Falling For The Mafia

"Do you want to come sweetheart?" I inquired, oblivious to the fact that I was using the endearment.

"Ye..Yes" She couldn't get the courage to ask for what she desired.

"I can't let it go until I hear you say it. Please give me your approval."

"I need to listen to the filthy words that are coming from your innocent mouth. "

"Feel free to touch me."

I slid one hand under the hem of her dress and moved my palm up her thigh while doing same with the other hand. My dick was throbbing, and I fought back a roar of want when I touched her skin and discovered that it was even softer than I'd thought it would be.

When I finally got to her moist heat, I ran my fingers over the border of her lace underwear to feel the warmth of her body.

"Where can I touch you?"

"Here?" I accidentally brushed my thumb over her clit when she was wearing lace, which caused her to let out a scream.

"Yes!"

unable to contain the more authoritarian side of my character now that I had her writhing and pleading with me. "Say it!"

"Ask me to touch your gorgeous pussy,"

She dithered, a flush of shame returning to her face. I found her purity to be irresistible, but I found the prospect of tainting her innocence much more alluring.

I removed my hand as a means of subtly conveying the message that she would not get the prize she desired until and until she complied.

"Wait! Please, Nicola. Kindly put your hands on..."

I was patient and did not give up; I insisted on getting what I wanted from her.

"I beg you to stroke my pussy." It was scarcely louder than a whisper, but the words went directly to my mind, infusing me with power that was even more seductive than my physical yearning for her to be in my presence.

I retook her lips, this time feeling a rumble of pleasure in the pit of my chest as I sank my fingers under her panties. she was steaming hot and as smooth as silk, and she was ready for me. I had a strong desire to penetrate her, to fuck her with my own internal fire.

However, I was obligated to keep my word, and I swore that I would never violate her adoring confidence in me.

I teased around her clit by circling it with my thumb in an attempt to get her attention. Even the slightest contact caused her to let out a loud shriek, and I could taste the satisfaction that she was experiencing on my tongue.

One straight and forceful touch to her clit was all it needed for her to lose her composure and fall apart. As she clutched on for dear life to me, she tightened up underneath me, and her fingers curled into the top part of my arms. I muffled the sound of her ecstasy scream with a forceful, possessive kiss, and she continued to cry out her joy.

When she started to shudder, I stopped stroking her and let her be for a while longer. After an intense orgasm like that, she'd be vulnerable, and I didn't want to hurt her. It won't happen on the first try.

At last, I was able to separate my lips from hers, and she looked up at me while gasping for air. She reached across, and her fingers brushed my hard cock through my jeans.

I bit back an expletive and grabbed her wrist to shield my sore dick from her caress.

, "Not tonight."

"But what about you?"

Although my stomach was in knots, I assured her, "I'll be okay." I was trying to keep her from doing anything she might feel bad about in the morning. I didn't ever want her to feel bad about staying up with me tonight.

I rolled off of her and to my side, urging her to "come here." I snuggled up to her, and she buried her head in my neck, sighing contentedly. Some of the tension in my stomach and the intensity of my desire were relieved by the sound.

After she finished her orgasmic session, I kissed the top of her head, and she took a few deep breaths before drifting off to sleep.

I couldn't sleep for a while afterward, just thinking about holding her in my arms. Even as I drifted off to sleep, I was being unyielding to her.

The next morning, I was up and about before Emily. To some extent, the possessive fog that had settled over my mind the night before lifted with the arrival of daylight.

. Even though she had placed her trust in me, the experience with that handsy jerk had left her feeling vulnerable and frightened. Maybe a better guy would have come to her aid if I hadn't been the one to forcibly pull Stun away from her. There was no way she'd let me accompany her home alone.

Not being able to control myself was my fault. I was an idiot to think that I was good for her in the first place.

I had to get out of there. It's time for me to pack up the few things I own, return to my squalor of an apartment, and leave Havard. I need to abandon her so that no one from my violent past can harm her in retaliation for me.

But when her beautiful eyes opened, I knew it was hopeless. Her sweet, drowsy grin sank deep into my heart and caught on a hook, binding me to her.

Her sleep-deprived voice was raspy. I took a deep breath to control my horniness as the husky voice went straight to my cock.

My lips curved into a crooked smile as I caressed her face and tucked a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. "Hi. Did you get a good night's rest?