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..."

a surrendering groan, his hands fist inside of my hair and his tongue swirls around one nipple before it slices toward my throat and he latches on, marking me in such a way that has me gasping for air. Immediately, I palm his powerful shoulders then drag my hands over the pulse

once again "-there's nowhere you can go that I won't follow. If you leave here without me, I will hunt you down and steal you from whatever life you have found. There's

before his lips cover mine and he steals my

nails dig deep into his skin, hooking the muscles of his arms as flames roar across my flesh. When I feel the white hot seed that is his

may have just officially disturbed

my hips might need a realignment or

Bowl Legged Betty

back as he pants against my lips, my fingers caressing each and every

what

hope

love you

I don't say the words out loud, because after this afternoon, he won't hear them. Instead, I catch his beautifully brilliant gaze

"Who the fuck is it?" he shouts, grabbing

lip, watching the wink of his ass muscles the

is

ass