Page 40 of Mafia and Gold Digger

I’m moaning at the increased pace.

My legs shake. My thighs tensing around his hand as I get closer with every strum of his fingers against my swollen clit.

My eyes flicker to the parking lot as I hear a car pull in. Someone’s going to see Saint pressing me into the wall, my dress hitched up, and his hand between my legs...

“Saint, we’ll get caught?—”

“That’s half the fun, baby,” he pants against my ear. “As hot as you are and as much as I’ve been fantasizing about you, this just makes it all the fucking hotter.”

“But someone from the casino might walk past?—”

He thrusts two thick fingers into my pussy, silencing me into a gasp. I whimper and bite my bottom lip.

“Bite me instead, baby. Let me feel how much you like my fingers...”

I press my face against his neck as I moan. His fingers curl deep inside me, caressing my G-spot again and again as his thumb works my clit. Teasing and playing with me until I’m weak and dizzy.

I cling to him. Gripping his arms and suit for dear life. Certain my legs are going to give out. “Saint, I...”

I look up and frantically check if the person who pulled into the lot is walking over to the casino yet.

But I can’t deny the risk of being seen adds another layer of thrill to what we’re doing.

I bite his neck and stifle my moan as he thrusts into me harder and faster.

“Hear that, baby? You’re so fucking dripping for me that I can hear my fingers fucking you,” he groans into me as he fills my pussy over and over again. “So wet, so tight, so fucking perfect, Emerald. I knew I’d like being with you, but you’re even better than I dreamed,” he praises, his voice husky and low.

I’m so close. My pussy keeps squeezing around his fingers, and my head falls back against the wall and to the side. I force myself to check if anyone’s approaching.

I hear someone...

But I don’t want him to stop. He can’t stop. Not now…

I stroke his cock through his pants, needing to feel him. But he shakes his head. “No, baby. This is all about you.”

He turns my chin to face him and kisses me deeper, hungrier. He grinds against me, his chest rubbing against my aching nipples while his fingers keep plunging into my pussy and his thumb keeps rubbing my clit.

He’s so damn overwhelming. How am I supposed to stay goddamn sane through this?

The footsteps I heard are getting fainter—thank God, it’s someone heading for the other entrance.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he growls before biting my bottom lip and thrusting his fingers as deep as possible.

My head falls back, and he kisses the length of my throat, sucking at the sensitive skin there. But I can’t stop worrying. “What if someone comes out and?—”

“What if you’re a good girl like I’ve ordered you to be? What if you come on my fingers just like I fucking want you to? What if you enjoy it so much that you want me to do it again and again?” His thick fingers spread inside me as he presses down on my clit.

I’m panting in his ear now. I groan as he curls his fingers every time he thrusts them into me.

His thumb circles my clit. Fast and determined. I know I’m going to come...

I dig my teeth into his shoulder.

Saint groans in my ear. “Come for me. Stop worrying about anyone else and be greedy. Come on my fingers, baby...”

My core clenches as everything tightens.

My head falls back again.

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