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!"

my climax when it's clear that nothing that I

because this time

out of me 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 rides into

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

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

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

bite of his lip, then flicks his tongue over each of 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 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

I whimper, my legs trembling as I grit my teeth

grip tightening more securely over my hips so he

shouts and I scream

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

sealing me against him with an arm around my

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

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

head back against the 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

he violently invades my mouth with his own, moaning as he sucks the breath right from 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. The feeling of his silken skin contracting with muscle under the heavy weight of my sensitive mounds has me unconsciously gripping his dick with my core and digging my nails into the skin of his