Mafia Daddy (Vegas Underground 4)

“Well, sure. I have my old laptop from college.” She waves at the desk, where a MacBook is plugged in.

“Do you like that one? Do you need something faster? Better? Newer?”

Her eyes narrow, lips purse into a sexy smile. “Why, Daddy?” She crawls over me and straddles my lap. “Are you going to give me an allowance?”

I groan as my cock returns to insta-stiff and adjust her hips so her pussy rubs right over it. “Yes, but there are certain duties you’ll be expected to complete,” I manage to choke as she rocks her pelvis and grinds over me.

She’s watching my face, clearly enjoying the power she holds over me now. She lifts her hips and I reach to yank her back, but she crawls lower. “Is this one of them?” She licks her lips, fisting my cock in one hand.

I can’t stop the growl that rockets from my throat. “Cazzo, bambina. Cazzo.”

She plays innocent coquette. “You need me here?” She lowers her moistened lips to the head and lays one soft kiss on the underside.

“Don’t tease, baby. You don’t want to find out what happens when you tease.”

She raises her brows with exaggerated innocence. “No?”

I arch a stern brow. “You wanna find yourself on your back with my cock so far down your throat you can’t scream for mercy?”

She chokes on a giggle. “No, Daddy.” She takes me into her mouth. I can’t decide if I’m pissed or thrilled to see that it’s not her first time giving head. She definitely knows her way around a cock. But most good Catholic girls do. It must be part of the training from the nuns. Heh.

Yeah, forgive me, Father for I have sinned. Oh, Christ!

She sucks me deep and my balls draw up tight. Her tongue swishes on the underside of my length as she pulls back, drawing hard enough to pull the chrome off a bumper.

I practically whimper. Me, a fucking soldier. That’s what she does to me. Nothing’s hotter than Jenna Pachino with her lips around my cock. I’m not kidding.

Those big hazel eyes watch my face, judging my pleasure.

“Baby, I’m gonna double your allowance.” I thrust my hips up, fucking her mouth.

She pops off and laughs, a husky sound that only fuels my hunger. “Oh, yeah?” She takes my cock between her tits and shoves them together, titty fucking me. Or am I titty fucking her? Who gives a shit—it’s hot. “What are my other duties?” She puts her tongue out so the head of my cock hits it when it reaches the top of her tit-tunnel.

My eyes roll back in my head. “Jesus, Jenna. Fuck. This is your number one duty. Capiche? I want my cock sucked like this every fucking morning until the day I die.” I thrust my hips wildly, which only succeeds in dislodging it from her breasts. “That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

“Hmm. It might be. Depends on the allowance.” She takes me in her mouth again, lowering until the head of my cock hits the pocket of her cheek.

“Oh, I’ll make it good, piccolina. I’ll make you scream all night long.”

She gets excited, bobbing up and down over my cock faster, sticking her ass out and waggling it as she goes.

“Goddamn. You’re like a fucking sex goddess. A sex kitten. I gotta get you a pair of ears and a tail.”

She pops off again and crawls up me, lines her pussy up with my cock. There’s a flicker of uncertainty, but I hate to take over when she’s obviously having fun exploring her power.

“There’s a condom on the table there.” I lift my chin to the bedside table. She picks up the box and fumbles with it.

“I’ll do it, angel.” I take one out, snap it open, and roll it on in record time. Her blush reminds me to dial back my mounting aggression. I’m the kinda guy who needs to be in charge at all times, but I’m gonna let her stay on top, let her explore.

She climbs on and rubs my cock over her entrance, then lifts up and takes me deep.

I hold her hips and thrust up, forgetting to let her lead. “That’s good, baby. That’s so good. This is your second duty. And there’ll be others. A whole lot of others.” I’m controlling her completely, pulling her over my cock as I thrust up to meet her with each glide. Her tits bounce with each thrust, her hair shakes and swings.

“Like what?” She sounds breathless.

“All kinds of things. Anything Daddy orders you to do. If I say text me a picture of your breasts, you take the fucking pic. If I tell you to take off your clothes and wait on your knees for me when I get home, I’d better find you that way.”

“Or else you’ll spank me?” She’s rocking hard now, making little cries as she pants.