Page 61 of Mafia Daddy

The meeting wraps up quickly after that.

Maxim gives clear orders, assigns responsibilities, and dismisses the men. They file out, some nodding respectfully to him, others casting sideways glances at me. When the door finally closes, it’s just Maxim and me in the big office.

I stand up and walk over to him. He’s still seated at the head of the table, looking every inch the powerful Pakhan.

Without thinking, I slide onto his lap, straddling him. His hands settle on my hips immediately, pulling me closer.

I can feel him… hard, thick, pressing up against my ass through his trousers.

Maxim’s breath catches. His fingers dig into my hips. “Careful, malysh. We still have work to do today.”

I rock against him slowly, smiling. “I know. But I wanted to thank you for letting me speak. For trusting me.”

Maxim’s eyes darken with heat. One hand slides up my back, tangling in my hair. “You did well. Very well.”

I lean in and kiss him, slow and deep. His cock twitches against me, and I smile into the kiss, feeling powerful in my own way.

I’ve made progress with Maxim, I’ve shown I can be of value.

And now it’s time to cement my place even deeper…

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MAXIM

Iam impressed.

Milo’s intervention in the meeting took real guts. Standing up in a room full of hardened Bratva generals, some of whom have been in this life longer than he has been alive, and offering real intelligence despite their obvious disapproval, shows intelligence, resilience, and a quiet kind of courage I have not fully credited him with until this moment.

The boy didn’t flinch when the grumbling started. He looked straight at me and spoke clearly. That showed poise, and a lot of it.

And now, with the office door locked and the rom ours, I intend to show him exactly how much that means to me…

“Strip,” I order, voice low and rough.

Milo obeys without hesitation, peeling off his sweater and jeans, then his panties.

I drink in the sight of him… and I have to admit I could get used to seeing him in these ultra feminine panties he likes. There’s something about them on his body that just does something to me…

And that’s an understatement. Milo’s body is somehow both innocent and seductive. I remove my own clothes quickly, folding them neatly over a chair. My cock is already hard, thick and heavy with lust.

I grip his waist and lift him effortlessly, turning him upside down in a standing 69 position. Milo gasps, his thighs clamping around my head as I hold him securely, his mouth level with my cock.

“Suck me while I taste you,” I command. “I want to hear you gag.”

He moans as I bury my face between his thighs, licking and then swallowing his whole cock. His tongue swirls around the head of my cock too before he takes me into his mouth, sucking eagerly.

The position is intense… his weight balanced perfectly in my arms, his moans vibrating around my shaft as I devour his girth. I suck the base hard, then fuck him with my tongue, tasting every drop of his arousal. Milo whimpers and takes me deeper, gagging as I hit the back of his throat, but he does not pull away.

“Good boy,” I growl against the tip of his cock. “Take Daddy’s meat like that. Just… like… that.”

Milo’s legs start to tremble. I can feel him getting close already. I double my efforts, sucking and licking until he cums with a muffled cry around my cock, his thighs squeezing my head s he shoots waves of hot, salty cum into my mouth. I hold the boy through it, licking him gently as he shudders.

I lower him carefully to the floor, then bend him over the meeting table, his chest pressed against the polished wood, ass raised perfectly for me. He looks back over his shoulder, eyes dark with lust.

“Please, Daddy… I want your cock in my ass. I need it. I want you to own me all over again.”

The words send a fresh surge of blood to my already aching cock. I grab a small bottle of lube from the side drawer and coat myself generously. I press the head against his tight little hole, rubbing it teasingly.