Page 9 of Mafia Prince's Secret Baby

“Either you take that dress off, or I’ll tear it off, and you’ll have to go home naked,” I growl, my patience wearing thin.

She chuckles, throwing her head back, strands of silky hair falling over the side of the bed. Her hands go to the hem, and she languidly pulls the material up her long, slender legs and curves.

By the time she discards the fabric completely, I’ve got my belt unbuckled, pushed my pants down, and shucked the boxer briefs.

I pump my dick slowly as I admire her. Now that I have all the time in the world to savor her. I will taste every inch of her, bare her soul to me, and I will take my time.

She looks even better than I remember. Full breasts, long torso, defined muscles in the places I know will tremble under my touch. There’s a faded scar across her bikini area, but it only makes her look even more sexy and bold. She wears a tiny set of underwear in a shade of blood orange.

“Is that for me?” I ask, my voice even. For every pull of my dick, my desire peaks, and I’m seconds away from letting control slip through my fingers.

Her breasts shake as she releases a burst of laughter.

I love the sound.

But then her throaty laughter transitions into a slow moan. I climb over her, pushing the lace of her underwear aside. I lick her slit, burying my tongue against her. With her lower lips trapped between mine, I eat her slowly. I switch my gaze from the space between her thighs, to my dick that’s throbbing for release, and her haze-covered eyes.

My balls grow painfully tight, and I look up at her face. My own orgasm is a breath away as I watch her eyes roll back, her spine arching, pushing her needy pussy closer to my lips. I hungrily accept the offer. She doesn’t complain when I tear apart her underwear.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Six years later, I’m as hungry for her as I was back then, though now she’s even sexier, with full tits and an ass that kills all rational thought. I’ve always loved a good challenge, and she’s as sassy as they get.

Fuck it.

I climb on top of her and claim her mouth, forcing her to taste herself on my tongue. Her nimble hands are on my neck, running through my hair and then resting on my pecs, nails lightly grazing the hard planes of them.

“Fuck me, Igor. Fuck me hard.”

If I was a lesser man, her words would be my undoing.

She grabs my cock and positions it at her slick opening. When I still don’t do anything but push gently, only my tip snug inside her, she wraps her hands around my neck and pushes her mouth against mine, our teeth clanking as her nails dig into my skin.

With a silent vow to savor every inch of her body another time, I thrust into her heat. I fuck her fast, hard, and deep. We’re twisting and grinding, looking for the perfect angle.

“I got you,” I growl as she lets out a needy moan, rolling her eyes to the back of her head. Every time she gets a fraction closer to the edge, I pull out. My control is wound as tight as a string. When the tension in her muscles becomes so unbearable that she yanks on my hair, tugging it hard, I know she’s ready.

Sensing the beginning of her orgasm, I pull out, grab my length, and plunge myself back to the hilt inside her. She rocks her hips against mine, rising to meet me, matching my every movement and sway. We’re both coming in waves, so long and powerful that I lose track of time as I collapse on top of her. Sweat glistens on both of our skins, and I’m not one hundred percent certain whether we can be pulled apart, not even by a crowbar. No force in the world could separate us right now. Not the police, not the government.

And especially not her brothers.

Somehow, I’m confident that I have plenty of time with her.

But my hopes are crushed the moment I roll to the side, and she escapes the arm I extend to wrap around her. With her back turned toward me, she gets off the bed and picks up her dress.

Her panties are ripped to shreds, giving her no choice but to completely discard them.

She slides the dress on, turning to blow me a flirtatious kiss before walking out of the bedroom.

What the fuck?

I bolt after her, running across the living room in a second to lean against the door, holding it closed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I challenge her. We had amazing sex, and I want more.

“I’m done here.” She shakes her head, reaching for the knob, but I put my hand on hers to stop her. The fun part might be over, but there’s still business to discuss.

“What’s the rush? Are you married or something?”

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