Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

I'm Not Dangerous

**ROMANY**

*Shit! I have to stop him somehow or I'm going to come in the next few seconds.*

*A plea for mercy didn't work, but what about a plea for contact?*

Mickey's mouth is right up on my ear and his deep grunts of exertion are all I can hear against the smattering constant of water spraying from above. The power of his strokes match the volume of his groans and the sound is doing something

to me. Triggering a desperate ache of longing just beneath my clit. A hopeless need that is so erotically intoxicating that I want to drag it out for hours, if not *days*. Each time he enters me, he hits with so much force that the air whooshes from my lungs along with an unmanageable yelp riding just behind it. A physical response my body has no control over.

"Fuck," I whimper, as my legs begin to shake and my orgasm threatens to override my internal command to stand down.

"Oh... doll... goddamnit," Mickey hisses the words, one after every thrust. "You... did this. Fuck... you drive me crazy." "Mickey! Please I-"

"No..." he barks, continuing to plunge upward with ruthless delight. "I just... I want to k-"

"No!"

I finish, surrendering to the push of my climax when it's clear that nothing that I say is

I'm wrong, because

on my wrists as he presses his forehead into the glass wall and his dick rides into

"I have wanted to own you for so long I..." he trails off as if ashamed of himself. Taking a deep breath, his lips find my shoulder and

left and right in swift denial. "No... I mean, yes, but..." his body tenses and I rush to continue, "in the best way. I really, really

"Straddle me," he commands, pulling me to stand between his legs.

each of his hips, I can't help but admire *him* as well. The exquisite lines of his richly tanned forearms fluctuate deliciously, and the rocks of his biceps accentuate into boulders as he reaches under my ass to guide me onto his shaft. A dimpled grin flashes across his face when I've lowered myself as far down as I can go and there are still two more inches of his cock left. "I have a really

as I grit

over my hips so he can rock upward and slam me

I scream at the same

eyes pinch shut and I try to force my internal muscles to relax. Allowing my body to go limp, my head falls backward and I clutch his shoulders to keep myself upright. Slowly, I begin rotating my hips without lifting off of him, fighting to create space inside of my womb to accommodate his

against him with an arm

my backside almost impatiently. When I start to swirl my hips in the opposite direction, his thighs strain, the tendons constricting with

my eyes to half mast, I continue to move, rocking and circling as I lean forward to dip my head toward his. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to kiss him. I wholeheartedly meant it and now, with his perfectly shaped mouth just an inch

I'm panting just a breath above his mouth, my climax chasing after me as I swivel and turn on top of him, literally screwing him into the bench. A low growl rumbles in his chest, his tongue darting out as one hand releases my hip to capture the back of my

lungs. The kiss is desperate and ravenous. As if he's been starving for me, *hungering* for me, *needing to taste me for far too long. My pussy is throbbing and pulsing erratically as I press my wet, naked breasts upside the cast iron strength of his prominent pectorals.