Mafia Daddy’s Smart Little by Mary Potter

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jennifer

For the next three weeks, I went on dates with Holland Kennedy.

He was incredibly fun to be with. I loved everything about him. I loved the way he tried to make me happy.

Laurel thought I was beginning to forget my true goal and she was right. The only reason I had tried to get close to Holland was to make him fall in love with me so I could get his money and then dump him.

That was what I had been up to the last few years, going out with rich men because of what they had to offer–money. I was never in it for sex or commitment. I had the alluring looks, so it wasn’t that hard to get them.

But, it was starting to feel different with Holland. Every day I spent with him was remarkable. It was as though I didn’t want it to end, this affection toward him.

Holland called me every night before I went to bed and every morning as soon as I woke up. He always had interesting things to say. He made me so happy that my father took notice.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked one morning as we both got ready for work. “Are you going to tell me his name?”

I smiled, “No.”

Holland brought up the subject of sex on our tenth date. I had been waiting for him to ask. To be honest, every night that I crawled into bed, I always imagined Holland there making passionate love to me. But I didn’t want to rush things.

“That sounds exciting,” I had told him, my cheeks flushed with genuine delight.

Holland took a bite out of his burger. “Then let’s meet tomorrow night. My apartment.”

“Good,” I smirked. “And I have something special to reveal.”

Holland raised an eyebrow in question, “Do you want to tell me?”

“Not now. You’ll find out tomorrow.”

My special revelation turned out to be a particular sex play I loved. When I slept with men, I always asked them to dominate me. Sex was better that way.

It was much easier to reach orgasm with my partner taking control of my body. That was what I asked Holland to do. He loved it.

When I got into his apartment, Holland stayed in the living room while I got dressed.

Holland whistled as I walked into the living room. He couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts tucked in the dress

“Hey, daddy, wanna spank this ass?”

“Oh,” Holland replied, rising to his feet like a man under a spell. “I want to spank a lot of things.”

“Then make me feel good,” I said, trailing a tongue over my lips.

Holland immediately began to strip naked. When he pulled down his pants, my eyes widened at the length of his dick. He seemed to enjoy the look on my face.

“You’re going to get fucked, baby,” he said.

He carried me into the bedroom, placing me gently on the bed as he cuffed my hands behind me. Then Holland shoved his cock on my face.

“Slurp me, princess.”

I obeyed, taking his penis in my mouth. He filled me almost immediately, the tip of his dick touching the entrance to my throat. As I blew him, Holland groaned under me.

I felt him trembling and it increased my elation. His groans were like music to my ears.

Holland soon pushed his dick down my throat, causing me to gag. As soon as he heard me do that, he pulled out.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, daddy. I love it.”

After a few minutes of intense oral sex, he uncuffed me and cuffed me back to the bedpost. He spread my legs and stared longingly at my pussy.

“Suck me, daddy,” I begged. “Please.”

He acquiesced and planted his tongue in my vagina. A moan slipped out of me as soon as he made contact. Holland was good. Every touch sent me into ecstasy.

Then he started to finger me. I could feel two of his fingers in me, working my walls and driving me to orgasm.

“Don’t stop!” I screamed.

When Holland was done, he grabbed my butt cheeks, slightly raised me, and plunged his dick in me. The first entry made me gasp but as he tried to pull out, I pressed my thighs against him.

“Don’t.”

He didn’t. Holland stayed inside, thrusting in and out as my eyes rolled in my head from the pleasure. His fingers dug into my buttocks at the same time, driving me to completion.

As he reached orgasm, Holland pulled out of me and let out his load on my belly button. When he uncuffed me, I reached for his semen, scooped some, and licked it off my fingers.

“You want to go another round?” He asked me as we laid side by side, breathing heavily.

“That would be lovely.”

I was grateful to be sharing my body with him. This man wasn’t like the others I had scammed.

I wanted to keep him forever and I hoped he felt the same way.