Strong Mafia Daddy by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER FIVE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zoe

I couldn’t remember the last time I slept so well as I did in Tony’s house. It was warm and quiet, unlike my old apartment. I could hear everything from the street, neighbors, and roommates because the walls were thin. Sometimes I would sleep with a winter hat on to keep my ears warm.

But at Tony’s place, everything was peaceful and quiet. I wasn’t worried about Tony barging in on me in the middle of the night to have his way with me. He would have done that already if that had been his plan.

How would I even react if he tried it? Would I be upset? Or would I enjoy it? He was terrifying but sexy at the same time. No man had ever touched me that way before. The thought of Tony doing so sent a thrill of excitement through me.

My hand traveled down to my underwear. I slipped my fingers inside my panties to feel my wet pussy. I imagined Tony touching me there. He would smile. “Good girl, being all wet for me,” he would say. “You want me, don’t you?”

I whimpered and nodded as I stroked my clit.

“Good girl.”

I imagined him leaning down to kiss me as he slipped a finger inside me. “You’re all wet for Daddy,” he growled in my ear. “You want Daddy’s big cock inside you, don’t you?”“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

“That’s a good girl. Beg for it. Beg for Daddy’s big cock.”“Please, Daddy. I want your cock. Please. Put it inside me.”

I imagined him thrusting into me over and over as I climaxed. I turned my head to stuff my face into the pillow to muffle my moans as I came.

As I recovered from my orgasm, I closed my eyes, feeling myself shake from the effects. “Fuck,” I whispered. I couldn’t possibly want a mob boss as my Daddy. Could I?