Conquered by the Mafia Boss

His smooth voice invades my ears, the only noise I hear besides my own wetness sliding around his fingers.

“Tha-that sounds-ah!”

His fingers slam into my pussy, a third one inside me. Johnny’s soft laughter rebounds around his living room.

Finally he pulls out of me and wipes his fingers on my thigh. Then his hand splays on my neck and pushes me down so quickly that the air is knocked out of my chest. My back sinks into the couch cushions as he stands up, gazing down at my naked body with unmistakable greed.

“Touch yourself. I want to watch you.”

A blush creeps up my face as my hand tentatively curls around my thigh.

He puts a hand on my knee and pulls it apart from the other. “Spread those gorgeous legs apart so I can see your pussy.”

It’s rare that a guy gives me orders. Even rarer that I follow them, but the authority ringing from his voice is impossible to ignore. He’s the first man who has ever made me want to obey him.

I spread my knees farther apart as I lower my hand over my pussy, sliding my fingers down the slick skin. Johnny sits down on the glass table, feet from me. He touches himself, and another bump of excitement adds to the fire. I’ve never seen a guy do that before. He curves his hand around his thickening cock and strokes it through his slacks, which are uncomfortably tight.

“I want you to imagine me inside you.”

But I don’t care about me. I want him. And I’ve never been good at listening.

I slide off the couch, ignoring his angry commands as I kneel at his feet and wrap my hands around his belt.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Redness flushes his skin as I grab him through his slacks, tugging the belt out of its loops as Johnny loses the fight to get me to do what he wants.

“Please. I want to suck your cock.”

I want him to lose control. I want him to forget who he is and what he’s doing. Wild, unbridled desire.

His hand cups my cheek, his thumb caressing my bottom lip. “Some fucking day, you’re not going to get what you want.”

But I always do.

He lifts his hips and I drag the slacks from his waist. They pool at his feet. Damn, Johnny is hiding an amazing body. He’s lean and all muscle, but not bulky, which I like. His dick sticks out of his black briefs like a flesh-colored flag. I pull his briefs off his hips, and then that delectable cock springs free. I grip it in my hand, marveling at the warmth.

He clucks with sympathy, running a hand through my hair. “You must be starving for cock.”

Yes, I am.

“I’ll let you have a little taste.”

Then he shoves my head down, his fingers digging into my hair as my lips bump against his head and open wide. He passes through them, so thick and firm. It’s been fucking years, but I grip the base of his cock, taking him all the way inside me. My lips suck hard near the tip and I look at Johnny’s face as I do it. His eyes close in rapture and he wets his lips, keeping his hand fisted in my hair.

“Ah, fuck yes.”

He lifts his hips in a thrust as my lips glide down his length. Holy shit, I can’t believe how turned-on I am. His teeth clench as I take him all the way inside me, his balls flush against my lips.

“Criss.”

I feel his cock twitch inside me, and I wrap my other arm around his thighs, his hair tickling my palm. I anchor solidly over his ass, feeling my core clench as his moans hit the ceiling. His breathing deepens as my lips tighten around him, gliding up and down, swirling my tongue over his swollen head. It turns me on to see his red face trained on mine, lust burning through his skin. I let him pop out of me and slide his cock over my lips.

In a few swift movements, Johnny picks me up and hurls me over the couch. He tears off his jacket with an animalistic growl. My heart leaps as his body falls over mine, my legs wrapping around his solid waist.

Fear careens through my veins, battling with the aching need to be fucked. It’s been too long. I can’t wait anymore.

He reaches back and I feel the head of his cock sliding against my folds and an overwhelming blaze of lust almost makes me scream.

He sinks inside me with a grunt. The head pushes through my slick walls, and ecstasy washes all over me. I forgot how amazing it felt to have a man inside me. How did I wait this long?

It throbs inside me, so big that it hurts to feel him thrust. His tie dangles around his muscled neck and I spread my hands underneath his shirt collar. I want to touch every inch of his skin.

“Your pussy feels so good.”

The ragged voice sends a rush of excitement to my chest. He slides out and ruts me deep, all restraint forgotten. My clit hums with the pleasant burn of his cock riding up against it. I’ve never felt something so amazing in my life, but I don’t want to come-not yet. I grab the tie dangling in my face and pull his grinning face down. He knows exactly what’s going on.

He thrusts hard as my lips crush against his. He kisses me back in a frenzy as I groan into his mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Moan for me.”

My fingernails dig into his back as he takes one of my tits and roughly squeezes it, pinching the nipple as his cock hammers my cunt.

“Johnny, you should stop.”

“Why?”

“I’m about to come. Please.”

But of course the bastard does the opposite. The grin on his face widens as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and fucks me for all I’m worth. I try to fight against the building pressure inside my core.

His mouth seals over mine, his tongue forces down my throat, and I arch my back.

“No,” I moan into his mouth.

“Yes. Come for me. I want you to.”

I can’t ignore the thick cock pulsing through me, hitting all the right nerves as his body, which is covered in wicked tattoos, fucks me like a battering ram. The breath knocks out of my lungs and my hands reach around to his ass, urging him on. I scream as the last thrust shoves me over the edge and I clench hard around him. My nails dig into his flesh as I come hard, the wave of relief knocking me down flat. Johnny silences my moans with his mouth, his breathing frantic. I melt into the couch, but his hips crush against mine, ramping up the pleasure again, until finally he breaks off the kiss and groans loud enough so that for a moment, I wonder if something is wrong.

His hips thrust hard, jamming his length into me as his warm cum explodes from his cock. He thrusts a few more times, each one jarring me back into lust.

Jesus.

The dampness of his skin makes him stick to me. I’m covered in his smell, my pussy full of his cum. Hot lips find my neck as his breath mists over my skin. He kisses me over and over, down my neck, teeth nipping at me before he takes my breast in his mouth and bites hard. Shit. Something so painful shouldn’t feel so damn good. He raises his head, his wicked grin adding another sharp bump to the need pulsing inside me.

A growl issues from his throat. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”

My heartbeat is still sprinting, but then it does a little flip when he gives me a small smile. The glow of my orgasm slowly fades away, and for one horrible moment I feel doubt clinging to my shoulders. The post-sex awkwardness makes my cheeks burn.

“What’s the matter?”