Page 95 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

“Oh my God,” I moaned, the pleasure there a shock of surprise.

He pulled away, fingers taking the place of his tongue, gathering up the silky arousal weeping from my pussy and spreading back to my asshole so he could play with it.

“I should fuck you here,” he groaned, spreading my cheeks with one hand and fingering the tight rear hole with the other. “Remind you who you actually belong to.”

I’d never done anal before, but I would have agreed to anything in that moment. If he’d asked to fuck me while lying on hot coals, I would have. Because he was right.

It wasn’t Carlos who owned me. Carlos couldn’t make me come undone with just a single look.

But Dax could.

The way Carlos dragged me around parties with his fingernails digging into my arm, I was nothing more than eye candy.

It was Dax who I would get down on my knees for. Dax I would give my entire body to in any way he wanted, including the places I’d never touched before.

“You can have me any way you want me,” I said breathlessly, grinding back, taking the tip of his finger there, showing him I would do whatever he wanted.

He groaned, working me a little longer, his other hand joining in with three thick, unforgiving fingers in my pussy. With both sensitive areas full of his touch, I couldn’t control the need growing inside me. It rose from my toes, swirled around my bloodstream, taking ripples of pleasure to every cell in my body.

“I need to come,” I moaned, none too softly.

He punished me by cracking his palm across my ass once more.

It didn’t do anything other than make the urge to orgasm even stronger. “Oh God!”

“You don’t get to come. Not until I say you can.”

I whimpered, and when he stood and pushed me down to my knees, I went willingly. He stood in front of me, undid his pants, and pulled out his thick cock.

He was already hard, but he stroked it as he stared down at me, the anger gone from his eyes, but the need still there, burning hot.

He touched his cock to my lips. “Suck me, Nyah. Take it deep.”

I opened my mouth without any hesitation, and he thrust inside me. He was warm and thick, my mouth stretching wide to accommodate him.

He wasn’t gentle like any of the other times I’d blown him.

This was all new.

And exciting.

He grabbed the back of my head, controlling how deep I took him, and I let him, because I knew, that if at any point I had said stop, he would have.

To an outside observer, this might have looked nonconsensual, but I knew him. Trusted him. Understood that even when he was mad, even when he was “punishing” me, if I had ever wanted him to truly stop, he would have.

Stopping wasn’t an option.

I just wanted to pleasure him the way he had me.

So I took his cock so far in it hit the back of my throat. He withdrew before I felt the urge to gag, and then he did it again, taking it farther each time, testing how much I could take and paying such close attention to my expression that he knew instantly when he was passing the point of pleasure into something that made me uncomfortable. He fucked my mouth and pulled my hair, and I dipped my fingers between my legs, finding my clit, so damn turned on that if he wasn’t going to make me come then I would have to take matters into my own hands.

He pulled out. “That’s not your job.” He knelt down with me, behind me this time, and wrapped his arms around me, one finding my breast and freeing it from the top of my dress so he could tweak and play with my nipple.

The other found the split in my dress and my nakedness underneath. He took control of my clit and rubbed it fast and firm, making me gasp and grind back on him until his cock was between my legs.

It was me who reached down between us and guided him inside me.

We both groaned in unison as I sank deep onto his erection, the thickness of him spreading me wide, the pleasure and relief of finally having him inside me so damn sweet I couldn’t think of anything else.