The Daddy and the Dom (Mafia Menage Trilogy 2)

She knew better than to try to suck me off right away. While Joseph gripped her hips and guided her to ride his cock, she started to kiss my dick, licking me and pressing her lips against me. I stared down at her, intoxicated by her reverence for me, by her complete devotion. Ashlyn didn’t hold anything back; she eagerly gave herself to both Joseph and me. Despite the dirty things we did to her, she was just as pure and perfect as she’d been when we’d first met her.

“Open up, babygirl,” I ordered, no longer able to stand her soft kisses. I needed the wet heat of her sweet mouth around me.

Her lips parted, and she welcomed me in as I slid all the way back to her throat. My girl had always been good a sucking cock, but in the last few months, I’d taught her exactly how Daddy liked it.

With her arms bound behind her, she needed me to help her balance. I wrapped her silky hair around my fist and braced her shoulder with my other hand, urging her to take me in slow, deep strokes.

Joseph increased his pace, and I heard him growl his need. He was close, but he’d make sure she came first. Her pleasure was always our first priority. She was devoted to us, and it was our responsibility to ensure her blissful happiness.

He eased his hold on her hips so she could control the pace, and he dipped one hand down to touch her clit. She whimpered around my cock, and I cursed as the sound tormented me with a surge of lust.

“Ride my cock,” Joseph commanded. “Make yourself come, angel.”

She started to grind against him, rotating her hips. I watched her small body tense as her pleasure crested. Joseph pinched her clit, and she screamed around my cock as her orgasm claimed her. Joseph groaned, his head dropping back as he thrust his hips up into her, riding out his own bliss.

I couldn’t hold back. Now that my girl had been satisfied, I let go. I pressed deep into her throat and released my cum into her. She swallowed it all down, greedy for me. Her open hunger for both of us increased my pleasure, making me lightheaded with ecstasy.

I pulled free from her mouth and collapsed onto the bed. Joseph guided her off his cock and laid her between us, so we could both cuddle her close and stroke her. He left for a few seconds to retrieve his shears, and he cut away the ropes that bound her arms.

She let out a happy little sigh and closed her eyes, snuggling into my chest as Joseph rubbed her shoulders.

We both murmured words of love and praise as she softened between us, perfectly trusting and completely content.

Ashlyn was ours, and we’d never take her devotion for granted. We’d cherish her and protect her for the rest of our lives.

“I love you, Joseph,” she murmured. “I love you, Daddy.”

The words reached deep inside me, warming my chest and stoking my lust. My cock began to stiffen again, even though I’d just come inside her mouth.

She gasped when my dick pressed into her hip.

“Already?”

“Always for you, babygirl,” I promised.

“Anything for you, angel,” Joseph swore.

We held her between us and showed her just how much we worshipped her.

Chapter Sixteen

Marco

The sunlight shined on Ashlyn’s glossy hair, illuminating the lighter hues amongst the dark, silky locks. Delicate strands of auburn and spun gold shimmered over rich mahogany, and my rough, calloused fingertips itched to caress their silken length. Even from a distance, I caught the brilliant flash of her perfect smile as she laughed aloud at something her best friend, Jayme, had said.

I propped my shoulder against the building I’d been loitering beside while waiting for her to get out of class, enjoying the warmth of the bricks. The early April breeze was crisp enough that sheltering by the wall provided a comfortable place to wait while I indulged my obsession with her. I was perfectly content to observe her laughing with Jayme; I didn’t want to cut her time with her friend short. Ashlyn was expecting me to meet her now that her classes were finished for the day, so it wasn’t as though I was stalking her without her knowledge.

Although, if she’d tried to put up a fuss about me escorting her to and from campus, I wouldn’t have hesitated to stalk her and make sure she was safe using the public transit between our house and her lecture hall.

But my good girl never put up a fuss when it came to serious matters like her safety. She liked that I wanted to take care of her, and I’d never felt more at peace than I did guarding her. I might be earning money selling my art, but protecting Ashlyn was my full-time job now. Ensuring her blissful happiness was my top priority, and that essential role brought me more contentment than I’d ever thought possible.