His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 26

Mirriella pov

I did as he asked. I danced for him.

When the music finished playing, another song came on. Instead of dancing on the pole like before, I walked over to him and straddled his lap.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he placed his hands loosely on my hips.

"You wanted me to dance for you. Did you not?" I asked as I slowly started to grind down on him.

"I think clothing needs to be removed."

"You're right. It does." I said as I brought my hands up to take off his suit blazer and shirt.

I took them off and threw them somewhere in the room. The lights had yet to come back on, but the spotlight on the pole had shut down and the LED lights that lined the room had come on, in a pale red colour.

"That's a bit better." I said as I ran my finger down his chest.

"This should come off." He said as he took his hand to my back to undo the bra I was wearing.

I finished taking it off for him and threw it behind me. I moved my hands down to his suit pants, which had some tension in them now, and undid the button and zip. He lifted his hips and pulled them down his legs.

"Take those off." He pointed to my thong.

I stood up off of his lap and pulled them down my legs. I stepped out of them, leaving me in just the thigh high socks and and heels.

"Perfect." He said as he stood up.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and walked me back until the back of my legs hit the table. He pushed me to lay down on it. He ran his finger down from the bottom of the long scar to my lower stomach.

He pulled his boxers off and stood out of them. He moved closer to my body, and spat onto my entrance. He brought his tip to my entrance and thrusted in harshly. He wrapped my legs around his waist and continued to thrust.

"Oh fuck." I moaned as I felt my walls contract from the sudden movement.

"You're so fucking tight." He groaned as he slowed his thrusts slightly to give my body time to adjust and relax slightly.

That didn't last long when he lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder and continued to thrust into me at a harsh pace. His thrusts were hard and full, almost his whole length was in.

He pulled me to sit up properly and my leg moved off of his shoulder. He wrapped my legs around his waist again as he picked me up, still thrusting. He moved so my back was against the wall and he continued to thrust up.

His grip went from my lower back to my ass to hold me up and give me support. He started to kiss and suck on my neck, creating a purple mark. The sensation of his tongue running along my skin and the vigorous attack on my g-spot left me incapable of speaking, and on the verge of an intense orgasm.

"Mmh fuck. Can I cum?" I moaned as I felt my walls start to spasm uncontrollably.

"Yes." He groaned as I felt his cum coat my insides.

I came around as my legs started to shake. My hearing had gone, and in replace was a simple ringing. For a few seconds my head had gone fuzzy, and my vision went blurry from the amount of pleasure that was coursing it's way up my body.

"Oh, you didn't think we were done did you?" He asked as he walked over to the couch. He sat down with him still inside me. "I want to see what you can do. So why don't you bounce for me princess?" He asked as he leant back on the chair.

I started to bounce on him slowly as he watched. My legs were numb, and I wasn't quite sure how I could still do this, but I did. He tried to grip my hips to make me go faster, but that just caused me to completely stop and slap his hands away.

"You want to see what I can do?" I asked as I started to slowly rock my hips, grinding onto him instead of bouncing. "Then don't try and fucking change it. If you want me to bounce, I'll fucking bounce, but keep your patience." I instructed as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Who knew such a pretty girl could talk so dirty? Go on then kitten. I won't touch." He said as he moved his hands to behind his head.

I started to bounce on him again, this time I had more feeling in my legs and could move faster. I watched as he threw his head back and had to squeeze his hands together to fight the urge to grip onto my hips. I moved my hands onto his shoulders to help steady myself slightly as I continued to bounce on him.

"Oh fuck, you're good at this." He moaned.

"Mmh, yes fuck." I moaned as I sped up.

I felt myself get close again. He was twitching non stop and so I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. I tended my muscles and brought him to his climax before releasing myself. I rode out both of our highs before standing up and wobbling over to my dress and underwear.

"Now, who said you could cum?" He asked as he stood up and walked over to his clothes.

"I was in control, so who the fuck said that you could cum sweetheart?" I shot back at him.

"I'd watch your fucking tone if I were you, because if you aren't careful, I'll have you begging. But it won't be for you to cum, it'll be for me to stop. I'll have you cumming so many times you won't even be able to register your own fucking name." He whispered in my ear as he wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing lightly causing the veins in his arms to tense.

"Yes daddy." I teased.