Page 7 of Mafia Baby

“How are you planning to thank me for saving you?” he asks me, his deep voice low. The sound chases along my nerve endings, sparking fire in its wake.

I feel myself kneeling before I know I’m going to do so. “I know how to thank a man for being thoughtful toward me,” I hear my voice say. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.

Who is this person that is kneeling on the floor in front of this handsome, powerful, dangerous man? I don’t really care, though. Even if this is the only time that I get to let go and give in to my urges, I don’t care.

“Is that so?” he says, that deep voice tantalizing, calling to the core of me.

I nod, moving forward awkwardly on my knees and fetching up against his body. My shaking fingers unbuckle his belt, and zip down his fly.

I see the eager bulge of him, trapped behind his boxers. Before I can question myself, I rip his belt out of the belt loops on his pants and wrap it around my neck.

“Hold onto me. Control me,” I tell him. I lift my hand up a little bit, indicating he should take the belt from my tingling fingers.

His dark brows lift in some surprise, but he takes the belt in his hand. A throb of desire pulses steadily in my core, and I lick my lips.

I push down his pants and his boxers, and I allow his huge cock to spring free. It’s bigger than I expected it to be, but that doesn’t scare me. It just makes me even wetter.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asks me. There’s amusement coiling through his voice.

I glance up at him, and smile back. Something like an unexpected understanding rises between us, and I lean forward to take him in my mouth.

I’m rewarded by his hiss of a quick indrawn breath, and I start working my way up and down his cock. He’s so big that I have to wrap my hands around the base of him as I suck.

“You do know what you’re doing,” he says, and I make an affirmative noise in my throat.

Guy might have been much less impressive than this man, but he liked his dick sucked as much as the next guy. And he hadn’t been afraid to complain when I didn’t do what he wanted me to. I had been forced to learn to be very good at this particular job.

“Faster,” he says to me assertively. I don’t respond right away, and he jerks the belt tighter around my throat.

I gasp with pleasure, feeling wetness seeping into my underwear. I start moving faster up and down the length of him, tasting his precum in my mouth.

“You’re so big,” I say with some wonder as I pull back to catch my breath.

He looks down at me, a small grin tucked into the corner of his mouth, but a dangerous glint in his blue eyes. “Can you handle me, do you think?”

I squint a little, then run a hand up and down his length appreciatively. “I’m game to try.”

He laughs, but the sound isn’t happy. Instead, it sounds dangerous, and seductive. He pulls my panties off in one smooth motion. Then he grabs my shoulders and yanks me up off the floor. He lifts me into his arms, making me feel as light as a feather.

I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him as he presses his mouth against mine.

The kiss isn’t gentle at all. His tongue and lips are rough with me, and I’m surprised I don’t taste blood in my mouth. Instead of being frightened or put off, however, I lean into his ravishing touch, giving it back as good as I’m getting it.

I feel a small drop of moisture from my pussy run down my leg. God, I’m dying for him to be inside me, but he’s still kissing me and I don’t have the breath to beg.

I feel the head of his huge dick teasing my slippery folds, and I moan into his mouth. He cants his hips up and the head slips inside me ever so slightly. I arch my back and cry out, pulling away from his mouth.

I open my eyes, panting, feeling like I’m going to die if he doesn’t start fucking me, and I meet his gaze. His blue eyes look very dark in the low light.

“You like that?” he asks me, pressing me closer as he lifts his hips again. This time I feel him start to stretch me, causing pain along with pleasure.

“God, yes,” I rasp out, squirming against him trying to soothe the ache between my legs.

“Don’t be greedy,” he whispers to me, pressing the head of his impressive dick in and out of me ever so slightly.

I cry out each time he presses into me, the pleasure so intense that my eyes fall closed. I’m still squirming against him, desperate for more.

“Stop that before I fucking drop you on the floor,” he growls at me, and I go still. I open my eyes and look at him for a moment, before he tumbles me forward over the desk. Stacks of paperwork scatter to the floor, and something heavy lands on the ground.

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