Page 322 of Don’t Say Mafia

After a second, she called again, biting her lip as she tried to decide whether she trusted her instincts . . . or me. Finally, she pushed all her chips forward—going all in.

I called and flipped my cards. A straight flush.

Eden stared at her jacks—still just a pair—and let out a soft, defeated laugh that was somehow the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

“Last piece,” I said quietly.

She stood, keeping her eyes locked with mine as she reached behind her back. The clasp of her bra gave with a soft click, and the straps slipped off her shoulders. She held the cups in place for a heartbeat, teasing me because she knew I was fucking losing my mind . . . then let the bra fall.

I groaned low in my throat, the sound rough and involuntary as my eyes raked over her naked body—every curve flushed and trembling, her breasts rising and falling with shallow breaths, nipples tight and begging, the slick shine between her thighs impossible to ignore. She stood there, bare and exposed, trying to hold herself together, but the way her thighs pressed together only made the wetness glisten more, a dark invitation that had my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper.

I let the silence stretch between us, watching the way it made her shift, small, restless movements that betrayed her. Her cheeks burned brighter, her breathing quickened, and she bit her lip like she was fighting not to beg.

Then I crooked one finger. “Crawl to me.”

Her eyes widened, her pupils blowing out in a rush of shock and disbelief. “What?”

“You heard me.” My voice dropped lower, rougher, the edge of a command wrapped in velvet. “Crawl, Eden. I dare you.”

She stared at me, frozen for a long heartbeat, her chest heaving, and her nipples tightening further under my gaze. The air between us crackled—thick with tension, with need, with the unspoken knowledge that whatever happened next would change everything.

I almost came right then at the thought.

She finally moved.

Eden got up on the table and sank slowly to her hands and knees, her palms pressing into the green felt. She crawled toward me, her knees sliding over the smooth table, and her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm that made her ass lift and sway with every advance. Her dark hair fell over one shoulder, brushing her breasts as they swung beneath her, her nipples dragging across the felt in teasing little trails that left her gasping softly.

When she reached the edge, I caught her under the arms and pulled her into my lap so she was straddling me, her bare pussy pressing hot and wet against the hard length of my cock through my jeans.

She gasped, and I groaned.

Her slick folds glided along the length of me, soaking my jeans in seconds. The heat of her cunt was searing through the fabric, every small shift of her hips dragging her clit over the hard outline of me, making us both shudder.

She rocked again—faster now, more insistent—coating me in her heat as her thighs trembled around my hips and she found a rhythm that made her breath hitch and her fingers dig into my shoulders.

I gripped her hips, holding her still for a moment, and letting her feel how thick and hard I was beneath her . . . how desperately I wanted to be inside her.

“Look at you,” I murmured, my eyes locked on hers. “Naked in my lap, dripping all over me. You’re ruining me, baby. And I haven’t even taken my clothes off yet.”

Her breath hitched, and her eyes fluttered half shut in a dazed, needy haze.

I hissed through my teeth when she moved again, and my hips jerked up on instinct, pressing my cock harder against her.

“Ride me,” I commanded. “Right fucking now. Spread those pretty thighs wide and ride the seam of my jeans until you come all over me. Grind that swollen clit against the rough zipper, baby. Rub your dripping cunt up and down my cock through the denim until you’re soaking my pants, until you’re screaming my name and gushing like you can’t fucking help it.”

Her eyes widened, shock, heat, and need all flashing through them at once.

Eden hesitated for half a heartbeat, long enough for me to see the fresh rush of slick glistening between her legs . . . and then she obeyed.

She shifted forward, straddling the hard ridge of my zipper so that her bare pussy lips parted around the thick seam. The sight alone nearly killed me—her swollen folds spreading open over the rough fabric, coating the dark blue of my jeans with every tiny roll of her hips. I could see everything: the way her clit peeked out, flushed and throbbing, catching on the metal teeth with every slow drag; the way her arousal shone wet along the inner edges of her lips, dripping down to darken the material in a spreading patch that made my cock ache painfully beneath her.

I could feel the searing heat of her cunt bleeding through the fabric. The wet friction was maddening, and when she whimpered and arched her back, I couldn’t help it. I leaned forward, one arm banding around her to keep her pinned against me, and closed my mouth over her nipple. The moment my lips sealed around it, she jerked as if I’d shocked her. I sucked hard, drawing the sensitive bud deep, my tongue swirling over the tip while my teeth grazed just enough to make her gasp.

Eden cried out, her fingers twisting in my hair and yanking me closer. Her hips stuttered against my zipper, grinding faster. She was dripping all over me, marking my jeans like she was claiming territory. I groaned into her skin, the vibration rumbling straight through her nipple, and I sucked harder, pulling and flicking at the stiff peak until it was swollen and glistening with my spit.

“Jagger—” Her voice cracked on my name, half plea, half sob. “Please⁠—”

I released her nipple with a wet pop, my lips brushing the wet peak as I spoke against her skin. “Please what, baby?” I rasped. “Please make you come again? Please fuck you until you can’t walk? Or please keep sucking these pretty tits while you ride my cock through my pants like a good girl?”