Conquered by the Mafia Boss

I take her waist and guide her to the VIP rooms. They’re a series of black leather booths with enough privacy for someone to get in a quick fuck-or a blowjob-as I’m judging by the sounds.

I lead her through the doors, the men parting to give me space. She wraps her arms around my waist, her tits flattening against my chest. My blood boils as she reaches down with a sly smirk, grabbing a fistful of my cock.

Fuck.

Yes.

The noise of the bar slightly drops away as the door closes. Then I slide into a leather booth and look up her trembling legs.

“Take off your clothes.”

Without a split second of hesitation she pulls the flimsy tank top from her head, and a thrill shoots into my heart. Creamy tits bounce on her chest, the pink nipples contracting slightly from the cold. Platinum-blonde hair falls on her delicate shoulders. My hand curls around my cock, feeling the blood pounding through it already. It screams for me to fuck her-to get on with the show.

The flimsy skirt and nylons are next. She watches my hungry gaze with a knowing grin that I’d like to wipe off her face. I beckon to her, blood rushing to my groin as I see her thighs glistening, her pink pussy already flushed. I reach up and yank her naked waist so that she tumbles into my lap, big tits rammed against my face. I’m addicted to that red flush that spreads across her chest like a fever when my mouth opens wide and I tongue her hard nipple, flicking it. Alyssa wraps an arm around my neck, still wearing that smirk.

I don’t like it.

I grab one of her tits and pinch her nipple hard. If this little cunt is going to play games with me, I’m going to torture her with my tongue.

“I don’t believe that you didn’t recognize me the moment you saw me.”

My dick tells me to shut the fuck up already, but what I like more than spreading those lips apart is making them come for me. Manipulating that little pussy to do what I want. She looks down at me with a slightly dazed expression-halfway between lust and fear. All I can think about is that she’s positioned right over my cock, her thighs gripping my waist, and the warmth of her skin under my hands.

“Lie down.”

She obeys, lying faceup as my hands knead her perfectly round globes. Her knees draw up together and my hand rips over her thighs, her face cringing with the sting.

“Spread your legs for me.”

“But, Johnny-”

“It’s ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Cravotta.'”

I suppress a small grin as she flinches at the growl in my voice.

Her cheeks blush as I stare down at her, my hand spreading over her stomach as her thighs spread apart, trembling.

“I swear, I didn’t know-ah!”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

My hand engulfs her glistening pussy, the middle finger riding against her clit. Her blush deepens, and her lips part. Fuck, it gets me hard as a rock. The way she begs me with her eyes. My fingers curl into her wet cunt and she lets out a sharp moan as I grab her tits with the other hand.

“Just admit it. You wanted to know what it was like to fuck a boss.”

She’s so fucking wet. I pulse my fingers slowly inside her, slamming them home as she arches her back.

“Admit it.”

“Yes, okay,” she says, out of breath.

She must be able to feel my thick length just under her head. With her head in my lap, she turns to the side. Desperate fingers grasp my jacket as I slam into her cunt. Over and over again. The obscene, wet sounds and her shallow breaths fill my ears. Her greedy hands try to grasp my tie, but I yank it away from her.

No. I’m in control.

I stop for a moment to give her a rest, my fingers deep inside her as her chest pulses.

“Please, I want you inside me.”

Maybe it’s because I’ve heard the words so fucking often, but they fail to thrill me. Of course she wants me, but there’s something that turns me off about this broad. She tried to play me. Manipulate me. The idea makes me laugh. Yeah, everyone knows that I’m constantly banging a different girl. That doesn’t mean that you can flash pussy in my face and get me to do what you want. I fuck them because I want to fuck them, because it’s how I manage to keep breathing.

She tugs at my slacks, her fingers plucking at the fabric as her lips shape into a bratty pout. Hunger claws my insides. My dick doesn’t give a fuck that she’s not what I want. I know that if I bang her, I’ll still need to find someone else.

I’ll finish her off quickly.

My hand twists inside her, and I feel my cock twitch as she fists my slacks and lets out a groan.

“Mr. Cravotta, please.”

“Please what?”

I stop for a moment, and she cries out as if I slapped her. Fuck, it turns me on to see her so hot for my cock. Her pussy contracts over my fingers, and I grab her tits with my other hand, kneading one after the other.

“I want you.”

I’m hard enough to pound nails into the wall, but I’ve already decided that I’m going stick my dick into someone else.

“Please, sir!”

She’s begging you to fuck her. Just do it already.

No.

I look into her heavily lidded eyes. “I want you to come for me. Understand?”

She nods, and I ram my fingers back inside her. My other hand massages her clit, and she arches her back in a soundless gasp. Fuck, it’s taking everything in me not to flip her over and drive my cock deep inside her. I slide in and out, unable to not think about that tight warmth around my throbbing dick, which is uncomfortably thick in my pants.

“Oh my God-!”

Alyssa grabs my tie and yanks my head down. I snake my hand through her tangled hair and yank her head back, my teeth finding the delectable flesh on her throat. I kiss her, flicking my tongue over her skin as my hand locks inside her.

“Oh, fuckme!”

My mouth smiles against her raw skin as she reaches up, gripping my hair. Her body arches into me as her pussy contracts on my fingers. It clenches over and over, sending shaking moans out of her chest. Then I slide my hand out and lift my head, giving her a second to breathe.

I pull her upright, her head lolling to the side as I stand up from the booth, my hard-on still on perfect display.

“How was that, sweetheart?”

“Fucking amazing.”