Mafia Daddy (Vegas Underground 4)

She’s not tied to Nico Tacone anymore.

That means she’s free.

Right?

I capture the back of her head and go in for more kissing. Her lips are soft and giving, her body molds to mine.

I don’t know why, but I have to know more about the men. I’m jealous as fuck just knowing guys have seen her dressed like this.

I press her back on the bed, falling over her, still fucking her mouth with my tongue. I pin her wrists above her head and come up for air. “How many men, Jenna? Just tell me.”

She frowns, her forehead wrinkling up in an adorable scowl. “I told you—none.”

I can’t quite breathe. “None here? Or none… ever?”

She gets smaller before my eyes and I feel like the biggest stronzo on Earth for diminishing her. As much as it inspires my dominant, protective instincts, I like seeing her in her sexual power. “None, ever,” she mutters.

My chest tightens. Cazzo. Despite her oozing sexuality, Jenna Pachino is an innocent.

I kiss her again, tender this time.

And then I force myself off her. Because I’m sure as hell going to make her first time good, not some drunken hookup that she might regret tomorrow. I scoop my arms under her shoulders and knees and slide her up on the bed and under the covers.

She smiles up at me, but when I pull the covers up to her chin, she frowns. “What are you doing?”

“Putting you to bed, tesoro mio.”

She sits up and reaches for me. “Aren’t you coming?”

I step out of her reach, because, fuck, if I let her touch me, I’m going to be in that bed in a half-second. “Believe me, bambi, there’s nothing more I want than to be pounding between those legs until you can’t walk straight tomorrow, but I’m not going to.” Her eyes rounded when I spoke crudely, but the way her lips part is an invitation. “I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’ve been drinking.”

She climbs out of the bed and holds my gaze, pulling her tiny top—essentially a handkerchief held on with two threads—over her head. She isn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts bounce invitingly.

Fuck. I’ve had a lot of women, but I’ve never seen a body that compares to Jenna Pachino’s. But she’s always done it for me, hasn’t she? Of course I have to have a hard-on for the don’s only daughter. I stumble back, out of reaching distance.

She climbs out of the bed and sheds the rumpled skirt next.

“Enough!” I snap when she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her G-string. “Don’t fucking cock-tease me, baby. Not when I’ve been shouting your name while I beat off since before you were out of your dad’s house.” I give my cock a hard squeeze over my pants. “Not when I’m trying to be a gentleman. You get that gorgeous ass of yours back in bed before I paint it red again.”

Excitement flares in her eyes at my threat, which comes as a relief, because I’ve been feeling like an asshole for taking liberties punishing her already.

She doesn’t stop, though. She steps forward and loops her arms around my neck, rubbing those hard nipples against my chest.

“I mean it,” I growl, but my voice comes out raspy. I grab her panties by the back string and pull up, threading them against her crack in the back, pulling taut over her clitty in the front.

Her moan nearly makes me lose it. She pants, head falling back, fingernails scoring the back of my neck.

“Aw, bambi, you keep making noises like that and I’m gonna end up fucking you standing. Right here, right now.”

She lifts one leg, as if to line her pussy up with my throbbing dick, and I yank up on her G-string again.

“I think you need a lesson in obedience.”

She pants in audible, moany little breaths.

“You gonna get in that bed—” she shakes her head as I speak, “—or do I have to spank you again?”

She nods.

Cazzo. Do I have the control for this?

I seriously doubt it.

To take things down a notch, I lead her over to the sofa, where I sit and pull her over my lap.

“Mmm.” I swear to Christ, she starts humping it.

Jenna Pachino is fucking killing me.

She’s turned the wrong way, which means I have to use my left hand to spank her. It’s probably a good thing, because her ass is still pink from the slaps I laid down earlier.

“You need your ass smacked by me?” I ask. Her ass is delicious to spank—round, muscular, perfect. The perky cheeks flatten and bounce back with each slap.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Say yes, Daddy.” I don’t even know where I’m getting this shit. I’m dominant, yeah. I’ve always been the kinda guy who takes charge in the bedroom. I like to hold them down, even tie them up, and fuck hard.