Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 25

Do It

**MICKEY**

After I left the pool, I had one thing on my mind. That was to get to my room as quickly as humanly possible. I bypassed the leering eyes of about a dozen wanton maids without giving them so much as a second look. They were always staring at me anyway, and now that they had seen my cock I was sure it would only get worse. In fact, as I approached the door to my suite, which was one of the few on the first floor, one of them actually had the nerve to stop me. The bitch stepped directly in my path and placed two hands on my chest before I realized she was even there.

"Mister Savo, sir," she cooed in the gentle voice of a girl who was used to the placating of men.

I breathed out of my nose as slowly as I was able before glaring down at her with poison in my eyes. "What is it?"

She smiled, not even a little aware of how close she was to getting fired. "If I might offer myself in service to you"-her eyes batted downward-"I would be most pleased to ease your discomfort."

Then get the fuck out of my way and *never* place your hands on me again,"

yanking her hands back in shock before slithering back down the hall like the little snake that she

the sudden contact of my fist on my cock. The damn thing felt like it weighed a *thousand* pounds and was pulsing with the seed of a *thousand* men. It wanted what it wanted

made my way to the shower and closed my hands around myself under the full spray of a cold

take long. The image of what her eyes looked like when I rushed her in the pool - her surprise, her fear that quickly shifted into pleasure - it did me in. I exploded in a stream of ecstasy, cursing at the top of my lungs with her name on my lips. As the water washed away the last of my fantasy, my mind had finally cleared. As long as I could keep myself from replaying our little swim and my ears from hearing her moans

main hall. Instantly awake, I licked my lips and groaned to see that she was back in that delicious white dress again. Fucking perfect. Raging hard on here I come. Whoever it was that designed such a thing had one idea in mind. The torturing of

the corridor, I smiled to myself. Where *was* this little vixen going? I wanted to think that maybe she was looking for me, but I knew that wasn't likely. So *where* was

back into

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