SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

“Ahhh!!” she screamed, and a gush of liquid left her pussy. I was still penetrating her pussy, thrusting into her pussy. I started stroking her pussy as I was fucking her; she was tugging at the blanket, while her husband was still trying his best not to look at us. I could see droplets of tears falling from his face. I thought he was a badass gangster, but he was crying.

It was embarrassing. I was half out of breath and nearing the climax, so I began thrusting in faster than ever, while her screams intensified, as if she, too, was about to cum. The moment I felt my cum coming out, I pulled out of her. While she just fell to her knees, breathing heavily like she had also cum, I could see liquid falling from her vagina as she sat on the edge of the bed, running her hand through her hair, and looking up at me as my cum was leaving my dick. I was also exhausted and needed a lot of rest; my chest was drenched with sweat.

I was catching my breath and looking for my clothes; it was too late to go home; I’d find a guest room and sleep; I was about to pick up my trouser when Ashley crawled over to me, her gaze fixed on my dick.

Not again! I can’t fucking go another round. She was about to grab my dick when I moved away from her, and I saw her falling to the ground with a great thud, her hair all over the floor. I panicked and squatted to her level, poking her head to see if she was dead, and I paused as I heard the sound of her breathing. She was already sleeping. I ignored her and gathered all of my belongings from the floor. I headed for the door, and as I was about to open it, her husband called out to me.

“Where are you going? Please come get me out of this bed.” He begged. I imagined walking over to him and starting to help him out of the bed. He punched me in the face as soon as I removed the last cuff from his hand. I was about to run when he drew me back to the bed and held my neck tight, trying to strangle me to death. Just my imagination made me scared as I looked back at him, still holding my clothes. The queen didn’t tell me to help him either.

“I am sorry, I can’t help you.” I said to him and exited the room. I ambled down the bright hallway and opened a few rooms before I entered one of them and turned on the lights in the room. The bed was empty and neatly arranged. I tossed my clothes on the bed and strolled to the bathroom.

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The sun ray from outside the curtains of the room shone on my face, waking me up from my slumber, but I didn’t want to wake up; I didn’t want to see the queen or her husband; I was fed up with the two of them, although the sex was good. I couldn’t get her out of my mind, and no matter how hard I showered, my body still smelled like her, which was annoying. I groaned and moved slightly on the bed as I heard the door opening and someone climbing onto my bed.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The person grabbed my dick with the duvet, making me open my eyes to see who it was. To my greatest surprise, it was the queen. She was wearing pink lingerie that was revealing a large portion of her big round boobs, and her skin was glowing as the sunlight was hitting it.

“W-What are you doing here?” I stuttered taking her hand off my dick.

“I want you to fuck me,” she stated bluntly. I gasped. “I… I can’t do that; I already did that last night.” I responded.

“Yes, I know but…” she said, removing the duvet from my body, her gaze fixed on my boxer and bare chest. “I want you to fuck me again; you are the only one that can calm me down after my father’s death.” She said this while staring at my cock as if he were the one, she was speaking to. She started tracing her hand on my chest, giving me a tingling sensation.

She grabbed my dick and attempted to suck it when I stopped her. “We can’t keep doing this; you are married.” I protested.

“If I am married, it’s none of your business; it’s my business; you are my slave; you should do as I say.” She said and took my dick in her mouth before I could say anything, then removed her mouth and began massaging my dick with her hand while keeping a straight face.

“Mmm.” I didn’t know when a moan escaped from my lips as she started playing with my dick with her tongue and started sucking it, giving me a nice, wet, and slow blowjob. I was enjoying it; I could feel my cock sliding all the way down her throat. She had a nice mouth, and it was making me happy. What was she doing? Was she trying to make me a sex doll? I pulled my hard dick out of her and stared at her with a serious face.

“I want to fuck you now.” I said. She climbed down from my bed and started walking toward the door.

“Where are you going? Didn’t you say you wanted me to fuck you?” I inquired.

“Did you really think I was going to fuck you? Hell no, I just wanted to make you suffer; I am not going to fuck you.” She said, making my blood boil. My dick was already hard, and I was ready to fuck her hard this morning.

“This is not fair; it’s torture; what do you expect me to do with my throbbing dick?” I asked her, pointing at my dick; she giggled and opened the door a little.

“I think you should stick it up in your ass.” She said and exited the room.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I cursed hitting the bed continuously; I couldn’t believe she was doing this to me. She just wanted to get me aroused and dump me.

“Ugh!” I groaned, running my hand through my hair in frustration.

“Nasty bitch!” I exclaimed, clenching my teeth.