Page 11 of Mob Boss Daddy

I don’t know how long it took for me to fall asleep, but I feel someone shaking me awake. I open my eyes, stunned to see Jack’s mountainous silhouette on the edge of my bed.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, wiping my eyes.

“I have to leave. I didn’t want to go without telling you goodbye.”

“Leave? What do you mean?”

“Business. I have to take a trip. I should be back in about a week. Take care of Macy. You’re doing great with her.” He kisses my forehead. “Go back to sleep. I’ll see you soon.”

My heart sinks and I feel like I want to cry. I’ve only just met him, but I know I’m going to miss him more than anything.

5

JACK

The pressures of being the boss of a crime family are huge, but I’ve always handled them very well for a man my age. Most men who have held the title have been twenty years older than me, but my family is new.

We’re what the old timers call the next generation Irish.

This trip was my attempt to form an alliance with one of the older, more established families. We share a common enemy so an alliance makes sense. As important as this trip is to my future, I continually find myself getting distracted by thoughts of Jessie. Now that it’s time to make the trip home, I feel the obsession growing even stronger. Fatigue is weighing heavy on my shoulder, but I can’t wait to see her again.

The car rolls up through the gates and up to the house. It’s late and I expect everyone to be asleep inside. I unlock the front door, hear the soft click, and hang my overcoat in the front closet.

Traveling always puts my senses on high alert. Even with the best security, you never know who might be waiting in the shadows to take a shot at you. The familiar scent of home wraps around me, and I’m briefly taken aback by how I never really treated it as such until Jessie came along.

The first thing on my agenda is to pour a drink to settle my nerves so I head to the kitchen. As I turn the corner, I stop in my tracks. Jessie is standing with her back to me searching for something in the refrigerator. She’s standing on her toes, causing her tiny nightshirt to ride up and expose her pink panties.

I clear my throat and watch her body stiffen. It takes her a second to turn around, and when she does, there are tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I rush to her and pull her into my arms. “Did something happen while I was gone? Where’s Macy? Is she okay? Are you? Did someone hurt you?”

“No,” she whimpers into my chest. “I feel so silly. I was just so happy to hear your voice. I didn’t know you were coming back tonight, and when I heard you…I don’t know, it made me emotional. I’m sorry. This is so ridiculous of me…”

I raise her chin and wipe the tears from her face, her soft, smooth skin against my rough, calloused hand. She looks up into my eyes as I lift her into my arms and kiss her. I don’t say a word. I just carry her up the stairs to her room, not taking my mouth off her and only briefly glancing to check any obstacles along the way.

She lets out a gaspy breath as I lay her down on her bed and raise her shirt, exposing her breasts and taut belly. Fucking perfect.

I help myself to another taste from her firm tits down to the waistband of her panties. I pause, look up at her, and grin, then tug her panties off her hips.

Her eyes grow wide and I ask, “Do I scare you, little girl?”

She breathes heavily and shakes her head.

“Good. It’s time for Daddy to taste my sweet girl.” I don’t know why I say it but it feels so right. She is my little girl, and as much as I want to dominate and consume her, seeing her cry because she missed me confirms how badly she needs me to comfort and protect her.

Yeah, I’m her Daddy alright.

She nearly leaps out of her skin as I run my fingers down the insides of her thighs, spreading them to expose the sweet spot hidden between them.

Lowering my head, I stick out my tongue and lick her smooth, hot slit. One taste isn’t enough because I need all of her.

I spread her pink lips and lap wildly at her little button. She cries out and grabs me by the back of my head, pushing my head into her. With fucking pleasure. I look up at her and see that she’s closed her eyes and is biting her lower lip. I take her hands from my head and pin them down at her sides.

“I’m in control here, sweetheart. I’m gonna take you to the edge and then make you wait. I’m gonna lick your sweet pussy until you can’t take it anymore. Then you’re gonna come and I’m gonna taste your sweet cream. Don’t move. I’m the boss.”

Red-faced and panting, she lets out a little whimper as she nods her head. As promised, I take my time with her, slowly sucking, licking, and slapping her swollen little button then probing her tight hole with my tongue.

Each time her breath quickens and her muscles tense, I pull up and blow cool air on her until she settles back down. The third time, she begs me, “Oh god, please don’t stop. Please Daddy, don’t stop,” so I draw her clit between my lips and suckle it, allowing the waves of release to rush over her. Her legs shake and her abs tighten as she bears down on my face and screams.

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