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Scott — Our night together pt 1
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"Now?" she complained with a pout, raising her hips to mine. "I haven't had come in my pussy for over three weeks, Scott." "Are you trying to get me to knock you up?" I asked with a chuckle, unable to resist a slow thrust into her just as the doorbell rang. "You do still have that implant in your arm, right?" "Fuck off. Put me down," she said, blushing scarlet red. "That's not a denial, Kendrick. Are you trying to trick me into marrying you?" I persisted in teasing her. Not telling my best friend that I was on the verge of proposing to her was really hard. She deserved the perfect proposal though. Not some half assed speech while I had her pinned up against the wall with my dick in her pussy. It was going to be a really long two weeks. "Such an asshole," she said, hastily pulling up her panties after I set her down on her feet. "Go get the fucking door while I heat up dinner." "Still not a denial," I said with a grin, watching her ass as she walked away. "Maybe you sho
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"I know. I don't know how your exes felt every time one of them saw my arms wrapped around you or found me in your bed, but if you're the bad guy, then so am I. Thing is, I couldn't really help it. I don't know if that makes us the same as your dad, but I regret nothing," she said, letting the words roll off her tongue guilt free while she ate her food. I didn't regret anything either. My memories with her were precious. That wasn't what I was asking. "Did I hurt you?" I asked in a small voice. "No baby, God no. I was in denial for so long, I had no idea how much I loved you. I just knew you needed to be in my life. Until you kissed me. After that, the very idea of you looking at someone else pissed me off. Marlene. Jenny. The waitress at the restaurant. The fucking coffee chick in France," she said with a laugh. I didn't know if she was being honest or just sparing my feelings, but she had to know. There was only her. Fuck, there should always only have been her. "From
Last Updated : 2025-03-22His Mafia Princess Scott — Our night together pt 4
"Baby, that's not a pussy. You can't just… oh shit. Apparently you can," I said, breathing deeply as she went to work getting me hard again. I was so sensitive, I nearly yanked her off my dick, but it was so hot watching her enjoy herself I couldn't make myself stop her. Once she had me good and hard for her again, she took my hand and showed me to the bedroom. "It's not fully furnished yet, but it has a bed, which is all we need for tonight," she said, kicking off her shoes and unzipping her dress. I followed suit, like the trained slave I had become. We didn't fuck that night. I really was too much of a needy bitch. I wanted to be close. To watch and kiss her as my dick slid lovingly in and out of her pussy. To touch and kiss every bit of her. She obliged me without protest, saying nothing of how fucking clingy I was being. "I love you, baby," she said, a serene look in her eyes as she tumbled into my arms after I rolled off her. "I love you too, Stace," I said, kissi
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Being a savant tortured me in therapy. The memories were so vivid, it was like it happened yesterday when I recanted it. Only it was worse for me than ordinary people. Most people's brains blocked traumatic shit out the moment it happened. Not mine though. I remembered fucking everything. The smell of gun powder and blood in the air. The sight of grown men drowning before my eyes. The unmistakable sound of death when a bullet left the chamber. The bloodlust I developed as a child despite my resistance. I didn't want to go around killing people, but I wouldn't hesitate if I needed to. Another constant reminder of Don Angelo. Then there was the power I felt as Don Angelo's daughter and heir. After therapy came the sickening feeling that that was ever me. The remorse and guilt. The shame, the anger at being forced and manipulated into that life. It was a small mercy that I didn't have to dance around anything, as the therapist was recommended by Luca. Who knew he wa
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Scott was showing his photos at a small gallery today, so it was no surprise he wasn't in bed next to me when I woke up. He left a note on the pillow where his head should be. You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you. Going back to the apartment to finish up some last minute errands. Thanks for last night, baby. I needed it. Miss you so much. I love you, Stace. See you tonight. Your fuck toy Scott I laughed at the way he signed the note. Is that a thing we were doing now? Being a savant sucked. A lot. But it did mean that I had completed about ninety percent of the syllabus. I thought I would have to pace myself over the last three weeks to accommodate our hook ups and the meals he insisted on sharing so we could talk. I was worried I had bitten off more than I could chew and considered dropping one of my majors. Instead of slowing me down though, the sex
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Good whore," he murmured, laboured breaths coming out of him, sounding way too satisfied for my liking. "Don't you dare come," I said, yanking his hand off his dick and snapping one of the cuffs around his wrist before slapping the other around the bedpost. "Not until we've had a little chat. Once was bad enough," I growled at my defenseless, sleeping boyfriend. By the time I had the second pair around his other wrist, he was stirring. Groggy, half open eyes stared at me as I slapped the last cuff on the second bedpost. "Stace? What's happening?" his husky voice asked. "You tell me Scottie. This is getting ready for the exhibition?" I asked, a little high on power already as I threw the envelope containing the nudes at him. Realization came over him and he was alert within seconds, trying to sit up. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I trailed my finger up his hard dick. "I was getting ready for the exhibit
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This information was in the back of my head too, but when he asked me to do something to his dick, I couldn't stop myself. I felt his eyes on me as I sucked him off. My hand slid down my pants to rub my pussy. "Don't," he warned me. "You won't have me cuffed to this bed forever. Don't fucking piss me off." "You can do whatever you want to your clit. Your words, not mine, Scottie," I said, dragging my mouth off his dick just long enough to say this to him before I went back to sucking. "Let me see that it's just your clit then," he said, frustration oozing out of every word. I climbed over his leg, moving so that I was on all fours, bent over his dick. Then I pulled my pants and panties down to my thighs and started rubbing my pussy. He stared at me lustfully, watching me, pulling at the handcuffs again. "Fuck," he said with a groan. "Baby—" "I'm not putting my pussy and ass in your face. This is all you're getting
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With an easy smile, I lowered my pussy onto his dick. His eyes were glued to my pussy sinking down on his dick as I planted my feet firmly on the bed, squatting on his dick. "Fuck yes," I sighed, content at having him inside me. "My pussy missed your dick so much."Last night was amazing as always, but I needed more. Playing by my rules instead of his for a change felt liberating."So much better," he sighed. "Stop fucking around and fuck me," he ordered, despite being in no position to give orders. You know I'll give you anything you want even now, don't you baby? As I started moving up and down his dick, his eyes remained glued to watching my pussy move on his dick. "You're drooling baby," I teased him with a smug smile. "The real thing is just so much better than a photo," he said with a groan. "Let me see you rub your pretty pussy for me, baby." One of my hands landed on his thigh as I leaned back, sli
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His Mafia Princess Scott— I proposed pt 3
That last part was such a her thing to say. Was that really what she thought? It would explain how I apparently caught her off guard. "Please, for the love of God, let me sleep and shower first. There are dark circles under my eyes. And my make up—" What the fuck was she talking about? She was fucking flawless. Perfect in all her imperfections. "Shut up. I won the bet about Kenny and Marlene," I said, laying the phone down on the ground and starting the five minute timer. "So now Scott says shut up. You've said more than enough in the last few hours. Now just listen." She clasped her hands behind her back, swaying back and forth nervously, her eyes dropping to the timer. Words failed me. I had a whole speech and everything. Even if I didn't, I was me. I always knew what to say, except right that second I was tongue tied. "That photo's taunting me," I said, spitting out the thought in my he
His Mafia Princess Scott— I proposed pt 2
By this point, she had me watching her from behind a lens. Flashes of the thousands of times she had me taking her photo went through my mind. Watching her was my favorite thing to do until she started letting me touch her. I loved every last one of them. Studied the thousands of photos frequently, especially this past week, like some junkie trying to get a fix. The sweet ones where she looked like an angel. The dirty ones where she looked like the perfect whore. The goofy ones that I made sure I was a part of. The everyday ones where she had a pencil in her hair while she read or picked something out at the grocery store. Every last photo I took of her and every memory attached to it flooded my brain. "Fucking stunning every time," I said, trying to calm my raging heart as the sun began to rise, the silhouette of her before it. Slightly trembling fingers took several photos, as the excitement of holding a camera surg
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"Can't we do this another time? Surises come along every day and it's been such a long night," Stacy moped. Not this sunrise. Not this moment I wanted to give her. It was all she could do to hold onto the tripod towards the end, so I let her get on my back and gave her a piggyback ride the rest of the way up my mountain. "You knew this was coming. I warned you I'd be making you miserable by bringing you out here before the crack of dawn while we were in Fiji. Sacrifices have to be made to please your future husband, Stace," I said, enjoying the feel of her body pressed up against my back. The morning was chilly, contrasting with her body heat. Or was I sweating? Maybe she was right and this just wasn't our moment. It would come once though. The sunrise of our one year anniversary. I had this picture of how it was going to go down in my head and I just wasn't ready to give it up. "On our anniversary? We just spent two ho
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"Is the world's greatest commitment phobe still proposing today after this shit storm?" Kenny asked me as I watched Stacy sit across from Jeff to read through her immunity deal. "You just get the champagne ready. Be on standby, Ken. Call in sick. You'll get the call soon," I said, sharing an excited smile with him before I opened the door to Jeff's office to sit down next to Stacy. "You can have your lawyer look it over before you sign. Take your time," said Jeff, waiting patiently on her. "She's her own lawyer. She's like two classes away from being one?" I boasted as I watched her brilliant mind go to work while she read. "Three," she corrected me, eyes still darting over the words on the page. "Besides, we trust you. Don't we, Scott?" That's what she said, but she carried on combing the document. In about two minutes, she'd have tons of questions for him. "Yes, we do," I said to my fath
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"I will never let anyone hurt him, Ken. On my life, I will always keep him safe," she professed one more time. "I know you will, Stace. For the record, you were always my favorite best friend," he said, cautiously wrapping his arms around her as he started sobbing. "Same Ken," she said, returning his embrace readily, rubbing his back. Eyes still on me, she stuck her tongue out at me, making me chuckle as I got up to join them. "Un-fucking-believable. What am I, chopped liver?" I said, watching Kenny pull back as I shot him a nasty look. "You're okay. Tolerable. Second best. I keep you around because of her," he said, wiping away his tears with the back of his sleeves. "I can't believe you fucking told her you were proposing. What the fuck is wrong with you? How will you survive marriage?" His stupid remark had us chuckling between the three of us. We all wrapped an arm around the other an
His Mafia Princess Scott —It's her turn pt 3
There was that promise of forever she said I couldn't have until I asked her to marry me. It was as good as a yes to my proposal. My heart was doing flip flops in my chest. I knew it was for their benefit, maybe even just because she was nervous about talking to them instead of me, but her words were aimed directly at me. Sweeping me right off my feet. Claiming every bit of me as hers. Allowing me to let go of the tiny part of me that wondered if she really could have killed me in those woods. It wasn't just luck or the words I said to her that made her want to save me. I was happy if I gave her the strength to do what she needed to do, but I firmly believed she would have gotten there anyway. She had been doing it for eight years. From the moment we met, she had been protecting me. Even when she pushed me away. She chose me for eight years. Came back again and again, no matter how many times Don Angelo called her home, to make me fall dee
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He pulled out a chair for himself, then one for me, urging me to sit next to him. With a resigned sigh, I sat down two chairs away from Kenny, as close to Stacy as I could. I gave Willow and my mom a pleading look so they would follow suite across the table. Stacy took her seat and folded her hands in front of her. Folding her hands was her tell for when she was nervous. They all looked away uncomfortably. No anger. No malice. Just sadness and fear. It was all I could do to stay seated. Not grab Stacy's hand and storm out. She asked me to let her do this though. All I could do was sit back and watch helplessly. "Marlene, you're right. We should have reached out and talked to you all about what happened. It sucked that she was the only one of you to come by and ask us what happened though. Instead of going off the news and wherever else you got your information from. Still, I'm sorry we didn't reach out either. We were trying to figure things out betwe
His Mafia Princess Scott— It's her turn pt 1
"No, you're not leaving," said Marlene, grabbing Kenny's arms and turning him towards Stacy and I. "Your best friends are getting engaged today. You've been brooding about this whole situation for over a week and I'm sick of it. Deal with your shit, Kenny," said Marlene, her arms folded and chin jutted out. Go Marlene. Marriage looked good on her. She surprised me more and more all the time. "Does everyone know I'm proposing today?" I asked, focusing on the wrong thing entirely. It got my nervous, half asleep girlfriend to smile though. I'd take that. "You weren't exactly trying very hard to hide it," said Stacy, momentarily caught up in my eyes. I wished I could have her look like that for the rest of the day. A light blush tainted her cheeks and her smile was enough to bring armies to their knees. The way she looked at me made me feel like we were the only two people alive. As much as I appreciated wha
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"Soooo… Do you think there's more?" he asked in his most innocent voice. "I'll kill you if you try and find out today," I said, equally as breathless and sweaty as him. It took me a moment to realize I just threatened him without flinching or apologizing. I forced myself to let it go and enjoy the afterglow of the best sex of my life. The heat and sweat coming off our bodies should have been enough to get me off him, but it wasn't. Despite my threat to get off him, his arms wrapped around me gently. "No promises. I love you," he said, completely at ease as he started stroking my hair. "I expect to be told about all future… Locations and phrases." "I love you too. That's no fun. I'm not doing that," I said, out right refusing his request. "Is that right? We'll see," he said cheekily, kissing my temple. "Let me take you to lunch. I want you to enjoy your first day of freedom."
