Marco p. o. v
Her pussy squeezes my dick like a vice and she cries out breathlessly.
“Get me jealous next time and I will punish you more severely.” My hands gliding towards the front of her body and capturing her nipples between my fingers.
I pinch them so hard that she yelps and her entire body jolts. Her nipples are hard as fuck and stiffen more as I roll them tantalizingly.
“Yes daddy.” She whispers back, her hips rock back and forth on my thighs and my cock twitches inside of her.
My mind shifted to another scene where I had taken her against the bathroom wall. The cold water bounce on my back as I shield her with my body, going in and out of her, supporting her right leg up for more opening.
My eyes were pinned to the movement of my cock disappearing in and out of her, visibly coated and slick with her arousal.
My abdomen clenched in warning, my balls tightening with the familiar sensation of an orgasm.
She feels fucking right and warm around me.
“Fuck,” I rasp under my breath when she purposely squeezes her walls around the head. “You better be as one as I am.”
She nods fervently, her harsh pant becoming louder. I drove into her faster until her butt was all but bouncing and the unmistakable sound of our skin slapping against each other drives me insane.
It hot as fuck and more torture when Zoey’s moans join the mixture and get louder with each thrust.
“Shit!” She curse and throws her head backward, that should be the first time I’m hearing curse and it did a good job at pushing me to the very edge. “Oh God, I’m going to cum.”
“Then fucking cum.” I growl slapping her butt, seconds away myself. My hands went back to her nipples to send her over the edge when I pinch and twist them, Zoey groans and follow it up with a gasp as her orgasm hits her.
“That’s it baby soak my dick with your juices.” She did and I cum right immediately filling her up.
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“Don…. Don..” I broke out of my daydream.
I can’t believe that I will be so love up and remembering our sex during the day. Zoey what have you done to me, what have you don’t to the Mafia don.
“What?” I look up at Matthew who was gazing at me with a frown perfectly scaring his face.
Of course, who wouldn’t be confused and concerned seeing their boss lost in thought for the first time.
“The jeweller called, the designs are ready.” Matthew informed.
Yes, jeweller you heard right.
I want to officially put a ring on that finger before get more pissed by those horny bastards that are trying to get my woman.
I’m taking the opportunity of her visit to Italy, I want to make it memorable for her.
I nod at him to leave, I will visit the jewelry store after. I’ve been visiting my businesses around, since I’m here and my unannounced visit is revealing a lot of shitty businesses going on behind me.
Just like the club I’m currently in waiting for the bastard I put in charge.
He’s already a dead man waiting for the final screw to confirm him dead for trying to double-cross me.
“Don.” He called rushing through the door, and
A dead meat just came into the hunter’s trap.
Zoey p. o. v
“Wow…” Isabella chipped, amazed at the sight. Even I am amazed and rendered speechless, the paints are extraordinary.
We are in a gallery opening, Rebecca originally invited only me for the even but since I have two personal leash that just won’t leave me alone, they tagged along.
“These paints are beautiful” I heard Camila comment.
“Absolutely breathtaking.” Isabella added, dazed.
I nod in agreement, I would be lying if I say these aren’t beautiful, I don’t even know the word to use for them.
“That’s a wonderful piece.” Someone commented beside, “Great taste.” He added with a nod.
I didn’t realise I was staring too deeply into the painting in front of me that I didn’t hear him come beside me.
It was a forest scenery, with great taste of green for the mountains, there’s a waterfall in the middle of the mountain. The water rushes off the mountain with immense speed, land on the river below hashly and creates waves.
A little boy sat at the other side of the mountain with a fish hook in his hand, obviously fishing.
“Yeah.” I moved to another painting leaving him there, for some reason I find him creepy even though I didn’t take a good look at him.
He seemed rich, from his expensive shoe to his suit but I didn’t want to stick around to get to know him more. I saw Rebecca talking with one of the attendant, but focus my attention to the painting in my front.
This one is of a mother and daughter holding hands and walking in a meadow garden, the evening sun gazing on them as they laugh happily.
“Zoey.” Rebecca called, “I spoke to the attendant and confirm there’s a private showroom for limited paintings, why not fill our eyes?” She suggested.
“Of course.” I chirped excited, if this session could feel this real I wonder how those limited paintings will be like.
“Let’s go then.” She smiled sweetly, “Camila, Isabella.” They both came over reluctantly not ready to tear the gaze from the paintings.
“There’s a room for limited editions.” I told them and that immediately lifted their spirits.
“So what are we still doing here, let’s go.” Isabella exclaimed.
We made our way upstairs with the guidance of the attendant, he led us to a door and held the door out for us. Rebecca was the first to enter, before Camila and Isabella pushed passed me and rushed in.
They both froze immediately they entered, they paintings most be really stunning then, something out of the world. I too rushed in only to stop dead in my tracks.
No, it wasn’t because the paintings was breathtaking, in fact there was no painting in sight.
But there is a chair and a desk occupied by the man that commented on the painting I was staring at.
There are two men standing behind him, another two on the window. The door closed shut brought my attention to it and there are two other men behind us, standing guard at the door.
We are trapped.