Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,99

“You get more men.”

“I don’t need them. What I need is your blessing to fight Abram.”

The doors opened.

She strolled off. Her ass was perfect in that tight dress. I wanted to scream and fuck her all at the same time. But more than anything, every part of me yearned to rip that garment off her.

Good choice on the outfit, mysh, I can barely concentrate.

She walked towards the limo.

Our driver opened the door.

My cock hardened at the idea of being alone with her soon.

She climbed in.

I followed and shut the door.

As soon as the limo sped off, she pulled the arm of her dress off and slipped the other side down too.

What is she doing?

Further pulling the dress down, she exposed a black lace bra.

Groaning, I yanked her into my arms.

She shrieked. “You’re crazy.”

“You think you’re going to spoil me with a nice dinner and then give me that sweet pussy? Hmmm. And with that, you think everything will be fine?”

She pulled the dress down a little more. “I wasn’t sure if I would fuck you just yet.”

“You will.” I drank in the sight of those full breasts in the lace bra.

She gave me a wicked smile. “Maybe, if you improve your attitude.”

“I will fuck you. More important, with what you did today, you think you won’t be punished?” I let her go.

She scooted away.

Now, you know I’m not playing around.

Instead of apologizing or saying anything, she pulled her dress down to her hips, lifted up from the seat, and yanked the dress down to her ankles.

I stifled a lusty groan.

No. We’re better than this. Show her who’s running things.

I took steady breaths in and out, doing my best to not fall into her trap.

Just one look and then we talk.

Emily’s body was perfection. Not skinny. Lots of curves. I gazed at those large, voluptuous breasts and then directed my view to the tiny panties.

My cock stirred, begging to bust out of my pants.

She turned her wicked eyes my way. “Do you forgive me?”

“You’re pussy won’t solve every situation, mysh.”

She quirked her brows. “No?”

“No,” I growled.

Leaning over, she began to pull her dress back up.

I snatched it back down to her ankles. “Get on your knees.”

“Why? Shouldn’t we talk this through?”

“I’m going to stuff your mouth with my cock.”

“Then, you have to say that you forgave me.”

“I don’t.” I shook off my suit jacket and placed it onto the floor. “Get on your knees. Rest them on my jacket. I want you comfortable, when I put my cock deep in your throat.”

She lowered to the ground and got on her knees, placing them on my jacket.

“Bad little mouse.” I was hungry to feel her mouth on my length. My cock pushed against my pants with the memory of the last time she sucked me off. My eyes locked on her tongue as she licked her lips. My cock grew harder.

“I’m sorry, Kaz, but I was safe.”

“You avoided my men and rushed off to a drug house and shot up the place.”

“And with not one scratch.” She grabbed the top of my pants, unbuttoned them, and pulled the zipper down. She hooked her fingers beneath the waist of my pants and dragged them down, along with my boxer briefs. My cock sprang free, aching for the heat of her mouth.

She moved closer to my cock.

I stopped her. “You make no move against Abram without talking to me.”

“Do you want updates, or me to get your approval first?”

“Which answer will keep my cock going into your mouth?”

“I’m fine with updating you.” She kissed the tip.

I moaned.

She got ready to suck me off again.

I held her head. “You update me. And when something goes down, Pavel and David help.”

“And who will have your back?”

“Let me worry about that.” I pulled her head closer to my cock, unable to stop the inevitable—my getting lost within her passion.

When she wrapped her mouth around my length, she owned me. There was nothing I could do about that.

“Fuck, mysh.” I watched my cock disappear into her hot, greedy mouth. She almost swallowed me whole. I hissed as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.

With that hot, wet mouth, she pulled back, gently sucking the mushroom tip and licking every inch.

“What would I do without you, mysh?” I threaded my fingers in her long black hair, holding her head in place, so I could thrust deeper into her mouth. With her hand, she encircled my cock at the base, moving to her own rhythm.

Her cadence