Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

Andre lays me down on the bed before stepping away.

I know I should be feeling shy, seeing as I’m stark naked in front of a complete stranger, and yet… The way Andre worshipped me has me feeling powerful.

I push myself up on my elbows and watch eagerly as Andre removes his white shirt, revealing tan skin and rippling muscles that have my mouth watering. I glance up to find him smirking at me, and I scowl.

“Enjoying the view?” He reaches for his belt buckle.

“Aren’t I meant to be asking you that question?” I counter, glancing down at my very naked body.

A guttural sound escapes Andre as he takes me in, and now it’s my turn to smirk.

“That’s what I thought.” I chuckle before maneuvering myself onto my knees and reaching for him. “Let me.”

Andre steps closer, moving his hands to cup my face and pressing the softest of kisses to my lips.

I sigh against his lips, breathing in his scent as I reach for his belt buckle.

Andre continues to trail kisses along my jaw and neck as I work to undo his trousers, eager to free his cock.

“Mmm…” As soon as I have room, I reach inside his boxers and wrap my hand around his thick length.

Andre hisses a breath as I pump him once, running my thumb over the tip and moaning when it comes away wet.

I bring my thumb to my lips and slowly lick the precum, moaning at the salty taste.

“Lila,” he groans, resting his forehead against mine.

“I think it’s your turn to shimmy out of your panties.”

Andre tugs on my hair, forcing me to look up at him, and his eyes are heavy-lidded.

His mouth comes to my ear. “I’d be careful if I were you.”

“Oh yeah?” I press, reaching for his cock again, but he steps back.

“I’m very good at torturing people.” His eyes flicker to my breasts as he reaches for the waistband of his trousers and pulls them down, finally revealing himself fully to me.

A strangled noise escapes me as I take in his cock, hard and glistening at the tip.

I knew it was big seeing as I literally just had my hand around it, but to actually see it is another matter entirely.

I fight the urge to reach between my thighs as I imagine him bending me over and pounding into me until I’m screaming my release.

Andre seems to sense the very dirty nature of my thoughts as he reaches for his cock and starts slowly pumping himself.

“I’ll ask you again, Lila, are you enjoying the view?”

Bastard.

“Yes,” I grit out as my blood starts pounding.

My chest is flushed, my nipples hard and aching as I watch Andre work himself for a few painful strokes.

“I’m going to go hard, Lila.” He strokes his cock.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips as I imagine riding a cock that large.

“I’m going to sink my cock so deep inside that delicious pussy of yours that you’re going to scream with pleasure.”

“Someone’s very sure of their skills,” I mutter, though there’s no bite to my words. We both know I’m completely at his mercy.

“I’d lie back against the pillows if I were you.” His lips lift slightly at the corners.

I don’t need to be asked twice.

I shimmy up the bed, flushing at the slick feeling between my thighs and keeping my eyes on Andre as he works his cock.

“Spread your legs, baby.”

I fight back the feeling of embarrassment that builds as I part my thighs, exposing myself to him.

A pained expression crosses Andre’s face, as if he’s trying to fight back his own building release, and the thought has me reaching between my thighs, not able to wait any longer.

“So needy.”

I nod, my fingers brushing over my clit, and my back arches. “I need you.”

“I’m right here, baby.” He climbs onto the bed.

Taking hold of my wrist, he removes my fingers from my pussy and pins my hand above my head.

I whimper, and he only smirks as he takes my other hand and pins it above my head too.

“Much better,” he murmurs. “Now keep them there.”

Leaning down, he flicks his tongue over my right nipple.

I cry out, arching into his touch, aching for more.

It’s like this man can read my mind. He takes my breast into his mouth and sucks, running his tongue back and forth over my nipple.

I’m writhing beneath him. “Please, Andre.”

And now I’m fucking begging.

“I’m not sure if I’m done torturing you yet.” His breath tickles my nipple, but then he moves his hips, and the tip of his cock teases my entrance. “There’s so much more I could do…”

“I…I…need…” I’m barely able to get the words out.

“I know, baby.” He cups my cheek. “But before I go further, I need to ask⁠—”

“I’m on birth control.”

“Do you still want me to wear a condom?”

Fuck, why is he so considerate too? He’s making it so hard for me to stay detached. “I’m fine with not using one, I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

“Thank fuck because I need to feel every fucking inch of you,” I grit out, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer.

Wrapping an arm around me, Andre pulls me flush against him as he slowly starts to thrust his hips.

I wince a little as he stretches me, and he responds by kissing me so tenderly that my body relaxes.

“You’re taking me so well, Lila.”

Burying my face in his neck, I run my hands through his hair as he enters me inch by inch until he’s fully buried inside me.

I gasp at the fullness, my hips instantly moving against him, and my eyes roll at the sensation.

“Fuck,” he groans as my body adjusts to his size.

He doesn’t wait long until he pulls out, almost to the tip, before slowly thrusting back in.

We both gasp, and I pull away to watch Andre’s face as he pulls out once more.

His teeth are gritted as if he’s holding back, and when he thrusts into me again, his eyes widen as I clench around him.

“Lila,” he hisses.

“I’m so full,” I moan, arching against the pillows.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grits out. “It’s going to be so hard not to fucking blow my load too soon.”

“No better than gamer boy, then” I tease as I circle my hips, whimpering at the feel of him inside me.

“We’ll see about that,” Andre murmurs before kissing me.

I instantly part my lips, letting his tongue explore my mouth as he starts to move inside me once more, a little faster now.

“You feel like fucking silk, Lila,” he moans against my lips. “I need more.”

“Take whatever you want.”

He grips me beneath the shoulders and slams into me, his cock brushing my sensitive inner walls.

The pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t get enough.

Running my nails along the hard muscles of his back, I revel in the feel of Andre on top of me. Of the pure male strength that radiates from him as he pounds into me.

And from the sounds he’s making with each thrust, I know he is just as close as I am to being sent over the edge.

“Harder,” I gasp.

I dig my heels into his ass, driving him even deeper, needing more. I meet each of Andre’s thrusts, our rhythm desperate and hungry as my release builds.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as my climax threatens to take over, my legs quivering around Andre’s waist.

“Come on, baby. I need to feel you come around my cock as I spill inside you.” Andre licks the spot beneath my ear that has me shuddering.

His filthy words have me toppling over the edge, not able to hold back any longer.

My entire body shakes as my orgasm hits me, my pussy clenching around Andre as wave after wave of pleasure radiates through me.

Andre continues to pump inside me, his movements sloppy as he chases his own release.

“I’m coming—” Andre grunts, thrusting into me so hard the bed slams into the wall.

I cry out, my hips bucking as I feel Andre spill into me. I watch in awe as he comes, his eyes locking with mine, so heavy with need as his body shudders beneath my fingers.

“Holy shit,” I gasp as he eventually stills on top of me.

“That was…amazing.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck.

“I could do that forever,” I blurt out before I have a chance to stop myself.

Fuck.

I tense, waiting for the inevitable ‘time to go’ conversation, but Andre only nudges my jaw with his nose, his stubble ticking my cheek as he kisses the corner of my mouth.

“I’m game for round two.”

After round three, we’re both spent and lie tangled up together as we recover.

I’m exhausted but deliciously satisfied.

A phone starts ringing, and Andre is immediately out of bed.

I instantly miss the warmth of his body tucked up beside mine, but I try to act otherwise, sitting up and wrapping the sheet around me as I watch Andre pull on his boxers and go searching for his phone.

“Yeah?”

There’s a muffled voice on the other end, a male, and Andre’s shoulders tense.

I’m sensing that this may be my cue to leave, even if that’s the last thing I want to do. I’d much rather stay put and take in every muscled inch of the man who just gave me the best sex of my life because, once I’m out that door, I’ll never see him again.

But I know that’s for the best.

Be the one to walk away, not the one left behind. Not again.

I make to move from the bed, but Andre glances over his shoulder at me and shakes his head, pointing to the bed.

Yes, sir.

“How urgent is urgent?” he asks, turning away from me once more. “Fuck, ok. I’ll be there in ten.”

I wait patiently as Andre hangs up the phone and moves to perch beside me on the bed. I let my eyes roam over his strong, muscular shoulders, feeling the phantom touch of his fingers all over my skin. I shiver as he looks at me, my cheeks heating.

“I have to go deal with something.” He sighs, reaching out to cup my cheek, running his thumb along my bottom lip.

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“I’m not kicking you out, Lila.” His eyes flicker to my lips. “Not when we’ve barely gotten started.”

I clench my thighs together, already deliciously sore between them, at the thought of more sex.

“Order yourself room service, whatever you want, and there’s a jacuzzi bath next door. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Where are you going?” It must be past midnight by now, surely he’s not being called into the office? Or wherever it is that he works. I didn’t like the way he tensed at whoever was on the other end of the phone.

“Need to know, baby.” He reaches forward to press a kiss to my forehead. “Don’t do anything naughty while I’m gone.” He smirks.

If by naughty he means ordering a ridiculous amount of ice cream and enjoying it in a tub big enough for six people, then I should be marched down to the principal’s office.

There’s even a TV on the wall, and I indulge in some reruns of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills as I tuck into my mint choc chip.

Oh yeah, this is a hell of a lot better than some gamer boy’s basement.

Too bad my time here is running out.