Semua Bab His Mafia Princess : Bab 71 - Bab 80

"We don't get to see him nearly enough since he moved to New York, so this is just… Tell me everything. Where was this one taken?" said my mom, urging Stacy to keep talking, much to the latter's joy. Not wanting to interrupt their spirited conversation, I got up and poured the coffee for us, setting it down in front of them. "You look like you had a lot of fun here. Were you out celebrating?" asked my mom, running her hands over a photo of Stacy and I at the first coffee shop Stacy worked at. I was just about to leave them be when Stacy pulled me into the conversation. "Hey, remember this one?" she said, tugging on my sleeve. "I remember every second with you, Stace. You'd never know it from how happy Stacy looks, but this is actually after she got fired," I said, laying my hands on her shoulders instead of going back to my seat. If I wasn't already in lo

Over forty minutes passed before Stacy finally came up to bed. By now I had calmed down significantly, certainly enough to drink her in. She was freshly showered and dropping a towel right in front of me. Her back was turned to me as she pulled our favorite tshirt over her head like I wasn't even there. She didn't ask to speak to me about what happened and I wasn't about to volunteer anything. Instead, I was dead set on getting my dick back into her. "You know, I wasn't cool in high school, so I never fucked anyone in this bed. We should do something about that," I said, waiting for her to turn on me and demand I talk to her. Instead she gave me a cheeky look like nothing had happened downstairs and said, "Maybe if your room weren't sandwiched in between your mom's and Willow's. Fucking you at your sister's prom was bad enough. I am not fucking you in your family home like some—" "Like some what, baby?" I asked with a c

After she rode my dick and got a second load of come in her pussy, I held her like I always did. When she started kissing me a few minutes later, I thought it was harmless as she was probably exhausted by now, so I let it happen. Only when she put my hand between her legs and guided my fingers in her come soaked pussy did I speak. "What's happening?" I asked against her lips, slowly fingering her pussy. "This is called fucking, Scott," she sassed me, her hand grabbing my sensitive soft dick. "Baby you're exhausted and you've already been fucked three times tonight," I protested, but my fingers didn't leave her pussy anymore than hers stopped working my dick. I kept telling myself how innocent it all was. That she couldn't possibly want more than to fool around a little. Until her sultry voice said, "That's hardly anything. You didn't stop touching me in that hotel room" and she kissed her way down my bod

If I died after waking up next to him that morning, it'd have been with a smile on my face. We hadn't been asleep for nearly long enough, so I didn't know what I was doing with my eyes open, but I just couldn't keep them off him. "Time to get ready. Shower's free," said Willow, her fist pounding on the bedroom door, bringing me back to my senses. "Be right out," I said, right before he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. "Loud. Sleeping here," he mumbled into my hair. "I guess I'll go and shower first," I whispered, lying perfectly still as his warmth enveloped me while he spooned me. "Now you're just being a tease. Like I'm going to miss that," he said, coming alive slowly, nuzzling my neck. "We'll shower soon." "There absolutely will be no we in that shower. I'm fucking sore all over. Have some shame," I chastised him. "Like you did

An hour ago, we had no clue what to do after hearing about the manhunt. So I did the only thing I could think of. I called Grandpa Kendrick. And here we were, on a private jet, sipping champagne. Grandpa Kendrick insisted on having us picked up when he learned about our predicament. He said he will meet us at his estate in New York, where we would be his guests while he made arrangements for us to leave the country. It was a quick, no questions asked, call. I wondered if Jenny had called ahead to prepare him. "So Europe," I said, bringing up the topic of not just going on the run, but leaving the country. Scott set his glass down, turned to me and took my hands in his. "I need to be perfectly clear about something," he said, looking far too serious for my liking. I knew last night meant no more giving him outs in case he thought that meant I didn't want him. Of course, if he did