Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

Andre pulls away from me leaving my lips burning with the phantom touch of his.

I deserve this. I hurt him.

But then he bends down and runs his tongue along my center.

I gasp, my hands going to his hair as he finishes what he started.

It does not take long for my pleasure to build, especially when Andre starts pumping his tongue in and out of my pussy before moving to suck my clit.

“Oh god,” I moan as my thighs start to shake.

Andre’s fingers grip my hips tightly, and I watch him greedily devour my pussy, the sight of his tongue lapping at my clit making me cry out with pleasure.

“You can come this time, Lila,” Andre murmurs before kissing my swollen bundle of nerves.

I rock against him, desperate for more, and he seems to read my body language as he sinks two fingers inside me, curling them to brush my sensitive walls as he wraps his lips around my clit.

My entire body convulses as my orgasm hits me, warmth pooling between my thighs as Andre continues to suck my clit as I ride out my pleasure.

My skin is covered in goosebumps and my limbs shake as I come down from the high.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Come here,” Andre murmurs as he gets to his feet and wraps my legs around his waist, lifting me off the counter.

I bury my face in his neck as he carries me across to my bed, savoring the closeness he’s offering me.

He settles me against the pillows, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before pulling away and undressing.

I take in every muscle, every ridge of his body, the way his skin softly glows under the orange light coming in through the window.

He looks down at me. “So beautiful.”

I smile shyly as I part my legs, silently inviting him to join me.

He smirks, climbing onto the bed and hovering above me.

“You’re in my bed,” I breathe, as I look up at Andre.

He tilts his head to the side, his dark hair falling into his eyes, a frown forming between his eyebrows. “Do you not want me in your bed?”

I take in his powerful form above me, running my hands around his broad shoulders and down his muscled back. “I want you everywhere.”

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my neck, just below my ear.

My back arches off the bed, my breasts pressing against his bare chest, and I squirm with the need for friction.

“Your wish is my command.” He chuckles as he settles himself between my thighs.

I groan as his cock teases my entrance, but it soon turns to a gasp of pleasure as he slowly thrusts into me, filling me so deliciously that my eyes roll.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.” He pulls out and gently thrusts back in, taking his time with each movement.

I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to his body, wanting to get as close as possible to him.

“Me neither,” I whisper, burying my head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him. “It’s never been like this for me before.”

Andre says nothing, but presses another kiss to my jaw, and then my mouth.

The tenderness in his actions speaks louder than any words he could say, and as he sinks himself inside me, I let myself become consumed by the feeling of wholeness he gives me.

There is nothing hurried about the way he fucks me, as if he wants to savor every moan, every thrust of his cock inside me.

I close my eyes, grinding against him, letting my release build so slowly it has me whimpering with need.

Andre continues to litter my skin with kisses, exploring my neck and chest, before exploring my breasts.

“Are they tender?” He runs his thumb along the underside of my right breast.

“Yes,” I moan.

“I’ll be gentle, sweetheart, I promise,” he murmurs before taking my nipple in his mouth and running his tongue along the swollen nub.

I arch into his touch, and he softly kneads my other breast.

“So responsive.” His breath tickles my nipple.

“It’s the hormones.” My body’s on fire as Andre continues to slowly thrust into my pussy. “I’m so…horny.”

“I’ve noticed.” He laughs again. “But I’m not complaining.”

“Me neither.” I take Andre’s face in my hands and bring his lips to mine.

I instantly part my own, letting his tongue explore my mouth. I can still taste myself on his lips, and a fresh wave of warmth spreads between my thighs.

“Fuck, Lila. You’re so fucking wet,” Andre groans, burying his face in my hair.

“I’m sorry⁠—”

“Don’t ever be sorry,” Andre growls, taking my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. “Your pussy feels like heaven around my cock, and the fact that I’m the one who makes you this wet… Fuck, I just want to be buried inside you always.”

I let out a whimper as my pussy clenches.

Andre screws his eyes shut for a moment, groaning at the sensation.

“There’s nothing I love more than fucking you hard, Lila, but this…” He pulls out of me so slowly.

I cry out at the emptiness.

“Fuck, this feels incredible,” he moans as he grinds his hips, thrusting himself back inside me inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt.

“More,” I gasp.

Andre chuckles but obliges.

He takes me slowly, over and over until my thighs are slick with wetness.

I glance down as Andre pulls himself out and gasp at the sight of his glistening cock.

“That’s all you, baby.”

My tongue darts out to lick my lips.

“I’ll happily fuck that mouth of yours once I’m done with your pussy. Do you want that, Lila?”

“Yes,” I moan, gripping Andre’s hips as he pumps himself inside me.

“I want to have my come dripping down your thighs, your chin, your tits. You’re mine, do you understand?”

“Yes. God, yes,” I moan again.

“Good girl.” Andre slams his cock inside me.

I cry out, clinging to him as he quickens his pace, taking me harder.

Our heavy pants fill the air as we get closer to the edge, our lips crashing together to muffle our moans.

“Come with me,” I gasp against Andre’s lips.

He moves to grip my hips, tilting me at an angle that sends him even deeper inside me.

I’m overcome with pleasure as he pounds into me, his cock grazing my inner walls, and I know he’s close from the way his movements have become sloppier.

“Look at me, Andre,” I whisper, taking his face in my hands.

“Lila,” he breathes, his dark eyes meeting mine.

I cry out as my pussy clenches around his cock, causing Andre to shudder as he’s hit with his own release.

I watch in awe as he spills inside me. I want to take this as confirmation that he’s willing to stick by me through this.

After we’ve cleaned up, I lie wrapped in Andre’s arms, the warmth of his body enveloping me as I let my eyes close.

“I apologize if I frightened you earlier.” Andre runs his hands over my hair. “I can be jealous and obsessive, especially when it comes to you. The thought of any man trying to get near you while you’re carrying my child… It made me see red, Lila.”

“No, you? Seeing red?” I tease, rolling over so I can look at him.

He rolls his eyes, his arms wrapping tighter around my waist.

“I’ve been hurt before.” His eyes cloud over. “I’m not sure I’m willing to put myself in the position where I can be hurt again.”

“We’ve all been hurt. Life sucks sometimes.” I kiss his chest. “But not trusting, not fully opening yourself up, means you’re missing out on the best parts of living. I mean, I never met my mom because she died giving birth to me, and my dad was an alcoholic who abandoned me when I was twelve. I tend to go for guys who end up hurting me, I think because of that. But if I didn’t believe there was more to life just out of fear of getting hurt, then what’s the point?”

Andre traces circles on my skin as he looks at me.

“I wish I could promise that I won’t hurt you, Lila.” A frown forms between his eyebrows. “But my life is…complicated and dangerous. But I will promise that I will do everything in my power to protect you and this baby.”

I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face as his words.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his chest, feeling safe as I fall asleep in his arms.

The last thought that crosses my mind is whether they were nothing but empty words.