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!"

when it's clear that nothing that I say is going to

wrong, because this

he presses his forehead into the glass wall and 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 my back as his chest heaves and

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 hurt you?"

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

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 me to stand between his legs. His jaw locks and twitches as his gaze falls over my soaking wet body, seizing on the startling length of my normally curly hair. When it's straight and sopping wet it nearly falls to my knees and I suppose he's only just noticing that

at 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

I whimper, my legs trembling as I grit my teeth and attempt to seat

his smiles, his firm grip tightening more securely over my hips so he can rock upward and slam me

and I

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

out, sealing me against him with an

curves of my backside almost impatiently. When I start to swirl my hips in the opposite direction, his thighs

my head toward his. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to

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 can swallow

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. The feeling of his silken skin contracting with muscle under the heavy weight of my sensitive mounds has me unconsciously gripping