Deception (Mafia Daddies #3)

Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Hallie

R occo pulls out of me, leaving a sticky trail of cum dripping from me, and before I can slip off the bike, he spins me around. “Hold on to the handles, I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

I glance over my shoulder while my hands scramble to find the handles. My lips part in awe of him as he steps up to straddle the bike while he fists his cock. Our combined cum drips from his cock, and I squirm with my ass up in the air. The man is bad boy personified, with tattoos creeping out of the top of his white T-shirt, leather jacket, and his ripped jeans around his thighs as he positions his thick, veiny cock to my pussy. Throw in the blood smeared on his cheek from his punctured lip, and I submit with ease.

“Push back on me, Hallie. Show Daddy how much you want this thick cock to fill you.” He fists himself, bucking into his hand wildly, and desire flows from me. “Hallie!” he bites out as the muscles on his neck coil tight.

“I want to fuck my cum back into you, Hal.”

Oh Jesus, that’s hot. “Please, please. Daddy.”

He bites into his bottom lip, and his nostrils flare as he points his cock toward me. “That’s it, fucking beg, Little Red.”

“I want it.” I push back so the tip of his cock grazes my crack. Then he delivers a sharp slap to my bare ass cheek. “Fucking greedy slut.”

I push back again. “Yes. Greedy for you, Daddy. I want it to stretch me.”

A guttural groan leaves his lips, and his free hand lands on my spine. With my ass up in the air, he agonizingly slowly pushes inside me, my pussy still swollen.

“Good. So fucking good.” He hisses as he slides inside. “So. Fucking. Good.”

He wraps one hand around my hair like a rein, and when he bottoms out, his boots crunch against the gravel as he widens his stance. Then he rears back and surges forward again and again.

“I’m doing it, Hal. I’m fucking my cum deep inside you.” The growl in his tone makes me arch my back in pleasure.

Spittle lands on my ass, and my lips part when his thumb grazes over my forbidden hole, and I tense up.

“You’re mine!” He pushes it inside with no further warning, and before I can protest to the burn taking place inside me, he moves his thumb in motion with his cock, and instead of feeling any discomfort, a wave of pleasure swirls inside me at the fullness.

“You like that?”

He slams inside me again.

“You like feeling my thumb in your tight little ass?”

His thrusts become violent.

“You’re mine to play with, Little Red.”

Stars float in front of my eyes as pleasure consumes me.

“Yours,” I whisper as his warmth spreads through me.

“My little red.”