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!"

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

because this

his dick rides into the top of my ass at the base of my spine. As he fights to steady himself, his body trembles, pushing against

to slide his hands inward, leaving them to rest on either side of my head. "Fuck," he curses, stroking his shaft over my tailbone. "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 press a sweet, tentative kiss over one of his marks. "Did

I mean, yes, but..." his body tenses and I rush to continue, "in the best

against the back of my shoulder. Shoving off of the wall with both hands, he spins me around and drags me toward the bench, then takes a seat. With eyes as turbulent a green as the shallows of a sunlit sea, he watches me. "Straddle me," he commands, pulling

my nipples, then slants his head back to admire them fully. As I climb onto the bench and place a knee at each of his hips, I can't help but admire *him* as well. The exquisite lines

my legs trembling as I grit

my hips so

He shouts and I scream at

backward and I clutch his shoulders to keep myself upright. Slowly, I begin rotating my hips without lifting off of him, fighting to create

Goddamn that feels good," Mickey chokes out, sealing me against him with an arm

I start to swirl my hips in the opposite direction, his thighs strain, the tendons constricting with barely

when I said I wanted to kiss him. I wholeheartedly meant it and now, with his perfectly shaped mouth just an

glass and stares up at me, his eyes going dark and a little more possessed with each twist of my hips. 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 head and wrench me forward so that he

as I press my wet, naked breasts upside the cast iron strength of his prominent pectorals. The