Page 8 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

“I guess you’re right,” I tell her, looking into her eyes now instead of her chest.

She’s still flushed, with her eyes wide and dilated. If I was anywhere else, any other time, I’d lean down and kiss her.

But I can’t.

I need her to tell me that’s what she wants.

And me? Can I bring myself to telling her what I want, what I need?

Not within ten minutes of meeting someone.

That never happens.

I lean back on the couch, watching her get up and start to go back to her duties. My dick feels like it’s about to explode, and watching her fine, heart shaped ass swishing in front of me as she walks away doesn’t help me out any.

She turns to look back, thinking I’ve said something.

But it’s just another low sound from somewhere deep inside me. The place where the animal is king and the world of men is just a cage.

“Why don’t you start with the vacuuming?” I suggest firmly. “I need to use the bathroom anyway,” I tell her, meaning it as my hand strays to my crotch.

I thought I could control myself, but if I don’t do something about this raging hardness myself, there’s no telling what might happen.

Glancing at the piles of folders and files, my laptop with its shitty internet connection, I hear the vacuum start up in the other room, making my own decision as to what to do next a lot easier.

Fuck it!

Making sure I pass through to the bathroom when her back’s turned, I slip past her before closing the door, leaning back hard against it.

I’m sure I saw her eyes lift, looking at me in the mirror in the bedroom, a smile playing on her lips.

I swallow down hard, my mouth is so dry and my hands are actually shaking now as I fumble for my zipper.

The sound of her vacuuming will drown anything else out, I tell myself.

But I want to see her, I want to watch her as I palm fuck myself.

Turning quickly and opening the door just a fraction, I get a perfect view of her.

She’s moved, and I wonder if she’s done it on purpose.

She’s leaning over, facing away from me, vacuuming under the bed.

Under the bed?

I hear myself moan as I watch her from behind, noting her blouse is loose in the reflection of her front in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the opposite wall.

She must have unbuttoned herself a little, or maybe it just came open with her movements.

Either way, I have a perfect view of her ass and heaving chest as it hangs forward as I imagine myself taking her from behind.

My fist hitting the edge of the door makes me realize I already have my cock out, frantically working it as I watch her, needing her to stay like that for just a little longer.

Next time, it’ll be inside you. I promise, Sophie. All of it just for you.

She shifts suddenly, lifting herself and turning to continue her work.

The thought that I’m here, frantically thrashing my cock just feet from her and she has no idea is about as much as I can take.

I wanted it to be different, but give myself a pass, like this is just letting off steam before I can claim her properly.

If that’s what she wants.

I sure as hell know it’s what I want. What I need.

I manage to close the door just in time as she lifts her head, my own grunts and growls getting faster in time with my own pumping hand.

Gritting my teeth and throwing my head back, I can hear the sound of the vacuum getting nearer. The fresh memory of her chest bouncing forward as she shifts…

I can feel my balls rising up, the faint memory of what it even feels like to come flooding over my body with Sophie as the reason.

In the very instant I realize I can’t hold it any longer, I call out her name as my climax takes my whole body over, the sound of the vacuum has stopped.

The door is pushed open and.

“Mr. Slade? Everything alri-?

It’s her, she’s burst in at the exact moment of my release. I can’t help but laugh out loud as I feel my cock twitch, thick ropes of everything I had intended for her splashing at her feet as she stands staring, dumbfounded.

Her eyes widen as she focuses on my cock, making my climax all the better. All that much stronger and more powerful for having her see it.

“You see what you do to me, Sophie? You see what you did?” I ask, still half-laughing, half-groaning as I struggle to keep upright; my legs starting to buckle under my weight.

The remnants of my climax still washing over me, she rushes over and I take her into my arms before carrying her to the bed. I have enough left to give her more, I can feel it already.

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