The Daddy and the Dom (Mafia Menage Trilogy 2)

His boot tapped my ankles, urging me to spread my legs wider for him. I complied, eager for him to join with me in the most intimate way possible.

“I don’t have a condom,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “But I’m clean. Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.” I’d gotten the shot a few months ago. I’d never had unprotected sex before, but I longed to feel Marco inside me, with no barrier between us. “Please, Daddy.” I arched my back, begging him with my body as well as my words.

“I like when you say my name, princess.”

I felt his cockhead pressing at my slick entrance, and I pushed back, welcoming him. His fingers curled into my hips, holding me securely in place as he slowly entered me, inch by delicious inch. My body stretched to accommodate him, my arousal intense enough to ease his way. When his balls finally hit my pussy lips, I felt wonderfully full.

He stayed still inside me for several long seconds, until I started squirming against him.

His palm cracked against my ass, and his hand tangled in my hair, pressing my head down so my cheek rested on the soft soil. I was trapped, pinned in place and rebuked. My inner muscles contracted around him as I realized how much bigger he was, how strong and powerful. I was helpless in his hands, but I knew he’d never do anything to hurt me.

My muscles fluttered around him, and he hissed in a breath. I felt his cock jerk inside me, and I whined my need. He had to move within me, he had to…

“Oh!” I cried out as his cockhead dragged over my g-spot.

“You like Daddy’s cock, babygirl?” he asked, the words rough with lust.

“Yes,” I cried out. “More, please.”

His grip on my hair shifted, tugging back. My head came up, his hold forcing me to arch against him. He drove back in, sinking impossibly deeper. I whimpered, and my fingers dug into the soil, scrambling for something to hold onto.

He started to take me faster, harder. With each thrust, pleasure lit up my system when he rubbed the sensitive spot at the front of my inner walls. The weight of his balls slapping against my lower lips only drove me higher.

“You’re so tight, princess. Daddy’s not going to last long.”

Keeping his hold on my hair with one hand, his other reached around me to find my clit. He rubbed it in a firm, circular motion. I screamed and shattered, my pussy contracting around him as my orgasm claimed me with ruthless force.

He let out a feral roar, rutting into me as his cock pulsed with his own pleasure. His cum lashed into me, branding me deep inside. Primal chemicals mingled inside me, increasing my bliss.

I cried out and thrust back toward him mindlessly as we both rode out our ecstasy. His grip on my hair tightened, lighting up my scalp with little bites of pain that made my whole body tingle.

He thrust in one last time, driving deep with a long groan. His cum dripped down my thighs, and I shuddered as the aftershocks of my orgasm sizzled through me.

We both came down slowly, breathing hard. Finally, he pulled out and lifted me up in his arms, holding me against his chest as he claimed my mouth again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, reveling in our connection. It didn’t feel strange anymore. It felt natural.

I’d thought this was wrong, but nothing had ever been more right.

Chapter Nine

Ashlyn

I sighed in contentment. After our intense sex in the conservatory, Marco had carried me upstairs and given me a bath. He’d washed and brushed my hair, telling me how sweet and beautiful I was in his deep, rumbling voice.

By the time Joseph returned home, I was completely relaxed, cuddled against Marco on the couch while we watched Arrested Development. Marco seemed to favor comedies, whereas Joseph enjoyed serialized dramas. I liked both, but I enjoyed snuggling up to them on the couch more than I cared about the show.

I beamed at Joseph when he joined us in the media room. He took one look at me cuddled in Marco’s arms and grinned.

“Did you have a good day, then, angel?” he asked, closing the distance between us. He sat on my other side, wrapping his arm around me and pressing a quick kiss against my lips.

“Wonderful, thanks,” I told him with genuine enthusiasm. “I’m glad you’re back.”

I’d loved my special day with Marco, but I’d missed Joseph. The way I needed him was different, but no less intense than the way I craved Marco. They both wanted to cherish me, in their own way. I could see that now. Marco needed my pure devotion, and Joseph needed my willing submission.

Marco’s drawing popped into my mind for the first time in several days. The image of Joseph looming behind me, binding me with rope, made my sex heat and my cheeks flush.