Mafia Obsession

Her small hand is a perfect fit inside of mine, so instead, I drag her toward the office out back.

I stop outside the door, opening it for her. “Inside,” I command.

She walks inside, squealing as I slap her ass on the way. I could listen to her squeal like that for the rest of my life and be happy.

Her eyes are wide as she watches me, trembling with anticipation. I shut the door behind me and lock it for good measure.

“Bend over the desk,” I command, keeping my voice even.

She doesn’t say a word, moving to the desk and bending over. A glimpse of her ass makes me hard as nails, and I unzip the zipper of my pants. The sound has her glancing behind, lips parted as I release myself from the confines of my tight boxer briefs.

“Keep your face forward,” I growl.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, checking the text.

Kane: I will get a cab home. No idea where you are.

I stow my phone back in my pocket, fisting myself in my hands. Sure, I’m being an asshole for ditching my brother, but I’ve got more important things to deal with right now.

I step toward her and lift her skirt up, allowing my hands to tease over her soft, perfect skin. She trembles beneath me, rolling her hips slightly.

“Keep still, Bella.”

She stops moving, and I run a finger through her soaking wet arousal, coating it in her juice. “Come sei bagnata,” I say, forgetting the girl doesn’t speak fucking Italian. It’s often gets my Italian flowing when I’m horny as hell.

She gazes back at me, questioning me with her eyes. “You’re so fucking wet, baby,” I growl.

She bites her lip and looks forward, waiting for me to play with her. The ropes she’d been tied with last night are discarded on the desk in the office inches away from her hands. I move around to tie her down.

She groans as I tie the rope tight to her wrists, pulling her body flat against the desk.

I lean down to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to make you come all over my cock so many times, you’ll barely be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

A visible shiver runs through her, satisfying my craving to control her and affect her in ways she has never dreamed of. I can see it every time she looks at me-a need to submit.

It’s as if she’s been searching for this her entire life-searching for me. The girl can’t be old, twenty-two or three, I’m not sure exactly, as we haven’t had a proper conversation.

I slap her ass again, making her moan and cry out all at the same time. She tries to writhe against the restraints, needy for my cock. I shift onto my knees and lick her from top to bottom, making her whimper. My tongue teases her back hole, probing the tight ring of muscles. The thought of sinking my cock in her ass has me leaking all over the floor of the office.

Ellie moans, trying to buck back against me. I dig my fingertips into her hips, and slap her ass with a soft but firm hit that seems to get her going every time. Her knees shake and I know she’s already getting close to coming.

I stop licking her and move my fingers between her folds. Slowly, I dip two thick fingers in to the knuckle, making her cry out in ecstasy. Her muscles are tight around my fingers, fluttering as I fuck her with them. My tongue teases at her back hole, as she tries to push back onto my fingers, hungry for more.

She pulls against the restraints, whimpering and mewling in a way that makes me feel powerful. I pull my fingers from her tight, wet pussy and lick her clit lightly. That’s all it takes to send her thrashing over the edge. “Fuck, sir,” she moans, attempting to claw at the desk.

My cock twitches as her pussy gushes with her sweet cum. I lap all of it up, tasting every drop of her until I can’t get anymore. Her legs quiver beneath her as she comes down from her first orgasm.

Without warning I slap her left ass cheek hard and fast three times. She cries out, as I bring my palm down in an erotic stroke that leaves her skin tinged red. I do the same on her other ass cheek and then repeat.

Her pussy drips as I dole out the punishment she deserves, making her needy for my cock. I stop slapping her and move my fingers to her center, dipping three of them in to the knuckle.

Ellie gasps, bucking her hips back toward me as much as the restraints will allow. I fuck her hard with my fingers, curling them to hit the spot deep inside of her that makes her crazy. She shivers and moans, as I up them tempo. “Ask for my permission before you come, do you understand, thief?”

She nods her head.

“Let me here you say it,” I say, slapping her ass again. “I understand, sir,” she cries.

I move between her legs again and taste her, swiping the tip of my tongue right through her center. “I want to control your body and own it,” I say, moving back and letting my breath tease over her. Then, I lick her once more, making her body shudder. “I’m the master of your orgasms from now on.”

She groans as I slip three fingers back inside of her, licking her clit at the same time. “Fuck.” Her body tenses as she tries desperately to hold on, waiting for my permission. “Please, sir, I need to.”

I slap her ass before she can finish her sentence, and she’s on the edge of unfolding. My fingers still inside of her as I carefully ensure she doesn’t come, yet.

“Please,” she moans, legs wobbling as she tries to keep control. “I need to come,” she begs.

My cock hardens to stone, hearing her beg me like that. I slide my fingers in and out slowly three more times and then whisper the command into her ear, “Come for me, baby.” I slap her ass and her body trembles with her orgasm.

She cries out, fighting hard against the bindings as her pussy floods with cream. I get between her thighs to drink it up, not letting the addictive honeyed nectar go to waste.

My hand wraps around my throbbing, aching cock as I pump it up and down from root to tip, shutting my eyes and trying to regain control.

I need this more than anything. Her body responding like this as I sink every thick inch of my aching cock inside of her.

Ellie glances back at me, moaning at the sight of my length, hard and ready to take her. I slap her ass for it. “Keep your eyes forward,” I grunt.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Yes, sir,” she squeals, turning her head forward. Her thighs quiver with anticipation as I move toward her, stopping with my swollen head inches from her dripping wet core.

I rub the tip in her juices, coating myself in them. Without warning, I thrust myself inside her with one hard, quick stroke.

She cries out as I slap her ass at the same time, building her toward orgasm so quick it’s ridiculous. I can feel the fluttering around my cock and the tightness pulling inside of her.

This is heaven. I’ve never felt as good as I have when I’m inside of this woman. It makes no sense, as I’ve had my fair share of flings, but nothing compares to her.

I drive into her harder and faster, fucking her rough. My length fits perfectly, hitting the spot deep within her that builds more pleasure every time I thrust.

“Harder,” she moans, and it’s enough to shock me.

Few women want it even as hard and rough as I’m giving it to her now, but she does. I claw at her fabric clad hips so hard I know she’ll be even more bruised in the morning. I lift the fabric a few inches higher, and notice the faint yellow marks from where I’d clawed at her the evening before.

It makes me groan in pure ecstasy, seeing my mark on her skin like that. My balls slap against her clit with every thrust, and our bodies clap together in this frantic and animalistic mating.

I slap her ass again, sending red welts across her skin. Her body responds to it and she screams as she tries to hold onto her orgasm.

“Come for me,” I grunt, giving her permission before she asks.

Ellie lets go and her cum floods around my cock, dripping all over my balls. I keep thrusting into her, fucking her right through it until she’s done. Only then do I let myself go, shooting every drop of thick, pearly seed deep inside of her.

Our breathing is labored as I rest inside of her for a moment, making sure every drop is as deep as it possibly can be. I want to know she has a part of me within her when she walks away, until tomorrow night when I intend to do exactly the same again.

Who knows when I’ll stop, maybe never. It’s a dangerous but tempting thought.