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!"

I finish, surrendering to the push of my climax when it's clear

I'm wrong, because this time

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

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

denial. "No... I mean, yes, but..." his body tenses and I rush to

me," he commands, pulling me

place a knee at each of his hips, I can't help but admire *him* as

grit my teeth and

over my hips so he can rock upward and slam

He shouts and I scream

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

me against him with an arm around my waist and extending his hips to punctuate his

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

lying when I said I wanted to kiss him. I wholeheartedly meant it and now, with his perfectly shaped mouth just an inch below mine, it's all I

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.

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 back. His right arm

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