Deception (Mafia Daddies #3)

Hallie

I’ve never come so hard in my life. The way Rocco looks at me like I’m his everything is all-consuming and renders me speechless. His gaze devours me as if absorbing every inch of me, and the way his body vibrates beneath my touch makes me feel powerful, like I own a part of him that needs me so desperately it eats away at him.

The undercurrent that ran between us became catalytic. An explosion of senses when we finally collided, leaving me draping over his chest. He nuzzles into my hair and breathes in, almost as if memorizing me, and even that thought brings me warmth. I made a man so intoxicated with me he’s become feral, giving me confidence I’ve never felt until today, especially when my ex left me feeling so beneath him and unworthy.

“Fuck, that didn’t last as long as I hoped for.” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, I have plenty of stamina to keep me going.” I smile into his chest, then squeal when he flips me over and tears my panties from me. His thick cock is still hard, and I hadn’t realized that was a possibility until now.

He thrusts his hips forward, making my tits jiggle, and his eyes peruse my body, from my face down to where we’re connected. “Fuck, look at us, Little Red. You’re so full of me.”

I bite into my lip and lean up on my elbows to stare down. Seeing him rooted so deep inside me has all my inhibitions flying out the window as my pussy clenches around him.

“You like that, huh, my cock deep inside you?” As he rolls his hips, I fall back onto the pillow, and he lifts my arms above my head, holding my wrists together at the headboard. He pulls his cock almost all the way out, then slams inside me so forcefully I wince at the bite of pain coming from his thickness hitting my womb.

“Jesus.” I whimper.

His lips tip up into a smirk. “I can feel my cum trickling out of your pussy.” He slams inside me again. “It feels so damn good knowing I can come in you.”

My body stills, and he chuckles. “Don’t worry, Little Red. I’m clean. My cock has been waiting for you.” I nod, drunk on his control. His pace picks up, and all I can do is lift my hips in time, meeting him thrust for thrust as arousal zips through me.

“Rocco. Feels. So. Good,” I cry out between each slam of his wonderfully powerful hips. The tattoo-covered muscles contract with each thrust, and I make a mental snapshot of the vision before me.

Hotness personified.

“Fuck, yes.” He grinds his hips. “Scream for me, Little Red. Scream for Daddy to fill you.” Using the word daddy is so hot and forbidden that my pussy is contracting around him. His warm cum drips from me, and all I can think about is him gifting me with more. His hips slam against me harder this time, grinding against my throbbing clit, and I explode around him. White lights dance before my eyes as my screams of pleasure fill the room.

“Daddy, please …”

“Holy. Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth as his pace stutters and his cock expands deep inside me, sending me further over the edge than ever before. My vision blurs, and he continues to move above me. Sweat coats his forehead, and I itch to push back his hair, to witness the ferocity of his face as euphoria overtakes him, but I’m powerless, simply a broken sail for his ship as we float into the abyss.

His warmth continues to fill me as he draws out his orgasm with short snaps of his hips, then he falls beside me and tugs me onto his chest. His heart races beneath me, and I melt into his tenderness. “Fuck, so damn good, Little Red.” The reverence in his words sends a shock wave of confidence through me. My hand trails over the abundance of tattoos covering his abs, and I decide I want to go further and leave a mark on him as much as he is on me.

This night will be ingrained in my mind forever, and I intend to make sure he never forgets his little red.

I place kisses over his chest, delighting in the way his heartbeat kicks against my lips, then I slink down his body.

“Fuckkk,” he pants as he lifts his hips, thrusting his wet cock toward me. “Are you going to taste yourself on me?” His filthy words send a flash of desire through me, and I become drunk on his lust, determined to show him as much passion as he’s shown me.

“I’m going to lick my daddy’s cock clean.” I smile, and a thrill zips up my spine at how his eyes become hooded. The choked noise coming from his throat has me rubbing my wet thighs together.

“Yeah?” he pants.

I nod against the perfect V leading to the smattering of closely trimmed hair surrounding his cock, then dart my tongue out to follow the route. “Then I’m going to suck all around here.” My hand finds his sack, and I squeeze it, causing his lips to part and a breathy moan to escape him. “And I’m going to lick up here.” My hand travels up his silky length. “And clean here for you.” I swipe my thumb over his swollen head, and he flinches.

“Fuck, Little Red. If you keep tormenting me, I’m going to face-fuck you so goddamn hard it’s going to hurt.” His teeth grind, and I grin.

“Mmm.” I lick up his length and swirl my tongue around the head, tasting myself on the tip. A shudder racks through him while I pump him faster on each upstroke, and his fists coil into the sheets, allowing me the time to explore.

“Fuck. Wrap those lips around me, Little Red.” He lifts his hips. “Lick Daddy’s slit nice and clean with your little tongue.” His fingers tangle in my hair, and I know he’s losing control when he thrusts into my mouth and his legs twitch. “Ah, fuck.” His groan resonates in my core.

He’s done letting me play and wants to take back the little control he gave me. I stare into his eyes as I slide his cock into my open mouth. The gray of his eyes darkens, and his abs become solid as I fit as much of his cock in as possible without choking.

Then he pushes farther, hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag, and he smirks.

“Breathe, baby, breathe through your nose.” He holds me in place with a hand at the back of my head, and stills while I do as he asks, then he inches farther inside. “Fuck. Fuck, it’s so damn good, .” His free hand grips the sheets while he raises his hips, then he withdraws, giving me a chance to catch my breath before he slams back in.

“Fuck,” he growls, as I choke at the way he powers into my mouth. “So”—he lifts his hips and pushes my head down—“damn”—I gag as his fingers pinch my scalp and tears roll down my face—“good.” He erupts, filling my mouth with his cum as his sharp jaw falls open, and his heavy pants fill the room. “Fuckkk.”

And just like that, I realize, I own him too.