Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 81

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!"

of my climax when

wrong, because this time

just as I'm about to shatter into a million pieces. His hands tighten on my wrists as he presses his forehead into the glass wall and his dick

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

head left and right in swift denial. "No... I mean, yes, but..." his body tenses and I

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

his hips, I can't help but admire *him*

trembling as I grit

firm grip tightening more securely over my hips so he can rock upward and

I

shoulders to keep myself upright. Slowly, I begin rotating my hips without lifting off of him, fighting to create space inside of my

with an arm around my waist and extending

almost impatiently. When I start to swirl

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

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

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. The feeling of his silken skin contracting with muscle

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