Sold to the mafia

Madeline

Explosions jolt my body, and it’s hard not to cry out as I throw my head back. Zane’s thick fingers continue to assault me even as I spasm around his fingers and press my ass against his big dick. My breathing quickens, my vision blurs and the room spins as pleasure becomes my existence.

I don’t know how much time passes before I come back to earth, but when I do, Katie is mysteriously gone from the room and Zane is staring at me with a big satisfied grin on his face.

Wow. I can’t believe I just let him do that, I think with shock, falling out of Zane’s lap and shuddering. But it felt good. Incredibly good. And I want more. But how could I let this happen in the first place?

It’s Katie’s fault, I blame. She was supposed to keep this from happening.

I search for her in a panic and find she’s nowhere to be found. Shit! Did she see? Or did she leave before things got so heavy? Was it her way of giving Zane permission to have his way with me? I bet she fucking did. Whatever it was, she’s gonna pay dearly for her treachery.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Damn you, Katie!

I decide to take my anger out on Zane. “You asshole!” I snarl.

Zane looks bewildered. “Huh? Why are you mad at me, peaches? I was just trying to loosen you up.”

Oh, you loosened me up alright, I think wryly, trying to keep my eyes level with his face. I’m painfully aware of the huge bulge in his pants and my juices all over his fingers.

“Our date is over.” I stab a finger at the door. “Leave. Now.” I’m not sure why I’m being this way. This man just gave me the best orgasm of my life and now I want him to get away from me before…

Zane doesn’t budge. “Come on. Our date can’t be over, especially after that.”

But that is the very reason our date should be over. Because I’m too fucking scared of what’s coming next.

“Oh yeah? What do you think we should do then?” I don’t give him a chance to answer and instead say accusingly, “I know exactly what you want to do.”

Zane stares at me with a hunger that is palpable. “I ain’t gonna lie, peaches. I want that sweet, tight pussy of yours cumming all over my dick. Right now.”

His words almost make me swoon. Seriously, the way he says things, he could open up his own phone sex line. And the bad thing about it is, I want exactly what he wants. Even though I just experienced an explosive orgasm, I’m ready for another one. So fucking ready.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he continues. “You’re smart, sassy, sexy and very funny. And I haven’t ever met a girl like you, so how can you blame me?”

I stare at him, fighting my raging hormones, fighting my emotions. With each passing second, I’m losing the battle. After just cumming all over his hand, it’s hard to justify not giving in and letting him have his way with me. Fuck, I want him to use my body.

“Just give me one chance, peaches,” he reasons, his voice dipping even lower than I thought possible. “To cherish you, worship you, and… be inside of you.”

That’s it. I can’t take it. I want him to fuck me like he owns me. I want him.

I grab him by the hand and lead him upstairs. My heart pounds in my chest and my body heats with equal amounts of anxiety and desire. We fall back on my bed and he doesn’t waste a moment to kiss me passionately. His hands roam all over my body as our tongues do battle, and I moan with need. Maybe I knew this was going to happen. I couldn’t avoid it. He wants me, and he’s a man who always gets what he wants.

Before I know it, my dress is being ripped over my head and I find myself in just my bra and panties. Zane moves to remove my bra, but I stop him, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Wait,” I gasp.

“What?” His eyes are burning with fiery intensity, his breathing ragged. He looks like a man that’s run a mile and is thirsty as fuck.

I tremble beneath that hungry gaze. “I don’t know if we should do this.” How I’m still resisting right now, I have no idea.

Zane is having none of it, and begins undoing my bra, his eyes promising pleasures beyond my wildest dreams. “Come on peaches, let me show you what you’re missing.” He brings his lips forward and kisses me up my neck until he reaches my lips, which he devours, sucking and gently biting on them.

It’s over. I’m fucking done.

As he lays me back on the bed and begins to take off my last pieces of clothing, dismantling my resistance bit by bit, I finally surrender myself to him. And somewhere, through all the moaning, I hear him whisper in my ear, “And you’re going to fucking love it.”