Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Her lips touch my face, kissing my cheek, and I feel her smile against my skin.

“Maybe I enjoy it just a little.”

Her tits flush against my chest and blood pounds through my cock. Every throbbing beat is like a mantra. Fuck. Her. Fuck. Her.

Delicate hands wrap around my thick cock and squeeze as she nips my neck.

A little, my ass.

I grab her shoulders and turn her around, and then my palm rips across her ass. It cracks through the bathroom, sounding a lot worse because of the water coating her skin. She yelps as a bright-red mark blooms over her skin. Then she bends over, palms flat against the wall.

As long as she’s willing, I’m going to fuck this girl every spare second that I have. Every moment she’s not begging at my knees or bent over is a fucking waste. Her wet hair slides in my hand as I reach forward and yank hard, forcing her to arch her back.

“You’re too fucking sexy for your own good.”

And too damn cocky.

Goddamn, even the sight of her tits hanging down makes my cock twitch. The curve of her back, the swell of her ass, her glistening pussy-it’s an image of perfection.

My length throbs as I aim it between her lips. They spread apart with the slightest pressure, and she shudders with pleasure as I sink into her. Her legs tremble as I pull back and thrust, addicted to her warmth. Fuck, it’s incredible. We fit together perfectly. She’s snug around my dick, and I feel her pussy clinging to me as I pull out, as if it’s desperate to keep me inside.

Her palms slip on the glass as I grab her hips and thrust hard enough to make her feet stumble. Still, I find myself wishing we had an audience to fuck in front of, so that everyone could see that this amazing girl is all mine.

She pushes her greedy ass against mine, taking more of my cock inside her. I grind against her, laughing when the bathroom echoes with her sharp gasps. The real thrill is when the girl comes. Absolutely nothing gives me a greater high than a girl becoming completely undone over my cock. It’s intoxicating to have that kind of power over someone. The more I fuck her, the more of a turn-on it is. She’s not tired of me, no matter how many times I fuck her.

“Tony, more!”

I’ll give you more.

I grasp her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh as my pelvis smashes into her. She screams, slipping on the wall, but I hold her against me, pounding hard as she contorts her face, her tits swinging.

“Harder!”

Damn it. I can’t fuck you much harder.

The ecstasy twisting her face makes blood rush to my chest. The steam rises in the shower, scorching our bodies, and I feel almost faint. My hand reaches around, playing with her clit as I watch my cock pulse inside her. I feel the bulge moving through her.

“Come for me, baby. I want you to come hard on my dick.”

“I-I am-I’m-” a wordless moan cuts off the rest of her words and she collapses on the glass.

Her cunt tightens around me and then I pull out. The pressure builds as I fist my cock and I stroke once, sighing as jets of cum blast over her back.

Elena turns around and I get a brief look of her flushed face before her arms wrap around my head and her lips crush against mine, so insistent and consuming. She bites my bottom lip and pulls back.

“I want more.”

My hand snakes around her neck and I grab a fistful of hair. “How many times a day do I have to fuck you to make you happy?”

She reaches behind herself, smiling, and shuts off the water. “I don’t know yet.”

She’s either some kind of angel sent from Heaven with the mission of overworking my cock, or she’s fucking the pain away.

Whatever the reason, I’m glad.

I admire the way her tits move as she reaches up and wrings out her hair, and grab two towels for her before running one all over myself. I get ready in the other bathroom while she hogs the main one. It takes her fucking long to do all the shit she needs to do with makeup and her hair, but when she’s finished, she looks gorgeous.

My chest tightens as she gives me a kiss on the cheek. She wears a skin-tight semi-sheer black sweater and jeans that leave little to the imagination. I know that I barely know her and she’s mostly just a hot girl who I fuck, but it makes me proud. I’m proud to show her off to my ma.

She takes my hand, squeezing hard as we leave my apartment. I watch her face, her darting eyes, and her mouth, slightly parted as if she’s seconds from screaming. A hot wave of rage suddenly rises inside me for that asshole who made her so afraid.

There’s no one on the icy streets and I open the car door, letting her inside first. Then I join her and we drive out of there. Silence descends in the car, and I keep sneaking glances at her.

I barely know a thing about her.

“So what’s with you?”

“What do you mean?”

My hands tighten on the steering wheel. “I’ve never known a girl to want it that often.”

“I haven’t had fun in a very long time.” She gives me a curious look and her hand curves around my thigh. “You make me feel really good about myself. I-I never realized how much I needed that.”

A pang of sadness hits me suddenly, and I can’t help but feel that whatever this is between us-she’s already feeling something a little more than lust.

Then she lets out a shaky sigh. “I’m worried about this.”

Truth be told, my guts haven’t unclenched since we left my apartment. I don’t like lying to my ma, but for once in my worthless life I’m doing something for the greater good.

She’ll understand.

I hope.

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Like hell it’ll be.

I know exactly what my mother will do. She’ll scream, she’ll cry, she’ll want to be involved in every damn aspect of the wedding.

The forty minutes to Terrebonne don’t take very long at all and I pull into the driveway. We sit in the car as the engine ticks and stare at my childhood home. Even though it’s freezing, neither of us makes the move to open the car door.

“All right. Let’s do this.”

I open the door and step outside as Elena does the same, wrapping her arms around her sides immediately. She waits for me to walk around the car and then we walk up the path to the front door. Elena lets out a nervous sigh as I raise my fist-

The door flies open and my ma stands in the doorway, looking beautiful and put-together as always. “Hi, baby!”

I gesture toward Elena. “Ma, this is Elena.”