The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

I walked into a view of Hollis’s perfect ass on display with no piece of clothing covering it.

While I was still dumbfounded on the sight before me, he turned. A fucking perfection of a man! He offered me a full side view of his naked body. Our gaze caught and he turned away.

Christ! I looked, not just at his ass, but every part of him, making me aware of the hollow space inside me, as I imagined the way he would fill it up perfectly.

My gaze lowered, and my attention diverted to something else that was desperately demanding for it. His cock, hard, long and thick. I wasn’t really surprised by the throbbing I felt between my thighs right that moment. It was a normal, healthy response from the body of a woman looking at a man’s sexy, naked body.

I heard my own breath catching in surprise, and stayed statue-still for a long moment. Hollis wasn’t hiding what he was doing. He knew I would hear him from the other side of the room, he wanted to put up a show for me.

I wouldn’t have cared less, only if my cunt wasn’t already dripping. One can’t really fight nature, my body was doing exactly what anyone would expect it to.

It made sense if one thought about it though, Hollis was objectively, a practically perfect male specimen. He was tall, wide-shouldered, fit, with classically handsome features, a rough, masculine demeanor, and a great cock. Goddammit!

I cautioned myself to leave and go back to my side of the room, but my fucking legs refused to move an inch and my body didn’t even try coaxing it. The throbbing between my legs got worse and worse until I didn’t seem to have any sort of control over my body anymore.

His muscles looked tense and firm as he worked his fist up and down his long length. His other hand balled into a fist on the wooden wardrobe door and his breathing got more and more ragged.

My breath felt caught, making my chest tight as I watched him take himself closer and closer, getting nearer and nearer to that edge. Then pushing himself right over. His fist slammed against the wood and a low, almost ragged groan escaped him as he came.

My body moved then, knowing he would be less distracted now and would probably have the time to actually face me. But when I tried to move my legs, they felt like jelly. Making me realize that after now, I would really need to do something about my throbbing pussy if I wanted to be able to fall asleep.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I forced my legs to move again. But then I heard him speak, “Wait.”

He said and started walking toward me. When he stopped in front of me, he rested his gaze on me and I swear, my skin felt heated everywhere his eyes dropped. I knew I needed to tell him to fuck off, to get away from me, but I couldn’t seem to get the mouth to convey those thoughts.

Why the hell would he want to ruin me sexually while he was getting himself off. He could have done it in silence. While he was in the bathroom, alone maybe. But he chose our closet of all places. Christ!

Once again, I thought of leaving and telling him to go to hell while at it. But I wasn’t even sure I would mean those words. I mean, of course I would mean them on a logical level, just not on that primal, animalistic one that had my sex throbbing along with my heartbeat as he towered over me for a moment.

And then he grabbed my ass and pulled me up onto a nearby high-seat, making sure to tilt my ass a bit forward. It happened so fast, knocking me out of breath. And worst of all, I was dumbfounded and curious. So curious to find out what he wanted to do.

Next his hand reached out, his finger snagged my chin, forcing it up so he could look at my face. I didn’t have to see myself to know what he saw when he looked at me right then. I could feel the flush to my cheeks and the heaviness to my eyelids.

“I didn’t invite you to my party, Ugo.” He said.

“The…. the party was quite loud.” I replied in a voice I couldn’t even recognize as mine.

“Did I give you a good show, Baby?” he asked, his voice was so smooth and deep and it washed over me.

My lips parted, I was about to say something, but the sound failed to come out.

Hollis’s thumb moved out, stroking along my lower lip for a second before he released me.

“I have more in store to show you.” And just like that, his big hand slid between my thighs, stroking up my slick and aching cleft.

I knew I needed to push him away, that this kind of thing was only going to dull my senses. I was yet to make that big decision, but my body wasn’t listening.

Instead, my thighs parted for him. He stepped between my parted thighs just as his finger started stroking up my sex, teasing around the edge of my clit, but not quite touching it.

“Did you see how hard I was just at the thought of you?” He asked, the pad of his finger dipped down with his words, doing a quick pass over my clit.

My breath caught at that quick hint of pleasure. “Do you know how difficult it has been?” He started, doing light strokes over my clit. “How difficult it’s been to wake up to you draped over me in the morning?” He asked as my breathing got faster and more shallow.

“How I have to keep my hands to myself when I want so desperately to tear off your panties and slide inside you,” he told me. “Like this,” he added and demonstrated as two of his fingers slid inside my cunt.

A surprised moan escaped me. My muscles clenched around him, and a low groan escaped his lips.

“Christ! Ugo. One day, you’re going to squeeze my cock like this,” he told me just before his fingers started to fuck me.

It wasn’t slow or sweet or explorative. He finger-fucked me with his fingers until my walls shattered, my panting turned into loud moans and my juices spread all over his fingers.