MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 1*3**2: Your A** Is Made Just For Me

Chapter 1*3**2: Your A***Is Made Just For Me Angelia

Marshall pulled his pants next and I could see he once again had gone commando, his d** slapped against his stomach as soon as his pants were out of the way. It was angry red and the vein underneath his d**k was bulging and his tip leaked with precum. I licked my lips, suddenly desperate to taste him. Having seen the look in my face, he chuckled.

"Not this time, baby girl." He said.

While the other two were watching, he climbed up on the bed and spread my legs before situating himself between them. His d***k resting against my overly swollen and beyond drenched p**y. Leaning down, he whispered in my ear.

"We are going to take turns with you." He said, making my sensitive c***t throb even more.

"We will ****k you raw until we are satisfied. How does that sound, a little submissive?" He grinned. himself against me then, sliding between my lips and rubbing my c**t with his d***k.

"Yes, please, sir." I cried out in a h***e whisper, unable to make any sound beyond that.

I was already well into exhaustion but I still had some energy left to give if it meant I could have them. He pressed my legs even further apart as he situated his tip against my entrance and with a harsh thrust, he bottomed out and I gasped at the fullness of him inside me. "F***k," he cursed.

"You feel like f***g heaven wrapped around my d***k."

When he was like this, there was no sign of the sweet and carefree man, in his place was the other half of him. His dominant side, I could hear the change in his voice and feel it in the air around me. He f*** me with forced thrusts, his skin hitting mine as he slammed inside. He didn't give me a break to get used to his size but the pain mixed in with the pleasure only aroused me more. My breath was ragged and harsh as my chest rose and fell at rapid speed. Already, my or***m was building from my eyes and the intense pleasure was nearing unbearable but I wanted this. I wanted them and nothing could stop me, not even painful pleasure.

"Oh my goodness," I cried, feeling him hit the end of me time and time again.

There was no slow and steady like the morning I had with him not long ago but f**k if I didn't

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as much, if not more. I loved the way he handled

something I never wanted

the ecsta

so good."

my d***k with that tight p***

it feel good as well. I didn't know when my eyes had fallen closed but when I opened them, it was to see him staring down at me with the most intense fervor gaze. Something

He pumped into me and I could feel his d****k swell just before he c*m too. His weight was on me for a short while as he calmed down and collected himself. Thank goodness for that because he

body was ready to tap out. He dragged himself from his position on top of me to my left side and laid down there, close enough to feel h** body heat without him touching me. The bed moved beneath me as I saw Riccardo taking place between my legs next. I had missed him taking off his clothes and I cursed myself because of it. Watching them strip was foreplay in itself. His fingers glistened once again with lube and I figured

out.

me with the pillow." He said to

know what they were doing until Marshall lifted my a**up from the

parts angled upwards. Reaching out to rub my **le, he looked up at me and his eyes dark with

girl, you are taking your punishment so well." He praised me as he pushed his fingers slowly back inside

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his fingers. Grabbing a towel that I hadn't noticed before now, he dried his hand off before leaning or me, his d****k prodding my backdoor. I could feel the wet tip and realized that he must have

be precum.

for us, having to wait for this." He admitted

you are not worth