Page 30 of Mob Boss Daddy

While I wait, I check under all of the dressing room doors and find that they’re all empty. She comes out wearing a little black number that knocks me off my feet.

It’s short, just barely covering her ass cheeks, and the neckline plunges, showing the roundness of her milky white tits. It hugs her hips so perfectly and fits like a second skin.

“Fuck, baby girl. That’s sexy as hell.”

“Is it too much? Do I look sleazy?”

“Please. A classy little thing like you could never look sleazy. Besides, I haven’t seen the price tag yet but I’m willing to bet that it’s outside the price range of sleazy.”

“You’re right. It’s too expensive. I’ll find something else.”

I march toward her and press her against the fitting room wall. “I didn’t say that. This is the dress I want you to wear. Now, let’s see if you can fuck in it.”

“What? Here? But somebody might see us,” she argues but I’ve already pushed the dress up over her ass and have her panties halfway down her legs.

“Then, tell me to stop.”

She’s breathing hard and rubbing her legs together, so I know the answer before she even opens her mouth. “No. Don’t stop.”

I unzip my pants and look at her while I stroke my cock to full erection. I lift her off her feet and press her against the wall. Holding her gaze while wedging myself at her entrance, she smirks and I slam my cock into her. She breathes out hard and fast, and her eyes grow wide.

“This is how you fuck in public, baby girl. You make sure that anyone who catches you gets a good show.”

She bites her lips and does her best not to make a sound as I grind against her so hard the wall shakes. She looks all around to make sure we’re alone and I whisper, “You keep your eyes on me or I’ll start calling people in here to watch.”

Her eyes never leave mine as I continue to ravage her in the boutique. I feel my orgasm growing so I grab her ass and glide my full length inside her letting my dick do all the work. I’m so deep that I hit her soft spot and her body quakes. She bites down on the collar of my jacket to keep from screaming as her muscles tighten around my shaft.

“Come on, baby girl, let it go. Come all over me.”

She collapses in my arms and tries to catch her breath. It takes me two more thrusts before I’m coating her inner walls with my come. When she comes back to reality, I set her back on her feet and zip up my pants.

“I’ll be outside waiting to pay. Bring it out when you’re ready,” I tell her and claim her mouth in a searing kiss.

She comes out with the dress draped over her arm and a bashful smile on her face. I meet her at the checkout and hand the girl my card. She’s been watching videos on her phone and is oblivious to the depravity that just took place in the fitting room. I won’t care either way, but I know one knowing look from her would embarrass Jessie to no end.

As we leave the store, I pull her to my side and kiss her temple. “See? I got to have you before lunch.”

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I pacethe floor until I hear Jessie’s feet on the stairs. It’s time for our dinner date and she looks like a sexy, little princess in a black dress. She has her hair pulled up, exposing her long neck and sexy collarbones, and I ask myself how the hell I managed to find such a perfect creature.

“You look handsome. Is that a new suit?”

“No. Just one I haven’t had the occasion to wear for a long while, but you…damn, I might not make it through dinner. Want to fuck in a restaurant bathroom?”

“I think I’ve had enough public exposure today but you’re the boss. I won’t say no,” she grins.

“Let’s go. I’m starving.” I take her by the arm and escort her to the car.

“You’re not driving this time?”

“No. I want to give you all of my attention.”

I help her into the back of the limo and slide in beside her. The driver closes the privacy screen and sets out onto the road. I pull Jessie onto my lap and kiss her lips. She smells like vanilla cookies and lavender fields, and we make out like teenagers all the way into the city.

We arrive at the restaurant and the driver opens the door for us. Tonight, I’ve decided on the hottest spot in the city. Estella’s is where all of high society dines and the place is packed. Jessie squeezes my hand tightly and says, “This place is amazing.”

“And you’re the hottest little thing here.”

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