“Jesus,” I hear John whisper as Lacy tenses and cries out.
She cums so pretty as the flush goes all the way down her body, and I feel a rush of release coat my fingers. I lap it up, and when I take my fingers out, I lick them clean too. She’s messy and wet, but I smile as I sit her up and claim her mouth in a kiss.
My tongue pushes past her lips, and she moans when she tastes her release on me. I grab her around the waist and then slide her off the table to take a seat next to mine. She’s so warm, and some of the hairs around her face cling to her cheek before I brush them away.
“You did so well,” I say as I lean forward and kiss her forehead. Fuck, she’s perfect. I can’t blame her father for his obsession with her. She is unlike anything in this world.
“Here we go!” her mother announces as she comes into the room and places drinks on the table.
I watch as she sets a glass of milk in front of Lacy, who takes a drink and then looks at me over the top.
“Thank you,” she whispers, and I’m pretty sure she’s talking to me and not her mother.
John clears his throat, and I see his upper lip is now sweaty too. He takes a shaky breath as he wipes it away and then looks over at his wife. “Dinner,” he barks at her, and she smiles brightly before exiting the dining room.
“Let’s get this over with,” he says before quickly glancing away from Lacy. “You can have dinner and then take her with you.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” My voice is ice cold, and I’m surprised when I feel Lacy’s hand on my thigh.
“No, not at all,” John is quick to say. “I just mean this isn’t necessary.”
I’m head of the organized crime family in this city, and with one snap of my finger, twenty men would rush into this room and take his head off if I felt like it. He’s lucky I’m allowing him to breathe the same air as my girl.
I move my hand on top of Lacy’s and give it a little squeeze. “Oh but I think it is. I think you’ve forgotten the position you’re in, and I’m going to remind you that nothing is beyond my reach.”
Taking Lacy’s hand, I move it between my legs so she can feel how hard I am. Her breath hitches, and I smirk at John as I start to undo my belt.
“And then you’ll always remember who is in charge.”
Chapter Three
CORANO
“Come over here and straddle me, little one,” I say to Lacy and touch her cheek. She watches as I pull my cock out and stroke it a few times. Without hesitating, she gets up, and I turn her around to face her father as she spreads her legs over mine. “That’s it, good girl.”
My cock is so fucking hard it’s pointing up at her cunt and straining to get inside. I gently guide her hips until she’s hovering over the blunt head, and I see cum already leaking out and rolling down my shaft.
“Fuck, her teenage pussy is going to be so easy to get pregnant,” I say, and I hear John making a choking sound.
The warm, wet opening of her slit glides over my tip, and I penetrate her virgin cunt. Inch by inch she lowers and then raises up. I look over and watch John as she moves slowly up and down my dick, trying to take it all.
“I’m just too fucking big for her, I guess,” I say to John, and his fist is clenched so tightly I see the white of his knuckles.
“I’ll take it,” Lacy whispers, and I rub her back.
“I know you will, little one. You’re my good girl.” She does as she promises and slides down even farther. “Right there, baby. Pop your cherry on Daddy’s dick.”
Lacy goes all the way down on my cock in one quick drop, and then she cries out. My dick strains in the confines of her tight little hole, and I wrap my arms around her. My fingers move between her lips and circle around her clit to try and take the sting away, but knowing my cock was the first one she’s had makes me start to leak more cum.
“I’ve made a few things for us to sample,” Lacy’s mom says as she comes back in with a tray of food like everything is perfectly normal.
John takes the opportunity to down his drink in one large gulp and then slides it back to her. “Another,” he orders, and she blinks at him before nodding.
“Of course, dear.” She looks over at Lacy and me and down at my almost empty drink. “Can I get you another, Mr. Corano?”