Page 96 of Working for the Mob

“Do we have time? I need to get ready,” I said.

“I’ll go quick.”

Both of us sprang into action like sprinters at the beginning of a race.

I ripped my overcoat off and dropped it to the floor, just before Art backed me against the wall.

He wasted no time, and immediately sank his teeth into my neck. Shivers ran down my torso as he kissed the sensitive areas.

Stuck between the wall and his muscles, I felt powerless against him.

He interrupted the sensation by tearing my sweater over my head.

“So many damn layers,” he gasped, and hastily fumbled with my shirt’s buttons.

I unclasped my bra. Art decided he didn’t have time to take off my bra and shirt, so he just raised the brassiere to my collarbone and left my shirt draped on my shoulders.

He couldn’t wait another second. He would not allow an article of clothing to delay him any longer. He almost tore a blouse because he couldn’t handle another moment outside of me. Art Necci, the man who ran East Lannington, needed to beinsideme.

And I neededhiminsideme as well.

I grabbed at Art’s belt, but he took it off in one hand, shoved his pants to the floor, and kicked them aside. He unleashed his dick, which was already as hard as his abs.

He picked me up in a straddle, and pressed me against the wall. His fingers found me, and massaged strokes of ecstasy until they found the opening. They slid in easily.

“I didn’t even have to get you warmed up,” he said, smug.

“I told you, I’m always wet for you,” I said, and he grunted eagerly.

He kept pressing in, as I eagerly awaited my prize.

“Should we move to bed?” I asked, because I knew a lady in the Hanover hotelshouldask about the bed.

“I don’t want to mess up the sheets.”

I let out a soft moan of fervor.

This is what I wanted since day one in Lannington. For him to pin me against the wall and use me. I didn’t want to make love. I wanted to be the piece of wood that he throws all his strength into chopping.

He placed the head right at the opening, and I gasped. I wasn’t sure if I could take it all at once.

But he moved his hips and submerged his entire thick, submarine of a cock inside me.

I grasped wildly until I found his hair, and held on for dear life. With my weight on top of him, I just pushed him into me. I pushed him deeper.

Schnitzel.

He felt enormous. I let out a moan as he filled me entirely.

We locked eyes, and I caught a mischievous glint.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Ready for what? He was already as deep as he could go.

“Uhhh.” I nodded my head.

He lifted me another inch, pulled out with no warning, and plunged back in. Somehow he drove himself even further inside. He thrust again, and again.

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