Chapter Sixty-Three – Jaxon, Sarah-Sofia.
Jaxon’s Point of View.
Fuck me, watching Sarah-Sofia practically give head to those sausages has my own painfully pushing against the zipper on my skin-tight jeans. I can hear a low growl coming from Elliot, as he pulls his chair away and stands up, grabbing hold of our Mafia Princess and throwing her over his shoulder, lifting her pretty little dress up, which shows me she is minus any knickers. Oh good grief, she is going to pay for this! Both Elliot and I take a simultaneous swat of her amazing ample ass, as she lets out a squeal, followed by a delicious moan.
We stomp up to the bedroom and throw her onto the soft mattress of our super kingsized bed, big enough for three, as she moves up to the top of the bed as if to try to escape, but the
