Page 14 of Bound to the Mafia King

I pressed my hand into her back and forced her down so her ass was right by my dick. She moaned in exaggeration, trying to give me a show but I didn’t need any of that. It turned me off, but I tried to push the thought out of my head. I needed to fuck whatever was going on in my head right out.

I moved my tip over her slickness. She was already wet for me.

I plunged my dick inside of her and she moaned into the air and filled the room with her screams. She sounded like a shrieking banshee. The sound was like nails to a chalkboard, but I tried to focus on her pussy.

I smacked her ass, and she moaned again, but this time I took the lingerie she had discarded on the bed and stuffed it into her mouth to muzzle her screams.

Finally. Peace.

I grabbed her hips and surged my dick inside of her. I slid in easily, and she bucked under the pressure.

“Fuck! You’re so big.” At least that was what I thought she said. The muzzle was doing its job well.

I pounded into her, not allowing her a second to breathe. I was trying to fuck the last part of the night out of my brain. But every single thrust that I gave her only caused more images of her to filter into my mind.

She had seen me when I was crashing and that was a low point that I never wanted anyone to witness. There had only ever been one person who had seen me in a state of vulnerability, and I had told her to never speak of it again. That incident didn’t happen.

“Yes, oh, fuck yes!” Brenda had removed the muzzle and was now trying to sound sexy. Whoever had told her that she sounded sexy doing that had punished us all.

“Shut up,” I grunted before I pulled out of her harshly and hoisted her so she was upright. She gasped and tried to kiss me, but I dodged her lips. “No kissing.”

Kissing felt far too intimate for me. It was too personal.

Some would think I was stupid for saying that seeing as I was fucking her raw like nothing. But there was something about kissing that made the connection feel personal.

I lifted her and plunged my cock inside of her again with ease. She spread her legs wider and held onto them expertly with her hands. She stared at me like a starved animal that had never seen food in its entire life.

“I missed you. Fuck you look so—ah!” I grabbed her throat and tightened my hold on her neck. “Yes, choke me harder.”

She was a masochist, and it had been one of my favorite things about her. I relished being able to punish her and she took it with a smile because the pain excited her. It awakened whatever wounded monster lay underneath.

So why was it not enticing me now? Why was it that, when I squeezed my eyes shut to will the pleasure into my system, I only saw a pair of green eyes staring back at me?

“Yes, oh God yes, fuck me like you hate me!” Brenda choked against my hand which remained on her neck. “Oh yes!”

I picked up the pace and released my hand from her neck. I snapped my eyes open, and my eyes connected with the bruise that had formed on her skin. When I moved my eyes upward, I had expected to see brown eyes staring back at me, but instead, I was met with green ones. They weren’t filled with sex or desire inside of them. They had a softness to them, an innocence that I craved to corrupt.

I wasn’t fucking Brenda the high-class whore that I had requested. No, I had the woman that I had pined after for years in my arms and my dick was in her soft pussy.

“Valerio.” Her voice filtered into my ears, only making my dick twitch.

Thrust after thrust I watched her draw closer and closer to the edge. Her walls massaged me, drawing me with her to the cliff’s edge.

“Yes. Fuck. Me.” Her screams vibrated off the walls of the room and tore through the thick haze of lust and passion. “Yes!”

I thrusted into her violently, feeling the high drawing closer.

Just a little father and…

“Cielo…” I roared into the red room as the orgasm tore through me. It ripped through my body violently, leaving me completely and utterly spent.

For a moment, I existed in this bubble with her. I existed with my drug, my kryptonite.

Then I blinked, and reality set back in.

Brenda stared at me with a wide smile on her face. Her makeup was smudged and her face dripped with sweat. Her baby hairs clung to her forehead, and her chest rose and fell hard as she tried to catch her breath.

Fuck. This girl was everywhere, and I had no idea how to keep her out.

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