Page 581 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Chloe shimmies down the front of my body, falling to her hands and knees on the thick beige carpet. I drop down to my own knees and lick my lips. Her dress slides up as she parts her legs, exposing her plump cheeks.

That beautiful ass. It begs for my hand. My palm tingles as I hover it in the air. I shove the dress higher so her ass is exposed and spank her hard. A yelp catches in her throat, her ass bright red from where I just branded her. I smack it again and again before bringing my lips to the welts left on her skin. She trembles, her breaths shaky and stilted. I trace over the deep red marks with my tongue, eliciting a shocked gasp from her lips.

“You were a bad girl for wearing that dress and for making every man in that club eye fuck you.” I grab a fistful of her hair. “I will destroy anyone who touches you. Anyone who looks at you.” Yanking her backward, I capture her ear between my lips. “Because you’re mine.”

“Yes,” she rasps.

“Tell me you loved my hand on your ass,” I say, bringing one of my hands around to her pussy. I dip my fingers into her wet slit, sliding them against her clit as I push them deeper. “And don’t lie because your pussy is dripping.”

“I…loved…it,” she rasps. “I need more.”

“More what?”

“I need you to fuck me,” she chokes out, convulsing as I stroke her clit. With my one free hand, I clench her hip for leverage. I lower my head and lick the seam of her pussy, catching her clit between my tongue and teeth, still keeping a tight grip on her. She thrusts backward against my mouth as I feast on her body like a voracious animal.

I fuck her with my tongue, plunging deeper into her wet heat. But it’s only when I suck on her clit that she unravels completely. Violent shudders combined with her piercing cries for release make my balls ache and tighten.

Her lacy black G-string is the only thing standing in the way of my sinking balls-deep in her pussy. I slide my fingers out, loop them into the waistband of the thin material and with one hard tug, I tear them from her body and drop them next to her. Her breathless pants make my dick drip with precum, anticipating what comes next.

“Fuck me,” she whimpers, her head hanging low. I unbuckle my belt, tear it off, and toss it to the floor next to her panties. In seconds, my pants are around my knees and my cock bobs between my legs. I loop an arm around her waist and pull her to a kneeling position. I rub the head of my dick against her slick opening and plunge into her. Hard.

“Oh my God,” she yells. “Yes!”

I thrust into her, sinking deep between her walls. I fuck her with long, slow strokes. She clamps down hard on my cock, pulling me so far in, I don’t know where she starts and I end. Or the other way around. All I know is that it’s fucking incredible.

Our bodies rock against each other, the sound of skin slapping against skin electrifying me. With one hand, I keep her pressed into my chest. I grasp her unbranded ass cheek and give it a squeeze before sliding one finger around her asshole. Her body is frenzied and frantic, fucking me like a good little whore. Her sweet juices flow over my dick, drowning me in her desire.

I press my finger into the tight rim of muscle, dangling her over the edge after barely a second passes. She cries out, tensing at the invasion, coming apart in my arms.

Exactly where she should be.

Where she always will be.

A tingling sensation erupts in my balls, igniting like a Fourth of July fireworks display. I plow harder. Her fingernails dig into my legs and scrape the hell out of me. But the pain is nothing compared to the crazy intense orgasm that tears through me like a football team at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Complete annihilation of the most erotic kind.

“That was so amazing,” Chloe pants, trying to catch her breath. “See what you’ve missed out on all this time?”

“You’re looking at it all wrong. Just think about what we have to look forward to,” I murmur against her ear. I pull her hair to one side so I can sweep my tongue down the side of her neck.

“I love that so much,” she moans.

“I remember.”

We stay in place on our knees, Chloe resting against me. She tilts her head back toward me. “So, what’s your rebound rate? I hope that didn’t tire you out too much.”

I chuckle. “You have a long night ahead of you, gorgeous. I hope you’re ready.”

“Hey!”

Shit.

I jerk my head around. Someone appears in the doorway.

“You’re not supposed to be in here. This whole area is closed for a special event tomorrow.”

I hold up a hand. “I know. It’s our event. My fiancée got pre-wedding jitters so we came here to check things out and, you know, one thing led to another.”

“I’m fine now, though,” Chloe calls out, peeking over her shoulder and giving the man a wave. “We’ll just be leaving.”

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