And just like that, she’s back to her normal self.

“Shut up and go to sleep because in the morning, you’re fucking me with your mouth.” I spoon into Frankie, tightening my arms protectively around her.

“If you’re a good boy, maybe.”

Yep, Frankie DeLuca, ruthless mob boss is back.

I can’t help but smile because something feels so right about doing the wrong thing. Frankie could kill me without a second thought, and it makes me feel alive.

I’m in so much trouble.

Chapter 26

Frankie

My eyes open and I can feel Miller screwing me. “What are you doing?” I say as I look over my shoulder at him. My leg is up over his hips, and he’s pumping into me.

“I woke up hard.”

“And how do you know I wanted to be fucked?”

“Because you were wet.”

“And you knew I was wet, how?”

“You were wet while I finger fucked you.”

“Why were your fingers inside me?”

“Because I woke up hard,” he repeats as he keeps pumping into me.

“So, this is about you, is it?”

“Shut up and let me finish.”

He pinches my nipples between his fingers and a moan tears through me. “Didn’t you say you wanted me to suck you this morning?”

Miller stops with his cock still inside me. “I won’t stop you.”

I push my butt toward him. “Nor will I. But you’d better make me come.”

He continues fucking me, his balls hitting up against my ass while he pinches and rolls my nipple between his fingers. I snake my hand down between my legs and rub at my sensitive clit, bringing myself to the edge. Miller grunts and groans, then stops. “Thanks.” He kisses my shoulder and pulls out of me, leaving me wet and on the edge.