Captain Price who indulges his little darling too often that she has become a little spoiled, always expecting his attention instead of respecting that he is also a busy man who has a squad to lead, protect and fight alongside.
The last thing he needs is a bratty attitude from you because you're whining for his attention that has been off of you all of fifteen minutes, pawing at him and whining that you're bored and want his cock... "pretty please, Daddy?"
Cue to a moment later where his laptop is slammed shut, you on top of it atop his desk as he's slamming his hips into you, fat cock splitting apart your slick cunt as he glares down at you with a disdainful look...
"Couldn't wait until I was finished aye?" He sneered at the babbling response you'd give, eyes teary and glazed over.
"Just couldn't wait for yer' Daddy's cock that you had to be a brat huh?" He'd reach around and stuff your mouth with three thick, calloused fingers as his hips pumped against your ass, stretching you on his cock as you drooled around his fingers.
He fucked you like that for another ten minutes, edging you so you wouldn't find release but he did; his cock spurting rope after hot rope of sticky white load deep into your pussy... afterwards you were plopped onto the floor at his feet, sobbing and sniffling and made to wait until he finished his work quietly and maybe then he'd let you cum.
"Which one" Stepping out of your shared closet, you look down at your outfit (for story purposes I chose the outfit) short black skirt and a grey sweatshirt. Holding two pairs of high knee socks you hold them out in front of you.
"The white one, Engel." He smiles at you, making grabby hands from his spot at the end of your shared bed. Walking towards him you toss the two pairs of socks next to him before climbing into his lap. Smiling sweetly up at him before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm almost done," you smile at him once more before pressing another kiss on his cheek. He settles you in his lap so now your bum is on resting on his thighs and siting forwards. He grabs the pair of white socks before lifting your leg up and putting the long sock on. After putting both socks on he taps your thigh.
"Go get your shoes for me, Schatz" Sliding off his lap and onto the floor, you walk back to your shared clothes. Walking back to him with the shoes in hand, he takes them, setting them next to his thigh. Picking you up and settling you back on his lap once more. Lifting your foot up, he leans over putting your shoe on and tying it before doing the same for your other foot.
"Thank you," giving him a kiss on the lips before sliding off his lap. Standing in front of him, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him to you.
"Of course, Schatz" he kisses your lips before standing to his full height. Back to him towering over you his hand pats your head before running his fingers through your hair.
"Come," his hand grabs your much smaller one, dragging you out of your room and into your living room. Grabbing the keys off of the counter he leads you to the front door, opening it for you. As you past by him and outside just in front of the door he kiss the top of your head.
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18+, explicit smut read. All specific warnings available on AO3. Sexy Sonny Corleone gifs only available on Tumblr chapter uploads.
“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of power balancing your marriage with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.
Chapter 1 – La Famiglia Giordano [AO3] / [Tumblr].
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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I’m sorry but this grill the grid was so funny cause one hand you have Lando just calm, totally just accepting his fate and asking “heh?” for every letter and in stark contrast you have Charles on the brink of a menty b forgetting every single person he’s ever met and possibly his own name.
Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012
My heart is full and my soul is healing! 😭❤️
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