Page 48 of Mafie Queen

“Yes, my queen?” Her eyes meet mine and a victorious smile crosses her features.Fuck, I’ve missed that smile.

“I want to fuck your face.”

“As you wish.” I lower my head to her heat. She is already making a mess of the chair, and I almost wish it was a historic piece because this moment deserves to go down in history.

I spread her as wide as I can, raising her legs to hook over each arm of the chair. She leans back, watching everymovement, but the second my mouth latches onto her clit, her eyes close and her whole body melts just for me.

I take my time exploring her, lapping at her entrance with my tongue just to dance back up around her clit before sucking it into my mouth. She is breathless in seconds, but I do not want this to end. I want her to drench this chair. The floor. My face. Everything.

I circle two fingers right at her entrance, then push in just slightly. Her hips buck, begging for more as she grabs the longer hair on the top of my head. I let her take control like the queen she is, but I don’t give her more. Not yet.

I twist my fingers, staying shallow while she grinds her clit into my face. A free hand goes above her head, grabbing onto the edge as she pushes herself up to gain more traction.

Her hands shake as she grips onto the black winged edge, and her face contorts with pure ecstasy. It’s mesmerizing to watch her chase her pleasure. I am so caught up in it that precum starts to leak from my dick without a single touch.

With my free hand, I give it a firm squeeze. I can wait until she asks for it. It does not take long.

“I need you to fuck me,” Evie says breathlessly, pulling my head up.

“What was that, my queen?”

She bites her lip. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please.”

I sit up, bringing her ass just off the edge of the chair. Both of her hands grip the top of the throne, now trying to balance her body as she waits in anticipation. On my knees the chair is at the perfect height to fuck her, but I want this to last a little bit longer.

I rub the head of my dick over her clit and her whole body comes to life.

“I don’t think queens have to say please. No queen should beg.”

I push the head into her slick heat, testing both of our resolve. I don’t want her to beg right now. I need her to remember who she is.

“In that case, put your dick inside me right fucking now and make me come before people start showing up, or I’ll be forced to get myself off while you watch.”

She pauses as she watches the goosebumps rise, peppering my skin in victory. “Daddy.”

That fucking word. Every. Damn. Time.

I drive my hard cock into her, one hand gripping the arm of the chair while the other goes to the back. It’s the perfect angle to grind down into her clit while thrusting.

Her eyes roll back as I start up a rhythm that has us both threatening to explode in seconds, but we must be on the same page because she pushes at my chest.

I sit back, pulling out of her when she stands. I’m still on my knees as a perplexed feeling comes over me.Is she done?

But she bends down, placing a finger under my chin and whispers, “A real queen knows how to share her throne.”

She helps me to my feet only to push me back down onto the seat. I gaze up at her, knowing she was beautiful before, but this is a whole new sight. It is not every day a man like me is willing to give up his throne for a girl. Yet, she does not want the throne, she wants me.

Just like Persephone climbed onto Hades’ lap, sharing his throne, my girl does the same. If I couldn’t physically feel her heat, smell that strawberry vanilla scent that drives me wild, and see the want in her eyes, I would not believe this moment is real as she straddles me.

“I missed you,” she whispers, hovering just above my face.

“I missed you too.”

This time, when our lips meet, I know we are both etching this moment into our memories as one to never be forgotten. Notbecause we are on a throne in a palace, but because we are finally coming home to each other. And nothing will ever separate us again.

I position my cock at her entrance, and she grinds down on it before rolling her hips and taking me deep. One of her hands grip my hair while the other scratches my back as I pull her closer, tilting her hips in just the right way for us both.

“I love you,” she says between kisses.

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