Page 33 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

Obediently, but with some regret, I let go and turn myself to face the counter, gripping the edges hard with both my hands as I turn my head back, cocking my brow as I hoist one leg up, balancing on the other.

“Come get it,” I start to tell him, but he’s already halfway there.

Ben matches my original idea, getting on his knees, yanking my clothes and tearing my skirt off, his thick fingers yanking my panties so hard to one side I swear I almost come on the spot myself.

The same fingers are inside me in a moment, prying open my drenched lips and probing deeper into me until I feel my legs about to give out from under me I’m shuddering so hard.

But Ben has a plan, he’s on his feet in a moment, and although I feel suddenly empty as his thick fingers disappear, I’m filled again straight way, his huge cock pushing deeper into me as I let my weight sag onto his strong legs, which feel like iron girders under me, his thick cock a steel piston which makes me curse loudly as it starts to heave in and out inside me.

“Ugh! Fuck me Ben!” I command him, struggling to keep my grip on anything, feeling my whole body falling back, limp against his rock hard body as he grips my hips harder, pumping and groaning, growling to me that he’s waited too long for this moment. That he should’ve fucked me six times already today, my sweet pussy deserves it so much… it’s how bad he needs me, how bad he needs to come inside me once again.

Hearing him talk like that is like he’s pressing a magic button somewhere and I start to shudder and convulse, completely helpless and not even caring I’m coming so fast from having him inside me.

“I’m gonna make you come until you beg me to stop,” he promises, and I start to whimper loudly because it’s just what I need him to tell me right now.

I want his hot, thick, fat cock deep inside me for the rest of the day, doing nothing but making me squirt all over it.

I’ve never even thought like this, let alone voiced it. But something in Ben’s tone and my own arousal makes me want to tell him exactly what I need, and just how he’s the man for the job.

He responds to my own dirty mouth by turning my head and pressing his to mine, his warm tongue still managing to tease my tonsils so gently as he fucks me from behind like a beast without skipping a beat.

True to his promise yet again, I scream Ben’s name so many times I forget, and am completely boneless by the time I feel him swearing under his own breath, his legs tensing behind me as he fills me with his seed again.

We both slump, exhausted onto the cold counter top, cool against the heat of our bodies.

I shiver uncontrollably as he eases himself out of me after a time, not even trying to stop him as he scoops me up yet again, and carries me off to the nearest bed, where I sink instantly into the deepest, most restful sleep I’ve ever had in my whole life.Chapter EighteenBenEnrico’s internet fridge, apart from keeping things cool is also a great way for him to send me messages privately and securely, including his Wi-Fi password, which I take full advantage of as soon as I lay Sophie down and after I’ve cleaned up a little.

The apron stays though, something of a lucky charm for me so far, so I figure the longer I can stay dressed like this, the more Sophie is gonna be receptive to what I know she needs.

What I always want to give her so badly.

I venture out to the car to fetch my backpack, its dark out now and the cold sea breeze is bracing, invigorating me to finally settle down and do some work to try and find a way to slow down or even stop De Falco dead in his tracks.

Tonight would be ideal at the soonest, but doing things by the book, legally is never a speedy process.

I just need to find something I can shove under Partridge’s nose, under all the feds’ noses to expedite a conviction as soon as possible.

My biggest enemy is my own work history.

I’ve spent over a decade making sure every angle is stitched up water tight. And a hundred percent legal, from the outside.

I curse myself for my own stupidity, but when I started out I was a younger man, more trusting and as much as I hate to admit it, I was greedy.

It got the better of me, and they all preyed on it, paying me the bare minimum just to keep me going at first, then just enough, promising the big bucks when pay dirt came, which it never did.

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