Conquered by the Mafia Boss

One of his eyebrows rises in an arch. “Or I keep you here for as long as I want.”

He stands an inch away from me, his arms across his chest. I hate that he made me enjoy his palm on my ass. That spanking was the closest I’ve gotten to fucking in weeks, and it made me excited. Damn me, but this cramped office makes me think of his promise to get me out of my tight little dress.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

His leg stiffens as I brush my fingertips over his thigh until I smooth my palm over the bump between his legs. I grab a handful of his cock through his slacks and hear his sharp intake of breath. I reach all the way back, and damn, this guy is gifted because I can barely hold it all in my hands.

Would a cop do this?

I squeeze his cock gently, a thrill running through my pussy when I realize how rapidly he’s growing. Within seconds I feel blood pumping through his rock-hard length.

It’s incredible to hold him-feel his body responding to me. Luc’s smirk finally falters a bit, hardening into that fierce expression all men get when they’re really turned-on.

“You have a nice big cock.”

I squeeze and feel him jump in my hands.

Then my back hits the bookshelf as Luc’s body crushes against mine. He buries his hand in my hair and suddenly his lips are hot against mine, tasting vaguely of alcohol. Oh my God. How long has it been? I lean into the kiss, still squeezing his thick cock now tenting his slacks. It’s like an explosion. His tongue slides into my mouth as his hand keeps my neck steady, painfully tugging on my hairs. I know nothing about this man besides his name, but I want him to fuck me. I know that we’re going to fuck right here in his cramped office. Nothing will stop us.

Books drop from the shelves as he presses his body into mine, still stunning me with his kiss. He breaks away, breathing hard, and bends his head to my chest. I arch my back as his tongue stings the top of my breast. He closes his mouth around me and sucks. An electrical jolt travels instantly to my pussy, and my hand curls around his cock. It’s so fucking hard for me. He tongues my breast, sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth to bite down. My moan fills the room as I wind my fingers through his fine black hair and I yank hard. My dress slips, and he moves from the bright-red patch he made to my nipple standing at attention. Wet heat hits it, and I look and see his lips locked around me, sucking. A pink tongue traces it in circles and I fist his cock as another hot wave hits my pussy.

“Who the fuck are you?”

He gives me one last gentle bite before he looks up, his eyes blazing. “I’m the guy who’s going to fuck you.”

“And then what?”

“Make me happy, and I’ll forget this ever happened.”

At this point I don’t care. I just want more. He straightens, waiting for my response. A battle rages in his eyes-he can barely restrain himself.

I reach the zipper on the side of my dress, but I want him to do it.

“Will you help me?”

A low growl rumbles in his throat as he steps forward with a small smile.

My body shakes in anticipation as he steps around me. He doesn’t touch me, but I feel his heat like a wall of fire behind me. Gentle hands slide up my hips to my abdomen. He takes a step forward. His breath mists over my neck. It’s labored and heavy. He grabs the tiny zipper and pulls down, making the top of the dress droop. He slips the shoulder straps down my arms. Lips touch my neck gently. He kisses a trail along my shoulder as he tugs the dress over my breasts. It’s tight as hell, but he does it slowly so that it feels like his hands are running down my sides. I want him closer. The small distance is torturous. His mouth leaves my skin, and the lack of his touch makes my body throb. With both hands he slides the dress off my hips, thong and all. He sucks in breath and wraps his arms around me, one draped across my tits. His callused hand gropes the soft flesh as his mouth returns to my neck, biting hard. The other hand slowly inches between my legs. Holy fuck, I’m naked. I don’t think I’ve ever done this so quickly with a stranger. Who gives a shit, really?

“Grab my cock.”

I can feel it digging into my ass like a gun. I reach around my back and find the stiff length like a rock in my hands. Oh God. How would it feel inside me?

“You see what you did to me?”

“Yeah.”

“I should punish you for that, too.”

He spreads me apart with his fingers and dives into my wetness. I hear the sound of it and blush hard, embarrassed to be so dripping wet when he’s hardly put his hands on me. He bites me, roughly sliding his fingers along my throbbing clit, occasionally dipping inside to thrust. That shock of hardness makes me gasp, and then shame colors my cheeks.

“It turned you on, didn’t it? Getting spanked in that room full of testosterone.”

A wordless moan escapes my lips as he anchors his fingers in my pussy. “Please-”

“I should have ripped apart that thong and fucked you in front of them. That’s what you deserve for trying to make an ass out of me.”

The edge of anger ripples through my body, but all I feel are his hands. The one gravitating from nipple to nipple, pinching hard with his thumb as he gets me wet all over my thighs. I tug his cock. I want it inside me-please let me feel it inside me.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Get on all fours.”

“What?”

“Get on all fours, now, or I’ll make you pay.”

Bewildered but turned-on, I kneel to the floor as he winds his arms from me and walks over to the desk. Feeling stupid, I place my hands on the floor as he sits in a chair behind his desk. He watches me with a kind of delirious hunger.

“Crawl to me.”

Holy shit-what the hell is this?

Without even thinking, I crawl forward on my hands and knees. He watches me with a satisfied grin on his face. I stop once I reach his legs, and then he lifts himself up, pushing the slacks down. The thick cock springs free from the bed of hair, a dark sac hanging behind it. A bead rolls down his length, and I know what he wants me to do before he asks it.

A primal energy infuses his movements. He reaches forward and grabs the back of my neck, digging into my scalp as he guides my head toward his cock. I lean into the chair, my lips parting for his bulbous head. He slides inside, and I feel like I’m sucking on a log-that’s how wide he is.

“Ahh-fuck!”

He makes a satisfied moan as he pushes himself all the way inside me. I nearly gag when I bury my nose in his groin, but he holds me there and I get used to the length of him. Finally he sighs, yanking my head back. His head pops from my lips. Small flicks of my tongue across his head make his dick twitch, and I press my lips against him, swallowing him once more. I’m getting hot just listening to his moans. I grab the base of his cock and pull the skin taut, running my tongue in circles as he pumps in and out.

He fucking loves it. Fingers drag across my scalp almost in a massage. His balls touch my lips and I revel in how fantastically dirty this is-how hearing his moans makes me wet.

“Baby, you’re so fucking good. You look so hot with my cock in your mouth.”

Inhaling sharply, he grabs both sides of my head in his hands and ruts my mouth. I feel the wetness sliding down my thighs as he uses me just like I wanted someone to. Saliva drips down my chin, his cock pumping in and out of me like a piston.

The chair rolls back as he stands up, using my hair as a leash as he digs his hips in. I take him in, running my other hand up his leg. His balls are drawn up and tight. He’s going to come.