Page 139 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Or maybe it was me half hoping she wouldn’t. We were walking a line that could get us both killed. All it would take would be for Katrina on the other side of the curtain to decide to run her mouth to my father. I knew full well she could hear what was going on in here.

Part of me liked it. Part of me wanted my father to know I’d fucked his virgin princess.

But a bigger part wanted it because it was Nyah.

She slipped her panties off with trembling fingers and stood in front of me. My head swam, the alcohol preventing completely coherent thought. But I was sober enough to know I wanted this. Wanted her.

Wanted him watching.

“Come here, princess.”

She straddled me again, wrapping her arms around my neck, her pussy hovering over my dick.

With one hand on her hip, the other supporting her ass, I guided her down, just low enough to slick the tip of my cock along her opening.

To my surprise, she was already so wet my cockhead came away gleaming with her arousal.

I inhaled the scent of her skin, dragging my nose up the side of her neck until my lips were at her ear. “You want me.”

She rocked her hips just a little, taking the very tip of my cock so it was pressed to her opening.

I groaned, the desire to fill her hard and fast slamming through me, need devouring me.

She twisted her head just enough to whisper in my ear, “You want me too.”

I thrust upward, forcing the tip of my cock inside her.

She shouted at the intrusion, but there was no pain or surprise on her face.

Just need.

It was Nyah who slid down my length, slowly and steadily, her pussy eating up every inch of my cock until I was bottomed out inside her.

We breathed hard, her adjusting to my size, me trying like hell not to be a one-pump wonder.

Because fuck, she felt good. I was no stranger to fucking women, but I’d always done it with a condom, that barrier between us the only thing I’d been able to do to keep my distance.

I realized with shock that I hadn’t done that with Nyah. I hadn’t even considered it.

I hadn’t wanted a single thing between us, not even a thin layer of latex.

“I’ll pull out,” I murmured, like that would somehow make up for the fact I’d been irresponsible with her.

She just kissed me, and slowly we fell back against the couch, the two of us picking up a slow rhythm that felt so good and entirely too right.

Every now and then, my gaze strayed to Lynx, his eyes never shifting from me and Nyah. But I had to keep coming back to her. Over and over, she drew me in with her touch, with her smell, with the way her body moved against mine.

She was so fucking tight and wet and warm. Her skin was soft, and there was none of the hard, fast, impersonal fucking I was so used to with guys.

She was soft sweetness, and it was so intoxicating that I lost myself in the feel of her, in the ache inside me that grew with every rise and fall of her hips, every kiss from her mouth, every touch of her fingers on my skin.

Her moans were life, and I wished I’d hit record on my phone, so I could play them over and over again, while I jacked off, thinking about her.

Because I already knew I would, and that anything my imagination conjured up was never going to be as good as how she felt on top of me right now.

I moved with her, wrapping my arms around her so her tits were in my face. She picked up speed as she gained confidence, rising and falling over me, taking each plunge down onto my cock like a pro, letting it fill her before lifting herself off to do it again.

“Play with her clit,” Lynx said in a voice deeper than I’d ever heard before. “Make her come.”