Page 85 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
“Stop it!”
“Not yet.”
I bring my hand down again. And again.
Each slap lands sharp, precise, but never cruel. Her perfect ass turns a gorgeous shade of red, and I admire the way her skin warms under my touch.
I’m not punishing her to hurt her—I’d never cross that line. This is about control. Trust. That sweet edge between pain and pleasure I know like the back of my hand.
By the tenth strike, she starts to squirm in my lap. A slow smile pulls at my mouth.
I know exactly what that means.
She’s getting wet.
But she’s stubborn. She won’t admit it—not yet.
I land a fourteenth smack, and this time she moans. I chuckle, the sound dark and satisfied.
“Sounds like you might be enjoying your punishment,” I murmur.
She shakes her head, her hair falling into her face like a curtain. She still won’t look at me—but I see the way her thighs press together.
She can deny it all she wants.
Her body already confessed.
When I spank her again, her moan is louder, and she’s practically humping my leg now. Fuck it, I can’t hold back anymore.
The friction, the sound of her breath catching, the way her ass is glowing red...it’s all too much. Lust roars through me, sharp and consuming.
I move her off my lap and stand, tearing open my pants.
“Go over there,” I say, pointing to the empty wall next to the couch. “Hands flat on the wall.”
She does as I say, and I see her trembling with anticipation.
God, she’s perfect for me. So eager and passionate. Her thighs glisten, her ass flushed and waiting for me.
I fist my cock in one hand as I move behind her, flipping her dress back up. I can’t resist running my palm over her ass again—feeling the heat of her skin still lingering beneath my touch.
“So fucking pretty,” I murmur.
Then I grab a handful of her hair and pull gently, just enough to arch her back. Her legs are already spread, ready for me, and I slide between them with a groan as I push my cock into her soaking heat.
The tightness, the warmth—it steals the air from my lungs. I bury myself deep, all the way to the hilt, and the strangled sound she makes nearly undoes me.
It’s music.
I lean forward, pressing my mouth to the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I drag my tongue along her skin, nip at her earlobe, and she shudders, her inner muscles clenching around me in response.
My hips start to move. Slow, controlled.
I want her to feel every inch of me.
I drag out, leaving only the head inside her, then drive back in, deep and deliberate. I want to brand this moment into her body, leave her aching for me when I’m gone.
I shift my stance and tilt her hips higher, adjusting the angle until I can sink even deeper. She gasps when I hit just the right spot, and I reach around to rub her clit in slow, tight circles.
