Page 8 of Mafia Baby

“Please,” I beg, writhing against the hard surface of the desk. I realize I don’t have any idea what his name is. I don’t think that really matters though. We understand each other well enough.

“Please what?” he asks. He grabs the belt around my neck and tugs on it.

I gasp and arch up off the desk. “Please fuck me,” I manage to say around the constriction at my throat.

“Good girl,” he praises, allowing the belt to loosen some.

He steps closer to me and then pauses. He looks down and caresses my cheek gently. Caught off guard, I hold still and look at him. He pinches my lower lip gently between his fingers, then dips it inside my mouth. I obediently, instinctively suck on it, and his eyes grow dark as he sets his jaw.

Suddenly, he shoves himself inside of me, pressing home all the way to the root. I scream at the intrusion, the pain, the pleasure.

I’m no virgin, but he’s so much bigger than Guy. My body doesn’t know whether to feel pleasure, pain, or shock in response to the way he is filling me and tearing me apart.

He gives me a moment to adjust to his size. I feel a tear slip from the corner of my eye and he reaches up to wipe it away. “Did I hurt you?” he asks me, his tone gruff.

I nod. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

Some emotion flashes across his face. Maybe surprise, and then he grins a devil’s smile at me. “As you wish,” he says, and he starts to move inside of me.

Just like I asked for, he isn’t gentle and he isn’t considerate. My body’s shock starts to give way to pleasure that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

Each stroke is painful, but the shock of ecstasy that follows the pain is worth it. I hear myself shouting each time he thrusts home, pleading with him to fuck me harder, begging him to make me come.

I had no idea that this person existed within me. I feel unhinged, untethered from reality, and more alive than I have ever been.

“Come for me,” he snarls at me, bringing his fingers down to rub my clit. “Come for me right now.”

As if my body listens only to his commands, I fly apart in a million pieces. The orgasm rolls over me with crushing force. I hear someone screaming, and I wonder who it is for a moment, until I realize that it’s me.

My body flexes and jolts with each shock of pleasure, and I feel a gush of liquid run down my legs.

“My God,” he says, wonder in his tone. “My God, that’s good.”

“My turn for you…to come…come for me,” I manage to gasp out, my pussy still clenching painfully around his cock.

“Is that what you want?” he asks me, his tone silky.

“Oh yes,” I pant. “God, yes.”

“As you wish,” he says roughly, and he starts driving harder into me. My head is banging against the desk, but pleasure is climbing steeply within me again.

To my shock, as he drives home and shouts his release, I tumble over the edge again, accompanying him. I feel the same gush of liquid between my legs as I gasp and tremble beneath him.

There’s a moment of silence in the office that is filled only with the sound of our ragged breathing. He lifts his head, his dark hair spills over his forehead. I raise my hand to push his hair back, when someone starts jiggling the door to the office.

“You in there?” a male voice calls.

“Yeah,” he says back, his tone level despite his heaving breath.

“We’ve got an underage girl puking in the bathroom. We need to get her out of here,” the voice says.

“Got it. I’m on my way.” He looks down at me, one brow lifted in inquiry.

I bite my lip. “I think that’s my friend,” I say, feeling guilty.

He shakes his head a little. “Is she underage?”

I cringe a little, not sure I should reply. He growls at me, and I feel the noise within me as well as hear it because he’s still inside me.

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