Mafia Obsession

I let myself go,” I growl, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. I’ll take you hard. I’ll claim your perfect body.”

“Perfect?” she says doubtfully.

With a groan, I slide my hand down to her hip. I squeeze hard, feeling her curviness, her sexy-as-fuck wide hips, made for giving me a family. Made for grabbing and owning, holding as I drill her hard.

“Your body is perfect,” I tell her. “You’re perfect. Curvy in all the right places. It’s so beautifully thick. You drive me nuts.”

“So…” She pushes her hand lower. I let her wrist go. She smooths down toward my crotch, then pauses with a cute shivering breath as if she’s working up her resolve.

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” I ask because I have to. It’s the right thing to do. Maybe that’s rich coming from a man like me. A killer. A mob boss. A bad man.

“I want to,” she whispers. “I don’t want to think anymore. Just us. Just here. Just this moment.”

I almost howl as I lean in for a kiss. There’s an animal in me, and I want to let him break free. She moans as our lips meet. She finds my tongue, pleasure bursting between us. I wrap my arm around her, drive my hips forward, let her feel how rock-solid she’s making my dick.

She writhes against me, too. There’s something about it that’s so, so damn hot. It’s like she can’t contain her pleasure. Nothing she does is for show. Nothing she does is designed to trick me. I grab her pants and start pulling them down, waiting for her to stop me. The second I feel her slick, warm slit, I know I’ll be entirely lost. I’ll have to drive my dick deep. I’ll have to fuck her hard. Explode in her tight hole. It will begin our future together- the start of everything.

She wriggles as I pull her pants down. I have to stop the kissing. Moving down the bed, I grab her underwear and pull them down at the same time, revealing her thick, creamy thighs and wet hole. Maybe she’s doing this for the wrong reasons, and perhaps I’m a beast for taking my chance, but her pussy doesn’t lie. She’s glistening with wetness.

She looks up at me with those wide, pretty eyes. I kneel at the end of the bed, then grab her thighs, pulling her toward me. She shifts up the bed, bringing the scent of her tangy slit with her.

“Your pussy’s the most perfect thing of all,” I growl. “Fucking hell. You’re so wet. You smell so damn good.”

“I smell good?” she says, with a dreamy smile.

Goddamn, she’s right. There’s nothing better for forgetting everything than this, being together. My cock is so hard it almost hurts. Precome leaks hotly out of my end. My balls are throbbing.

“You smell perfect.”

You smell like you’re ready to give me a family-like your young body is giving me signals.

“I need to taste you,” I go on.

She bites her lip, staring down, her hair messy around her shoulders. She couldn’t look sexier if she tried. It’s how natural she is, nothing forced. “T- taste me?”

I smirk, then start kissing up her thigh. I can taste her sweat, just her. Maybe this would seem gross to other men, but I want to experience every part of her. Her scents. Her tastes. Her warmth. I kiss closer to her hole, sliding my hands up her thighs at the same time.

She gasps when I reach her center. Her clit and folds look swollen with lust. She makes the sexiest noise when I let out a breath. Her thighs shift. She laughs adorably.

“That tickles,” she says. “In a good way, though.”

My dick almost bursts with the tension. I lean forward and press my mouth against her pussy, stroking my tongue up her folds. I was right. She tastes so damn good. I smooth my hands around her legs, letting me massage her ass as I indulge in her sweet slit.

I pay special attention to her clit, flickering my tongue, listening to her moans. She gasps and shifts against me as I lick faster, squeezing onto her ass, feeling how much of her there is-curvy flawlessness. The trembling of her legs makes my dick even harder. It’s like she can hardly contain it.

Licking her faster, I move one hand to her entrance, keeping my other on her ass. I circle her hole as I claim her clit with my tongue. Her walls flutter for me like she’s so excited she can barely contain it.

Her moans get more intense when I slide my finger in, just a little, enough to feel how tight she is. Enough to feel how fucking good she’s going to feel when I drive my dick into her. She’s going to squeeze me so hard, like she’s coaxing the come out of me, and her body knows this ends with a family.

I finger her tight hole as I lick her clit. Her moaning gets frantic and breathy, as if she’s barely holding on. I move even faster, chasing her orgasm, needing to hear her release, needing to feel it. When she comes for me, her pussy will get even more soaked, even better to take my dick.

She nervously strokes her hand over my head when I start finger fucking her faster. I’m licking her clit so fast it’s like I’m trying to set her on fire. Her moans are sharp breaths now like she’s drowning in pleasure. I’ll never get tired of hearing that noise.

When she finally lets it all go, my cell phone starts to ring. Her body is vibrating and pulsing with pleasure, my ringtone playing all the while. Once she’s done, she sits up, her face and neck red, like the euphoria is spreading.

She glances anxiously at my phone. She doesn’t have to tell me what’s on her mind. This could be news of her mom.

“Let me shut this crap off,” I say. “Then you’re taking every goddamn inch.”

I grab my phone. Dammit. It’s Luca. It could be important. Answering it, I say, “What?”

I know it’s serious when he doesn’t make a joke. He’d typically say something like, What crawled up your ass and died? But his voice is grim. “We’ve found your lady’s mom, but we need backup. She’s in a crack den, and it’s teeming with the filth.”

“Have you been inside yet?” “No.”

“Then how do you know she’s there?”

“Got a look through the rear window,” he says. “There’s at least thirty men in there. It’d probably be okay, but you know what druggies are like. They’re too cracked out of their heads to know they should be afraid of the Marinos. I’d feel better with more men, not that I’m scared, obviously.”

I smirk. “Obviously. Drop me a pin. I’ll be there soon.”

“Good. I’ve got some more men coming, too. Should be an easy job.” “Better safe than sorry.”

When I hang up, I see Scarlet pulling on her pants. I give her a look, and she says, “I’m coming with you.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“No, you’re not,” I growl. “I’m not risking you getting hurt.” She stands up and marches right up to me. “I’m coming!”

I move in front of the door, staring down at her. She looks so sassy and strong. “You’re staying here. We can waste time arguing about it, or you can sit your ass down.”

She takes another step forward and puts her hand on my chest. “Dad’s g- gone, and now you won’t even let me help.”

“You can help by staying here,” I snarl. “You’ve never done this kind of work before. You won’t be able to do anything.”

My dick is still hard, especially when she bites her lip. She looks so damn captivating. If she somehow, in a warped world, wanted to carry on now, I’d leap on her. My instincts wouldn’t let me do anything else. I’d pound her soaked hole until I had nothing left to give.

“Sit down,” I tell her firmly.

She takes a step back and lowers her gaze. “So I’m your prisoner now, am I?”

“Call yourself whatever you want,” I say, “but I’m not putting you in danger. That’s the whole reason you’re here, so I can keep you safe.”

She drops onto the bed and glares up at me. “Fine, but please, just bring her back.”

“I will,” I tell her, and I mean it