Deception (Mafia Daddies #3)

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Rocco

H er reaction is priceless. She’s conflicted; I can see it and practically smell the confliction she’s emitting, and I swell with pride over it. Fear flickers in her eyes, and I delight in the reaction. It makes my cock hard. I will prove to her that where I’m concerned, she should have none.

My poor little red is stunned, panicking, and no doubt punishing herself because she wants me.

I’ve read her text messages; each one she sends Sharna, craving me as much as I crave her, and now that she finally gets me, she knows she shouldn’t want me. A double-edged sword so sharp it’s slicing her morals down the middle.

Slowly, like dealing with a coiled snake, I remove her fingers from her mouth, and holding them in my hand sends a flood of arousal leaking into my boxers.

My cock has been perpetually hard all morning, and I want nothing more than to slide into her wet little pussy, delivering the final part of my plan.

Then I move our hands toward her pencil skirt, the one I spent the lesson avoiding. Knowing everyone gets to witness my girl’s assets had me teetering on the edge, but I remained in control.

“Ro—”

“Shh, you don’t want me to tell anyone about us, do you?”

Her face pales, and a sob catches in her throat as she shakes her head.

“Then let me play,” I say with a warning glare. “Let me show you how good these little fingers can work in my hand. Let me guide you to your little cunt, Hal.” Her breath hitches, spurring me on, and I lick my lips as I move our hands beneath the fabric and trail them up toward her panties.

“Roc—” I slice my gaze toward hers, and she snaps her mouth shut.

“Good girl. Let me show you.” I graze the lace of her panties, and her free hand falls against my T-shirt as I guide her fingers toward her wet pussy. She twists her hand into the material, clinging to me as I use her fingers to stroke over her wet pussy lips. “Be a good girl, Little Red, and let me play with you.” I work over her clit, stroking back and forth. “Let me play with my girl’s dripping pussy. Let me make you feel good.”

Her eyes become hooded, and I swear I feel her need for me in my balls, the ache in them bordering on painful.

“Ple…” I encourage her to press on her clit while my thumb moves toward her hole, and my body preens in the wetness gathering there. I pump it inside her, and her nails dig into my chest as I curve my digit to hit the spot that drives her wild.

“You beg so beautifully, Little Red,” I whisper against her hair. “Come on Daddy’s hand, coat him with your cum, Little Red.”

She chokes on her scream as she buries her face into my T-shirt. Her small pussy clings to my thumb, and I barely hang on long enough to see her through her orgasm.

The sound of students outside of the door has her becoming rigid at my touch, and I have no choice but to pull back, pissed when she blows out a heavy sigh.

Bringing my thumb to my mouth, I make a show of sucking her sweet pussy juice from me, and our eyes remain connected as the sexual longing fills the air.

“I’m coming for you, Little Red. You’re mine.” I wink as I pick my backpack up off the floor. Her eyes burn a hole in my back as I head for the door, with my cock as hard as granite, but I choose to ignore it. Pretty fucking soon, I will live inside her pussy.

I slip my fingers into my mouth, and the taste of her essence spikes my obsession as I make a detour toward the parking lot. If I can’t come inside my woman, I can make sure I come in her proximity.