Page 18 of Mafia Baby

“Nothing.” I try to calm her, stroking her clit slower and more purposefully. “There are no condoms.”

“That’s fine.” Her voice is scratchy, I can tell she wants me, and if we have to stop now, I’m going to be more than pissed off. “I’m on birth control.”

I look down at her naked body, ready and waiting for me to ravage it. I don’t like to play around with protection, but I don’t think I’m strong enough to walk out of this room now. Just like I wasn’t during our first tryst.

“Dominic!” Gianna’s voice is desperate. I love the way she says my name. “It’ll be fine. Please, fuck me.” The pleading tone in her voice calls to my cock like a siren song.

I remember her screaming as she squirted all over my dick the night before far too clearly.

I don’t need any more encouragement, moving my body to be over hers and slowly entering her as she arches her back to meet me. “Ah, yes.” I find a rhythm easily, and she’s soon rocking her hips to meet mine.

Gianna calls out my name more and more and faster as she gets closer to climaxing, and I can’t keep my own moans quiet. I know that no one can hear us from outside, but at this point, I wouldn’t care even if they could.

I can tell Gianna is close to coming, but I need to be inside her for a bit longer. I pull out and sit down at her feet.

“No! What are you doing?”

Instead of answering her, I pull her up to sit on top of me, lowering her onto my cock. Her breasts rub against my chest as she wastes no time bouncing up and down on me. I gently guide her hips and kiss her full chest.

Gianna’s hands are back in my hair, then on my shoulders, and finally, she pauses with them on my chest, digging her nails into me.

I grip onto her lower back and let her go at her own pace to find her orgasm. She comes with a loud moan, throwing her head back. I catch her, kissing her soft stomach as she shakes through the waves of pleasure.

As she comes back up to a sitting position, I smile at her. “That’s orgasm number one.” She’s breathing heavily as I take her over to the glass wall, pushing her up so that her voluptuous breasts are pressed against it.

“They can’t see you,” I whisper into her ear, in case she’s the shy type.

“Let them watch and be jealous.” She laughs, and I smile. Lifting one leg up slightly, I enter her from behind, letting her watch the dancing bodies below her while she moans again.

I press my own chest against her back and my forehead on the glass above her head, thrusting deeper each time I enter her.

I hear Gianna’s breathing pace quicken, and her moans get louder. She’s about to come again, but before she can, I switch positions, turning her to face me. “Number two,” I whisper to her as she comes again, clutching my hair and biting into my shoulder.

“I don’t think I can go for number three,” Gianna replies, a weak smile on her face.

I laugh and kiss her. Picking her up, I carry her over to the large pillows scattered on the floor. This will be the final one, so it may as well be the best one.

I give her a moment to breathe, letting her stroke my cock as she lies back over one of the huge pillows, her legs wrapped around me. “I’m impressed by your stamina.”

She giggles. I don’t reply, taking her strong voice as a sign that she’s ready again.

Helping her stand up, I turn her around and bend her over. I only have to move her hips up slightly for them to be perfectly in line with my own. Taking her from behind again, I don’t hold back now, pushing deep into her, holding onto her hips to steady me as I drive my own hips faster and faster toward hers.

Our bodies are moving together, hard and fast. I’m about to reach climax myself, but I want Gianna to be there too, so I slip my hand under her hips and massage her clit while inside her.

That does the trick, and as she gasps and grips the edges of the pillow, I feel myself come inside her. The release is so good.

Gianna’s body has done something strange to me—I can’t remember when sex was this good with anyone.

We stay there for a few moments, with Gianna bent over and me holding her hips, until I stand up and slowly pull out of her. She moans as I do this, and I laugh softly.

Her body is so soft and sensitive. It makes it so much more enjoyable to pleasure her. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I stretch out my arms and find my clothes, dressing myself in a corner of the room.

Gianna gets dressed too, and I turn the lights all the way up for her to check her make up in the mirror.

We straighten up the room and I wipe the window with a tissue from Gianna’s bag. We don’t talk much as we’re clearing the room, and I can’t help but wonder what Gianna is thinking. I don’t ask her, because one thing I’ve learned in my life is that sometimes it’s best not to have answers.

As I open the door, I tell Gianna to wait so I can make sure the coast is clear.

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