Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

You Can Always

**ROMANY**

The harder Mickey pounds into me, the higher I climb toward my climax and the less time I have to think about what he just said before pleasure explodes across my body in waves.

The moan of ecstasy that skates past my lips has Mickey freezing inside of me and then dipping forward as my pussy pulses around him. The slight movent drives a bit of a whimper from me as I slide down from the height of my climax.

"You feel too good," Mickey growls, his head next to my ear as he pauses in his thrusts to grind himself as deep as he can inside of me. "You moan like that again and I'm going to come. I want this to last." Lifting his head just barely, he says, "Fuck - I love the way you sound when I'm this deep"

I'm practically folded in half beneath him as his lips trail from my ears to my breasts, open mouthed kisses and sharp nips from his teeth trekking across my flesh while I shudder. Gyrating my hips against him, I hunt for another release, despite that he is trying to prolong his pleasure.

He chuckles, "Stop moving, Doll. Please... fuck!"

My eyes catch on his chest, on the perfectly bronzed flesh of his pectorals, on the way they expand and contract when I tighten my insides around him.

"Holy shit, you are going to kill me, baby," he hisses, gritting his teeth as he works to control his release.

"Mickey, I want more," I moan, flexing my wrists in his hands in a fight to reach out and stroke him. He is so sexy like this, his exquisitely honed body has never looked better and I'm dying to drag my nails over the grooves of his muscles. "Let me touch you. Please..."

such a way that has me gasping for air. Immediately, I palm his powerful shoulders then drag my hands over the pulse of his biceps. He trembles beneath my touch, lifting his head to stare down at

he begins to pump in and out of me once again "-there's nowhere you can go that I won't follow. If you leave here without me, I will

his lips cover mine and he steals my breath

of his arms as flames roar across my flesh. When I feel the white hot seed that is his promise release deep within my womb, I

may have just officially disturbed

need a realignment or

call me Bowl Legged

as he pants against my lips, my fingers caressing

don't know what they are... but I want you to understand that there is nothing you couldn't admit to me. I wouln't give a

I hope that's

love you too,

loud, because after this afternoon, he won't hear them. Instead, I catch his beautifully brilliant gaze in mine and say, "I

flinching back against the pillows and Mickey leaping naked from the bed. "Who the fuck is it?" he shouts, grabbing nothing but his gun as he heads into the

wink of his ass muscles the

he is ridiculously

that ass of