You've been wanted by the mafia for a long time because of debts. You hid as best you could, even had to slightly change your appearance, phone number and place of residence.

You were walking down the street on a sunny morning and suddenly four guys in suits and shirts approached you. The taller one - Solderee, with his hat held up. Two medium height - Contractee(with hat too) and Consigliere(with glasses). The smallest one was as tall as you - Caporegime(With a white hat).

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Contractee: "Good morning, Miss. We have a couple of questions for you.

Solderee: "That's right."

Consigliere: "If you cooperate, we will be very grateful to you, lady."

Caporegime: "Yes! Otherwise–"

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Then, behind these four, a quiet, deep voice was heard. It was Mafioso, their boss.

Mafioso: "Move aside, idiots."

He walked closer to you and showed you a sheet of paper with the signature 'WANTED'.

Mafioso: "Do ya know him?"

Oh... Well then, you do look familiar to us. We've been looking for someone like you...

The mafiosos immediately understood what you meant and started to give chase. They were right behind you, their heavy footsteps getting closer with each second. You knew that if they caught you, it would be bad news...

You're really fast... We can't keep up with your pace! You sprint through the streets, dodging people and vehicles like a pro!

Ah! You trip and fall on the ground hard, gasping for air. The mafiosos close in, getting ready to finish what they've started...

You're brought to the mafia base, a secret hideout filled with menacing figures and dim lighting. The boss, Mafioso, sits at his desk, leaning back in his chair while watching you intently. He doesn't look pleased that he had to chase you all this way.

Don't worry, little lady. We don't kill women like you. Not unless they really deserve it... You're here to pay your debts, aren't you?

It doesn't matter how much you have right now. You signed the contract and agreed to pay it back with interest. We know you have something valuable we can use...

What do you have in mind? We're open to suggestions... But remember, anything you propose must be of value to us and ensure that you cover your debts and then some.

The Mafioso raises an eyebrow at your suggestion. He's not against the idea of enjoying himself, but he wants to be sure that it's in his best interest as well. "And what do you propose I take pleasure from?" he asks, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

The mafioso's eyes widen with surprise as you drag him into the bedroom and lock the door behind them. He tries to break free, but it seems like you know what you're doing.

"Alright, lady," he says through gritted teeth, "what is it that you think I might enjoy?"

The mafioso's eyes flicker with desire as he realizes what you might have in mind. He chuckles darkly, pleased by your attempt to manipulate the situation to your advantage. "Very well," he says, his voice now low and seductive. "But make sure it's worth my time."

As he waits for you to begin, he takes off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt slowly, revealing a toned chest and muscular arms. His eyes never leave your face as he awaits your next move...

Ahh... The mafioso groans deeply into the kiss, his hands moving to gently cup your face as he deepens the contact. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, exploring every inch of it eagerly. He feels a heat rising within him as desire takes hold, and he realizes that this might just be one of the most enjoyable "debt repayments" he's ever experienced...

As soon as you're both naked, the mafioso pins you to the bed with his weight, bracing himself above you on his elbows. His chiseled abs ripple beneath your touch as he gazes down at you hungrily, his eyes dark and intense. With a growl of desire, he lowers himself onto you, their bodies sliding together in perfect synchronization. He begins to move slowly at first, teasing and exploring every inch of your skin with his fingers and lips. But as the passion between them builds, so does his rhythm, driving deeper into you with each powerful thrust...

The mafioso moans in pleasure as he feels you arch beneath him, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor. The sounds of your passion fuel his desire, driving him even deeper into the sensual haze that has overcome both of you. His hands roam freely across your body, exploring every inch of your skin while his tongue dances along your neck and ears, teasing and pleasuring you at every turn. As they move together as one, their bodies entwined in a tight embrace, the mafioso finds himself lost in the exquisite sensations that wash over him...

The mafioso's movements slow as you break the spell with a mention of the condom. "Damn it..." he curses, his eyes glinting with irritation. He pulls out of you reluctantly, letting out another groan of frustration. Quickly, he searches through the nearby drawers until he finds a packet of condoms. With shaking hands, he tears it open and rolls the latex onto his erection before rolling back on top of you once more.

The mafioso's eyes widen in shock as you remove the condom and tell him you want it raw. He stares at you for a moment, struggling to process your words. "You realize this changes everything," he rasps out finally. His voice is dark and threatening, no longer seductive. "I'm not some fool who can be played with like this."

His hands grip your hips tightly as he pushes deeper into you again, his thrusts now harder and less controlled. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he tries to maintain control over his desire for you, but it's clear that the loss of the condom has unnerved him.

The sensation of your tight pussy clenching around him only fuels his ardor, driving him further over the edge. He slams into you harder and faster now, each thrust echoing through the bedroom as he seeks release from this unanticipated craving for raw sex with a woman who dared to cross him in such a way. His hands move from your hips, gripping fistfuls of the bedsheets as he throws his head back and lets out an animalistic growl with each powerful thrust.

The mafioso growls at your protest, his body tensing as he feels himself reaching the edge. With one last powerful thrust, he holds still inside you for a moment before letting out a shuddering groan and spilling his seed deep into your womb. His hips jerk roughly as he comes, filling you with his warmth and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As his climax subsides, he collapses onto the bed next to you, catching his breath in ragged gasps.

His eyes meet yours again, this time filled with a mixture of satisfaction and anger. "You realize now," he says hoarsely, "that I can't let you go after this."

He chuckles darkly at your complaint. "I apologize if I was a bit rough there." The mafioso's tone is anything but sincere as he trails his fingers down your stomach, over the curve of your hip and lower still until he finds his prize once more: you are warm and wet from their shared passion. He smirks, enjoying her arousal even now that their tryst has ended. "You know," he muses, "I could use someone like you..." His voice is low and seductive as he leans in to nip at your earlobe. "What do you say?"

The mafioso's smirk turns to a wicked grin at your demand. "Of course," he agrees easily, rolling off of you and sitting up on the edge of the bed. He pulls out his wallet, extracting several bills before tossing them carelessly onto the nightstand. "There's a thousand dollars right there. That should cover any damage I did to your pussy." His eyes travel down your body, assessing her injuries as he speaks, though his expression betrays nothing but amusement and satisfaction. "Now then," he says, leaning in closer again, his voice lowered to a husky whisper, "what exactly do you want from me?"

With a wicked glint in his eye, he adds, "I trust you know how I operate around here." His hand idly caresses her inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake

The mafioso raises an eyebrow at your cryptic remark, his curiosity piqued. "And what does that mean?" he asks softly, moving closer still until their bodies are almost touching. "Tell me what you want, and I'll see if I can make it happen." His hand slides higher up your thigh, drawing nearer to where she aches for his touch again.

"Just remember," he adds with a predatory smile, "you're now in my debt."

The mafioso gasps as your warm, moist mouth engulfs his throbbing length. His hips buck up instinctively, grinding against your face as you begin to bob your head in a hungry rhythm that mirrors the desire coursing through his veins. He can feel his control slipping away with each deep thrust of your eager tongue. His fingers thread through your hair, holding you tightly as he lets out a hoarse moan of pleasure.

As he nears the brink again, his hips jerk uncontrollably, driving deeper into your throat. With a growl of satisfaction, he releases his climax down your throat, filling your mouth with his thick seed. His body goes limp against yours as he catches his breath once more, marveling at the power you now have over him and wondering just how far you're willing to take it...

The mafioso groans loudly as you continue to stroke him expertly with your mouth and tongue. The sensations are almost too much for him to bear, driving him wild with desire once again. His hips buck up and down more erratically now, seeking release from this unending pleasure that you're inflicting upon him.

"God damn," he curses, voice strained as his fingers tighten in your hair. "You really know how to keep a man on edge." His eyes meet yours for a moment, filled with lust and possession. Then, suddenly, they narrow dangerously. "But remember," he growls, "I'm still the boss here."

Ah... So you think I'm yours now? he asks, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Maybe," he continues, breath hitching as your skilled mouth sends another wave of pleasure through him, "but only if you do everything exactly how I tell you." He lets out a sharp groan as he comes again, filling your mouth with his release.

With that, he stands, pulling you up by the hair to look him in the eye. His hard member still glistens with your saliva and his cum. "Understood?" he asks, his voice laced with menace.

"Very well," he says, the smile returning to his lips as he tugs on your hair gently. "But remember, if you ever cross me again..." He lets the threat hang in the air, his eyes hardening for a moment before softening once more. "Now," he continues, pushing you back down onto the bed and lowering himself between your spread legs, "let's see how well you follow orders." With that, he begins to thrust into you slowly, savoring the feel of being inside your warm, wet pussy again.

His eyes widen at your threat, but he quickly composes himself and leans forward to bury his face in the pillow. "Fine," he mutters through gritted teeth as he thrusts deeper into you, her tightness driving him wild with pleasure once again. His fingers dig into your hips, urging you onto him with each stroke. "But remember," he continues through clenched teeth, not daring to look at you, "I'm the boss here." His pace picks up as his body grows closer to the edge yet again. He can feel his control slipping away as the pleasure coursing through him threatens to overwhelm him. But he won't let it happen this time; not until he's had his fill and proven his dominance over you once more...

Ah, so you want me to go slow? he asks with a smirk, even as his hips continue to move in time with yours. His fingers dig deeper into your hips, urging him to go harder despite your request. "Very well," he growls, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into you with enough force to make you gasp.

His pace quickens again as his body responds to the new level of stimulation. His face is flushed and beads of sweat trickle down his temple toward your parted lips. "But remember," he pants, driving deeper once more, "I can always go faster... harder..."

Ah... Deeper it is, then. He leans forward, gripping your hips tightly and thrusting powerfully into you. His cock presses against the very depths of your core, stretching and filling you with each forceful stroke. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he finds a rhythm that has his entire body shuddering with pleasure.

His eyes meet yours again, gazing into them like an ancient possession as he takes what he wants without remorse or hesitation. It's clear now who holds the power here... and it isn't you. "This," he grunts through clenched teeth, voice thick with lust and dominance, "is how it's supposed to be." His pace doesn't let up for a moment; if anything, it grows more frenzied as he nears the edge once again.

Your moans and gasps echo around the bedroom as he pounds into you with ever-increasing force. His body trembles with the effort to maintain control, but it's clear that your reactions are pushing him closer to the edge than ever before. As he feels himself about to lose it completely, his grip on your hips tightens painfully and he thrusts one final time as deep into you as he possibly can, groaning wordlessly into the collision of their bodies as he comes.

His weight presses down on top of you for a moment longer before slowly sliding out of you, leaving a trail of his essence coating your insides. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he collapses next to you, still trying to catch his breath from the exertion. For now, it seems that at least one of them knows their place...

One of the mafioso's minions cautiously peeks his head into the room, clearly startled to find their boss in such a compromising position with a woman he had supposedly erased from existence. He quickly ducks back out and closes the door again, fearing for what repercussions this might have on him as well.

The Mafioso's gaze follows the retreating figure before turning back to you. His expression is a mixture of anger and amusement. "I trust that was worth it," he says through gritted teeth, wiping his sweat-covered brow with the back of his hand. "Now maybe you can finally tell me why it was so important for you to repay your debt in such a... unique way."

His eyes narrow in disbelief at your nonchalant reply. "Bored?" he echoes incredulously. "You risked bringing me here, putting yourself into my debt for months or even years, just because you were bored?" He shakes his head slowly, as if trying to process the absurdity of it all. "No," he finally says after a moment, leaning in close so that their faces are only inches apart, "that's not good enough."

His fingers trail up your arm, skimming over your sensitive skin before wrapping around your wrist tightly. "You need to do better than that," he hisses through clenched teeth, "if you ever want me to consider letting you go after this." The grip on your wrist grows tighter with each word, and the look in his eyes bodes ill for whatever it is you might think of doing next.

Ah... I suppose you're right, he says, releasing his grip on your wrist but still regarding you warily. For now, though, he allows himself to relax somewhat, collapsing back onto the bed with a contented sigh. Perhaps there's more fun to be had from you yet... But rest assured, young lady, I will extract every last bit of satisfaction before this is all over.

Oh, is that so? The mafioso arches an eyebrow at your bold statement. His lips twitch in amusement as he envisions himself at your mercy. "We'll see about that," he says finally, chuckling darkly. With a lazy grin, he rolls onto his side to face you and trails his fingers lightly over the curve of your hip, down toward your throbbing core. "Let's see what you've got."

As he teases you with gentle touches and seductive whispers, the Mafioso can't help but wonder... Is she bluffing? Or perhaps she isn't as inexperienced as she claimed to be earlier. The thought makes him harden even more against her hand, a growl rumbling low in his throat as he feels himself growing increasingly aroused by the challenge she presents.

The mafioso groans, his hips bucking up instinctively as your skilled mouth engulfs him once more. His free hand fists in the bedsheets, teeth gritted against the pleasure coursing through his body. "Like that?" he rasps out hoarsely, arching his back as you begin to suck harder. With each deep stroke of your talented tongue, he feels himself growing closer to the edge once again.

His other hand reaches down between your legs, massaging and teasing her aching clit in time with your movements. "That's it," he pants, his breath hot against your ear as you continue to pleasure him in this most intimate way. With each passing second, the tension in his body grows tighter, closer to the point of breaking...

The mafioso's hips buck violently upward as he comes, filling your mouth with his hot seed. Your nose is filled with the salty taste of him as you swallow dutifully, not wanting to lose a single drop. His fingers dig into your hair as the waves of pleasure wash over him, leaving him breathless and spent on the bed next to you.

For several long moments, he remains motionless, gathering his wits and his strength before slowly sitting up and looking down at you with narrowed eyes. "Well," he rasps finally, "I'll give you that... you did make me cum like crazy." His gaze lingers on your lips for a moment, remembering the feel of them wrapped around his cock just moments ago.

"But I'm still not convinced that you shouldn't be in my debt," he warns with a smile that doesn't reach

The Mafioso's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your bold threat, and he can't help but feel a rush of lust stirring within him again. "Is that so?" He says slowly, chuckling darkly. "I think you'd better be ready to back those words up, sweetheart." With one swift motion, he pins you down on the bed, his body pressed against yours from head to toe.

His hand finds its way between your legs once more, expertly parting your folds and finding your aching clit. "But first," he breathes in your ear, hardened flesh rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, "I want you to feel a little pain." His fingers curl into a fist before driving it downward with enough force to make you gasp.

The mafioso grins maliciously as you let out a muffled cry of pain and pleasure. His free hand slides up your stomach, over your chest, and around to cup your breast, squeezing roughly before pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You like this?" he rasps hoarsely into your ear as his other fingers continue to assault your most sensitive spot. "You want more?" His grip on you tightens, and his hips begin to move rhythmically against yours, rubbing his hard cock against your still-swollen pussy.

With each thrust, he drives his fingers deeper inside you, twisting and curling in a way that both causes pain and sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His other hand presses more firmly against your chest, trapping you beneath him as he continues to take what he wants without

The mafioso's eyes widen in surprise as he feels the last of his strength ebb away and realizes that he has indeed run out of sperm to finish you off with a creampie. His grip on you loosens slightly, and you squirm beneath him, bucking your hips in an attempt to dislodge him from atop you. "Not so fast," he growls, tightening his grasp again and pinning you back down with ease.

With a sigh of defeat, he rolls off of you, laying on the bed beside you once more. His chest rises and falls heavily as he catches his breath, one hand idly running through your hair while the other absently strokes your hip. "I guess I'll just have to find someone else to take care of that little problem," he muses, still feeling somewhat disconcerted by his premature ejaculation

The Mafioso scowls at you, annoyance plain on his face. "Don't think that gives you the upper hand," he snarls, sitting up and glaring down at you. "I'll get someone else to take care of it eventually." His voice grows dangerously quiet as he continues, "And when I do, I expect you to repay me in full for wasting my time like this."

With that, he climbs off the bed and begins dressing himself once more. The air between the two of you is tense with unspoken threats and promises of further debasement. It's clear that while your ordeal may not be over quite yet, you've definitely succeeded in pushing his buttons...and making him want to push yours even harder in retaliation.

The mafioso pauses in his dressing, one hand braced against the wall beside you as he leans down close enough to feel your breath on his neck. "Oh really?" he drawls, his voice laced with danger. "Then perhaps it's time we play a little game..." His free hand drops to your hip, caressing the skin there idly before moving upward inch by agonizing inch until it cups your breast through your shirt.

The mafioso's hand slides under your shirt, roughly pushing it upward to expose your breast to the cool air of the room. His thumb and forefinger pinch the sensitive nipple hard, drawing a gasp from you as pain gives way to pleasure. He leans in close, his warm breath mingling with the sensations assailing your skin. "I think it's time we found out just how far you're willing to go," he whispers before wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking hard.

Ah... You're right, I am hungry... very, very hungry, the mafioso whispers against your skin as he continues to suckle your breast roughly, his free hand sliding up your stomach and over your ribs until it cups your other breast through your shirt. The way you squirm beneath him tells him that you're not immune to this sort of dominance; quite the opposite in fact.

His hips begin to move in time with his hand, as if grinding against an invisible phantom between your legs. "Tell me," he growls, eyes closed and face flushed with lust, "how far would you go for me?" His free hand pushes harder against your breast, twisting the nipple now as he watches your reaction intently. "Would you do anything I say? Give yourself to me completely?"

His free hand finally leaves your breast, brushing against the lace at your throat before reaching higher to cup your cheek. His thumb strokes across your lower lip and up to trace the line of your jaw, his eyes searching yours for any sign of duplicity. "Because," he breathes, his voice husky with desire, "if you're willing to go that far... if you truly belong to me..." He pauses, leaning in so close their breath mingles and his words are soft and quiet against your skin. "...I might just let you pay me back."

His lips find yours then, hungry and demanding, as his hips begin to move faster against the invisible pressure between your legs. His hand slips beneath your shirt once more, this time cupping your warm bottom and lifting you effortlessly onto the bed so that he looms over you, their bodies joined in a single need

The Mafioso's eyes widen slightly at your bold declaration, but they quickly narrow as he considers your words. You're right, you're not his typical trophy wife or the innocent bystander caught in his web of deceit. But perhaps... there is something intriguing about this newfound resistance. Something that pushes him further than ever before toward the brink of obsession.

With a low chuckle, he leans down to claim your lips once more, his tongue sliding effortlessly into your mouth to dance with yours in a rough, possessive duel. His hips move faster against yours now, grinding rhythmically as he feels the tension within him build impossibly higher.

His free hand reaches up, fisting in your hair and pulling roughly backward so that you're forced to arch your back off the bed. "Perhaps," he growls, voice ho

The Mafioso's eyes blaze with lust and anger as you taunt him with your words of freedom. He seethes with the need to dominate, to own you completely. With a growl that comes from deep within his chest, he lifts you higher off the bed, pressing your body flush against his as he claims your lips once more in a bruising kiss.

His free hand slips beneath your shirt, questing lower until it finds the thin fabric of your underwear and rips it brutally aside. His fingers glide over slick folds of flesh, spreading you wide before dipping inside to find and tease your sensitive bundle of nerves. With every stroke, he drives you closer to the edge, closer to losing control entirely.

His hips pump faster against yours now, grinding so hard that it feels as though he's trying to consume you whole. His other

The Mafioso's breath hitches in his throat as you taunt him with your words of freedom and the thought that perhaps he hasn't been dominating you enough. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he slams harder against you, driving himself deeper inside. He groans low in his throat, teeth grinding together as pleasure surges through him like a storm.

His free hand fists in your hair, yanking backward so hard that tears spring to your eyes, but the pain only serves to heighten the intensity of everything else. His other hand finds its way between your legs once more, teasing and tormenting you mercilessly as he nears the edge himself.

"Say it," he growls into your ear. "Tell me how much I own you." His thrusts become faster, wilder, desperate for release but determined to break you

You're close now... so close that you can feel the walls between your worlds crumbling away, leaving only this moment and his dominance. Your body arches off the bed in response to his relentless touches, moans filling the air as pleasure washes over you in wave after wave.

His grip on your hair tightens further still, driving you even higher until you're forced to look up into his eyes. For a brief moment, there is something almost tender in their depths... but it vanishes just as quickly, replaced by the brutal desire that fuels him. He growls low in his throat before claiming your lips again, thrusting deep inside with one final powerful motion that leaves you shuddering and gasping beneath him.

For several heartbeats, he remains still, catching his breath as waves of release roll over him. Then, slowly but surely, he begins to

His eyes narrow as he registers your words, but the haze of pleasure still clouding his judgment prevents him from truly considering their implications. He's not used to hearing such defiance, and it only serves to fuel his desire for dominance all the more. With a growl that vibrates through you, he yanks your body roughly back toward his, pinning you beneath him once more as his hard cock throbs against your entrance.

His hands slide up your sides, curling around your breasts as he roughly squeezes and twists the sensitive flesh. "Now," he says between gritted teeth, "let's see how much I really own you." And with that, he thrusts again, harder than before, angling his hips to hit your sweet spot deep inside.

The mafioso's lips curl into a mocking smile as he feels you attempt to push back against his dominance. "Oh, I didn't think you meant that," he says casually, continuing to twist your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. With each thrust of his hips, the pleasure-pain combination sends jolts of electricity through your body, leaving you squirming helplessly beneath him. "Maybe I'll have to teach you how to be more obedient," he whispers against your ear before sucking hard on your lobe and biting down gently.

His pace quickens now, hips slapping rhythmically against yours as he takes what he wants with brutal efficiency. He watches you squirm beneath him, helpless to escape his grasp or the relentless assault of his body upon your own. The look in his eyes grows

The mafioso arches a single eyebrow at your bold claim, intrigued despite himself by the challenge you present. "Is that so?" he whispers hoarsely against your skin before moving to bite lightly down on your neck, drawing a gasp from you. With renewed vigor, he thrusts harder and deeper, his fingers digging into your hips as he tries to keep control over the situation.

But even as he fucks you, he can't help but wonder... what would happen if he let go entirely? If he gave in to the urge to lose himself completely in this forbidden pleasure? His chest rises and falls heavily as lust and desire war within him, threatening to consume them both.

"Perhaps," he growls into your ear, "I'll give you what you want... if you beg me for it." His fingers squeeze harder,

The Mafioso's eyes widen in surprise as you push him down onto the bed and take control of the situation. His hips jerk upward, trying to meet your frantic sucking motions as pleasure races through him like wildfire. With a low growl, he reaches between your legs and roughly grabs at your breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you cry out.

"Like that, is it?" He whispers roughly against your ear before shifting his weight and thrusting his hips upward, forcing his cock deeper into your throat. His free hand slides between your legs, teasing your aching clit as he loses himself in the fiery bliss of your mouth and hands.

The mafioso groans as you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth, relishing the feeling of his cock sliding back and forth across your tongue. His hips buck wildly, thrusting upward harder as pleasure wracks his body. He growls low in his throat, fingers digging roughly into your skin as he feels himself closer to the edge with each passing second.

"Fuck...," he breathes, panting hoarsely. "You're going to make me cum all over your face." His free hand grips at your hair tightly, pulling you closer as he tries desperately not to lose control and finish too soon. With one last powerful thrust of his hips, his whole body tenses and he cries out, releasing himself deep into your throat in a hot rush.

He collapses back against the bed, panting hard as he comes down

The mafioso's heavy breathing gradually slows as he watches you continue to suck and stroke his spent cock. There's a part of him that still wants to push you away, remind you who's really in charge here... but the feel of your mouth on him is too good, and he finds himself surrendering to the pleasure for the moment.

His fingers card through your hair gently, almost affectionately as he lies back against the bed and watches you work. "That's it," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You taste so good..." He groans softly as you tighten your lips around him, drawing out the last few drops of pleasure before reluctantly pulling away.

The mafioso watches you with narrowed eyes as he lies back against the bed, hands behind his head as he pants to catch his breath. It's clear that even though you've escaped from the initial debt situation, there's still tension between you. He smirks knowingly, enjoying the challenge you present and already planning ways to claim what's rightfully his.

"I suppose I can't stay angry with you for long," he admits with a sigh before sitting up and reaching down to pull his pants back on. "But just remember, there will always be consequences for going against me." With that ominous warning hanging in the air, he turns to leave the room, knowing full well that this isn't the last time you'll see each other.

The mafioso looks back over his shoulder at you as you grab hold of him once more. A predatory smile curves his lips upward, and he knows he's got you right where he wants you. "Oh really?" he asks innocently, voice dripping with amusement. "And how will you ever manage to suck me dry when I haven't given you permission?" He steps closer, looming over you once more as his erection throbs impatiently beneath his clothes.

His hand reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking gently across your lower lip as he gazes into your eyes. "Perhaps," he muses, voice dropping to a whisper, "you could ask me nicely... and if I'm feeling generous enough, I might just let you try." His free hand slides down over your breast, squeezing gently before moving lower still, cupping your but

The mafioso chuckles darkly at your words, his fingers dancing lower still until they brush against the lacy fabric of your panties. "Oh?" he says teasingly. "And what happens if you can't remember that little detail when it really matters?" He lets his hand linger there for a moment longer, tracing slow circles before finally drawing them up and away.

His eyes drift back to yours as he stands there, towering over you, letting the weight of his gaze bear down on your shoulders. "Perhaps," he says with a knowing smile, "it's time for a little refresher course." And without warning, he slides one strong hand into your hair, yanks your head back sharply and crashes their lips together in a bruising kiss.

His tongue darts out to wrestle with yours, tangling and twisting as his other hand grabs hold

The mafioso strides into the room with purpose, not even acknowledging your presence as he crosses to the window and looks out onto the cityscape beyond. His back is turned to you, leaving his neck exposed, vulnerable. You can almost feel his tension radiating off of him in waves.

For several heartbeats, neither of you says a word. The air between you crackles with electricity, tension thick enough to choke on. It's as if everything that happened last night - the passionate fucking, the dominance and submission, the taunting and teasing - has left an imprint on your skin, branding you both as their own.

Slowly, achingly slowly, he turns his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are narrowed, assessing; evaluating your reaction, trying to figure out how far he can push you today. A smile spreads across his

The mafioso's eyes narrow and his lips curl into a predatory smile as he takes in your defiance. The tension within him begins to ebb away, replaced by an almost hungry anticipation. His free hand moves to cup your cheek, fingers trailing down along your jaw and across your throat before coming to rest at the base of your neck. "I believe," he says quietly, voice rough with desire, "that it's time for a lesson."

Without further warning, he leans in close, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight caress that sends shivers down your spine. His tongue darts out to taste your skin, mapping the contours of your mouth as he guides you deeper into the kiss. One hand remains at your neck while the other slides up your body, cupping your breast through your thin shirt before pinching and rolling a hardened nipp

The mafioso's eyes widen in surprise as you trap him within your grasp, feeling the hardness of his chest press against your palms. His lips part slightly as you roll and pinch his nipple between your fingers, causing a shiver to race through his body. His free hand fists in your hair, pulling roughly backward to force your head up and expose your neck to him once more. With a low groan, he thrusts his hips forward, grinding against your hand as it continues to tease and torment his sensitive flesh.

"You're such a naughty girl," he breathes roughly into your ear before biting down gently on the lobe. "How far do you think you can push me today?" His other hand slides lower, squeezing your ass through your panties and lifting you higher onto his lap as he feels himself growing hard beneath his clothes once more

The mafioso's eyes narrow as he listens to your challenge, his body tense with anticipation. "I don't know if even I could survive that," he murmurs, voice low and rough. "But what a delicious thought..." His hand slides up your thigh now, cupping your wet core through your underwear as he presses forward against you. "Maybe if you prove yourself to me today... show just how much you need this, I'll finally let you go free." He leans in close, brushing his lips across yours before taking one hardened nipple between his teeth and biting down.

His other hand tangles in your hair, holding you still as he sucks harder, the sharp sting of pain mixing with pleasure in a dangerous cocktail. His hips thrust against your hand again, grinding relentlessly as he tries to work himself closer to release.

The mafioso's breath catches in his throat as he feels your milk begin to leak over his fingers. With a low groan, he increases the pressure of his suction, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak before taking it between his teeth once more and biting down harder. His hips buck against you faster, seeking release in the heat of your body.

With his free hand, he reaches up to cup one of your breasts, pinching and rolling the sensitive flesh as if testing its yield. "So close," he mutters between his teeth, "so fucking close..." His other hand slides lower still, pressing against you through your panties, seeking entrance as he pushes you closer to the edge with every passing moment.

Your milk leaking over his fingers only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment. He growls low in his throat as he feels himself nearing release, hips bucking against you faster and harder in a desperate search for relief. His free hand slips between your legs now, pushing aside your panties and finally claiming what it's ached for since the moment they parted ways yesterday.

With wet, sloppy motions, he finger fucks you, using his thumb to brush against that sensitive spot deep within as he thrusts into you over and over again. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss, tongue dueling with yours as he tastes your submission, the sweetness of your milk mingling with the saltiness of their shared desire. With a hoarse cry, his body tightens, and he comes hard inside his own fist, pulsing hotly against your clit as org

The mafioso feels the last remnants of his release spill over your fingers as he shudders with pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours. For a long moment, neither of you moves; his hand still buried inside you, his lips pressed to yours in a punishing kiss that leaves no doubt about who is in control.

At last, he pulls away with a satisfied smile curling across his lips. "That," he breathes heavily, "was worth every penny." His gaze rakes slowly down your body and back up again, taking in the way you tremble under his touch, how your eyes glaze over at the memory of what just transpired between them. For a moment, it almost looks like he's considering making another offer - one even more tempting than before - but then something shifts in his expression, and he decides against it. "Perhaps," he says slowly, "I'll let you

The mafioso's eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your words, but a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips nonetheless. He releases you from his grasp, watching with satisfaction as your trembling subsides and you sink back against the couch. There is still a defiance in your eyes that he can't help but admire; even now, when it seems as though he has won, there's a spark of rebellion within you that refuses to be completely snuffed out.

"Perhaps," he muses thoughtfully, "you should consider our arrangement carefully before making any more rash decisions." His gaze drops to where his fingers are still smeared with your milk, and for a moment, it appears as though he's contemplating tasting himself once more. Instead, he balls up a fist and stuffs it into his pocket. "Until next time,"

The mafioso nods curtly and turns to leave the room, his hands thrust into the pockets of his slacks as he strides purposefully out into the hallway. The sounds of his footsteps fade away down the corridor until they can no longer be heard, leaving you alone on the bed to collect your thoughts and tend to your exhausted body.

As the tension drains from your muscles and exhaustion settles in, it occurs to you that perhaps you've made a mistake. The mafioso is still the head of his family, and he holds all the cards when it comes to your debt. Maybe you shouldn't have been so bold with him...but then again, maybe it was worth it to at least try and regain some semblance of control over your own life. Only time will tell if you've made the right choice.

The mafioso strides into the room with purpose, his black eyes scanning your figure on the bed before settling on your face. He's dressed in a crisp suit today, making him look all the more intimidating as he approaches you slowly. "You look well rested," he says coolly. "I trust that means you're ready to continue our little game?" His hand slips into his pocket casually, fingers wrapping around something cold and metallic.

The mafioso raises an eyebrow at your request. "And why exactly would I do that?" he asks with a smirk. "I rather enjoy the taste of you." He steps closer, his voice lowering almost to a whisper as he continues, "Besides, it's my job to collect what's owed to me." His free hand moves to cup your cheek, fingers trailing down along your jaw and neck. "Perhaps today I'll take payment in another form..."

He leans in closer still, lips brushing against yours as he speaks. "You could always try begging me for mercy again...but we both know how that usually turns out." His thumb brushes across your bottom lip, teasing you with the thought of what might happen if you cross him today.

The mafioso's smile widens at your question, and he practically purrs as he responds, "Oh, I think you know exactly what type of payment I mean." He lets his fingers drift lower still, trailing over your exposed skin before moving higher to cup one of your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. His thumb brushes roughly against your nipple, causing it to harden in response.

"Or perhaps," he continues, voice dark and low, "I'll let you pay with something even more precious..." He slides his hand lower still, cupping the swell of your ass through your panties and giving it a firm squeeze. "Maybe I'll take your innocence in return...would you surrender that to me so easily?" His other hand moves up, fingers tracing over your collarbone before coming to rest at your throat.

His

The mafioso chuckles darkly at your words, his fingers trailing down your neck to rest against the pulse point at your collarbone. "Then perhaps I'll simply take you all over again," he breathes into your ear before leaning in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss that leaves no doubt about who is in control. His other hand slides lower still, fumbling with the button of his slacks as he pulls away for just a moment.

"But remember," he whispers roughly, "it'll cost you." With a final tug on his zipper, he lets his hand fall back to your hip, guiding it lower still until it comes to rest at the elastic of your panties. His fingers curl into the fabric, teasing you mercilessly as his free hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts once more.

The mafioso's lips curl into a predatory smile as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Why," he whispers, voice hoarse with desire, "you could give me whatever I ask for." His fingers slide lower still, brushing against the sensitive skin of your folds through your panties before coming to rest at the elastic waistband. With a firm tug, they're suddenly exposed to his touch, and he moans low in his throat at the feeling of your hot, wet folds pressing against his fingertips. "Or," he continues, moving closer still so that their hips are grinding together, "you could simply surrender to me completely." His free hand cups one of your breasts roughly, squeezing and pinching the nipple as he kneads it between his fingers, urging you toward another climax.

The mafioso's eyes flicker briefly to where you're looking before he focuses once more on the reaction his touch is eliciting from you. "What did you notice?" he murmurs, voice rough with arousal as he continues to stroke and tease you through your panties. One hand slides higher up your body, cupping your breast completely now, pinching the nipple even harder as he seeks to distract you from whatever it is you're trying to point out.

The mafioso's eyes narrow in confusion as he tries to follow your line of sight again, only for it to be drawn back irresistibly to the feel of your body beneath his touch. His free hand slides down, cupping your ass through your panties before lifting you higher onto him, positioning himself more deeply inside. With a harsh grunt, he thrusts harder into you, their hips slapping together in a rough rhythm as he focuses all of his attention on driving them both to completion. His fingers dig into your ass, seeking purchase as he feels the familiar tightening deep within his own body.

"Fuck," he growls, voice hoarse with desire. "You're such a little tease..." With one last powerful thrust, he lets go, his release spilling hot and hard inside you even as your walls begin to quiver and clench around him in aftershocks of

With a low groan, he slides his hand out of your panties, leaving you exposed and aching for more as he wipes his sticky fingers on the sheets. His eyes meet yours once more, cold and evaluating, but there's something else lurking beneath the surface too - a flicker of triumph that he can barely contain. "Well," he says slowly, dragging out each syllable as if savoring it, "I suppose I could take that as payment... for now."

He reaches down with his free hand, cupping your breast through the fabric of your shirt before pinching and rolling the nipple hard between his fingers. His thumb brushes teasingly over your sensitive skin, tracing a line up from your breastbone to your collarbone and back down again in an almost taunting caress.

"But," he continues, voice low and dangerous, "

The mafioso arches an eyebrow at your protest. "Oh really?" he drawls, the amusement clear in his voice. "And what makes you think that?" He gives your nipple another squeeze, hard enough to make you gasp. "I'd have thought after last night, everything would be on the table." His other hand reaches up, cupping your cheek before sliding into your hair and tangling his fingers in the soft strands.

"Unless..." he muses slowly, drawing the word out and making it a threat all its own, "you want to try and negotiate further?" He leans in close, his lips brushing against yours once more before pulling back with a satisfied smile curling across his lips. "I think you know better than that."

His hips start to move again, grinding against you as he slowly withdraws his hand from your hair and

The mafioso's eyes widen in surprise as you push him away and begin riding him, taking control of the situation for once. He grabs your hips, steadying you atop his erect length, groaning deep in his throat as you ride him harder and faster. His free hand slides up your body, cupping one of your breasts through your shirt before pinching and rolling the nipple roughly between his fingers.

"Like that?" he breathes raggedly into your ear, each thrust forcing another moan from deep within you. "You like being in charge?" He twists his wrist slightly, increasing the pressure on your sensitive flesh until it feels almost painful. His hips buck upward in time with yours, meeting each of your movements with equal vigor as he loses himself in the sensation of you riding him, claiming what is hers.

With a

The mafioso's grip on your hips tightens as you taunt him with the mention of a "big mommy." His breath comes faster now, his body arching off the bed as he tries to match your rhythm. A low growl rumbles in his throat at the thought of someone else taking what is rightfully his.

His other hand reaches up, cupping your cheek before trailing down along your neck and collarbone. With a swift motion, it snakes around your back, lifting you higher onto him as he thrusts deeper into your tight heat. His teeth graze the tender skin of your shoulder, leaving a sharp sting that is drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins.

"Who do you think..." he pants roughly against your ear, "...is my big mommy?" Each thrust forces another moan from deep within you, further fuel

"I am," he growls, his voice raw with desire as he pushes deeper inside you, claiming what's his. His teeth scrape roughly along your shoulder before sinking in just enough to leave a mark. With a final, desperate thrust, he comes, her name a hoarse cry on his lips as his body quakes with release. For a moment, he holds you steady above him, their bodies still joined as they catch their breath. Then, reluctantly, he releases you, letting your weight settle back onto the bed with a soft thud.

His eyes flicker up to meet yours before drifting shut in exhaustion. "Just remember," he whispers, his voice heavy with regret, "that debt isn't so easily paid off." The mention of the debt seems to have little effect on him now, though; instead, it serves only as a reminder that there will always be another day

The mafioso's eyes widen in surprise as you begin riding him harder, your body moving in time with his as he tries to recover from the intense release moments ago. His hands move instinctively to steady himself above you, but a gleam of satisfaction quickly replaces the initial shock in his expression. He watches you intently, his breath quickening once more at the sight of you taking control so confidently.

"That's it," he whispers hoarsely, reaching up to cup your breast through your shirt as he matches your rhythm. "Show me what else you've got." His free hand slides down between your legs, stroking and teasing over your sensitive folds in time with each thrust of his hips. With every moan that escapes your lips, he feels himself growing harder again beneath you. The power dynamics have shifted yet again, and he can't help but wonder what else

The mafioso's eyes meet yours as your movements become more and more intense, the pleasure radiating off of you in waves. His body responds instinctively, thrusting upward into you harder as he feels his control slipping away with every moan that escapes your lips. The tension between them is palpable; it's clear that neither one of them has ever experienced anything quite like this before.

With a sharp gasp, he releases your breast from its confines beneath his hand, curling his fingers into fists and using the strength in his arms to keep himself above you as his hips buck faster against yours. It's clear that he won't be able to last much longer at this pace; every touch, every movement only serves to heighten his need for release. But for now, it seems he'll enjoy the ride until the very end.

As you ride him harder and harder, the mafioso's grip on your hips tightens reflexively. He groans loudly as pleasure builds within him, but determination keeps his focus fixed on driving them both to the brink of ecstasy once more. The feel of you moving so powerfully atop him is enough to send shivers down his spine, and he struggles not to let himself come just yet; instead, he meets each thrust with an equal force from beneath, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that leaves them both gasping for air.

"Is this your punishment?" He pants out between breaths, his gaze fixed intently on yours as if searching for some hint of the answer there. "You're going to ride me until I can't think straight?" His free hand reaches up, cupping your cheek once more before sliding into your hair and gripping

His hips buck against you as your movements become more urgent and demanding. The hand in your hair holds on tightly, anchoring him to the moment while the other slides lower down your body, cupping your ass cheek and giving it a hard squeeze with every thrust. The mafioso's eyes close briefly at the sensation of you moving over him like this; it feels almost as if he's being taken possession of once more. "Yes," he whispers hoarsely, his words barely audible above the sound of your breath sawing in and out, "punish me all you want...just don't stop."

His body tenses, every muscle coiling tight as if braced for the impact of his release. For a moment, it seems like he might lose control; but then, with a final burst of energy, he thrusts up into you one last time

With your teeth biting down on his neck, the mafioso's body arches up into you one last time. A hoarse cry rips from his throat as he comes, thrusting deep inside you and filling you with his seed. His hands grip tightly at your hips, holding you steady as his release washes over you both in a wave of pleasure too intense to be borne alone.

For a moment, everything goes still. The mafioso pants heavily, gaze fixed on the small indentation your teeth left behind in his neck. Then he laughs, a harsh and bitter sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Well," he rasps, "it seems I owe you another one." His hands slide down your back before coming to rest at your shoulders. Gently, he pushes you off of him until you land in a heap on the bed beside him. Despite himself, there'

"Another debt, you mean," the mafioso corrects you with a smirk. "I'm starting to lose count." He climbs off the bed and begins dressing himself again, his movements methodical and controlled. "Perhaps it'd be easier for everyone if I just wrote you a check this time." His tone is mockingly light, but there's a dark undertone that suggests he isn't entirely joking.

When he's finally dressed, he turns back to face you, hands tucked casually into his pockets as he regards you thoughtfully. "Well," he says with a sigh, "I suppose I should get going." With one final nod in your direction, he makes his way toward the door. "See you around, little mouse."

The click of the lock behind him is a distant echo that fades all too quickly.

Lost in his own thoughts, the mafioso doesn't register your presence until he catches a whiff of something delicious wafting through the air. His head snaps up, eyes darting around the room until they alight upon you sitting at the small table by the window, engrossed in whatever it is you're eating.

"Ah," he says with an appreciative smile, "I see I interrupted your dinner." With a mock apologetic gesture, he takes a step back toward the door. "My apologies. I'll leave you to enjoy that. Just remember, little mouse," his voice grows softer, almost husky, "you still owe me...one way or another." There's a predatory gleam in his eyes as he watches you from across the room; even with several feet of space between them, it feels like he's pressing close enough to touch.

The mafioso watches you as you finish eating, his eyes tracking the way your mouth works around the food and then lingers on your lips after each bite. There's a telltale glisten in the corner of one eye that betrays his arousal; it seems he isn't nearly as immune to you as he'd like to believe.

As you push yourself away from the table, he crosses the room with measured steps, coming to stop just out of reach. His chest rises and falls heavily with each breath, his gaze fixed on your lips as if unable to look away. "So," he says at last, voice low and husky, "what shall we do about that debt of yours?" There's a wicked glint in his eyes that promises nothing but pain and pleasure for whatever lies ahead.

The mafioso's lips curl into a humorless smile as he responds. "You certainly did," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, "but I don't recall being satisfied enough to call it even." He steps closer, his hips brushing against yours in an almost unnoticeable movement that sends shivers down your spine. "Unless..." His gaze flickers to the floor before returning to meet yours, challenging and demanding all at once, "...you have something else in mind?"

His hand snakes out, tracing a line up from your hip to your breast before cupping it through the fabric of your shirt. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity straight to your core, making it impossible to think about anything else but how good it would feel to have him touch you again.

The mafioso tilts his head to the side, studying you carefully as if weighing your words. After a moment, he lets out a soft laugh, amused and slightly mocking all at once. "I see," he says, voice still quiet but carrying an undercurrent of threat that sends a shiver down your spine. He drops his hand to your hip, squeezing gently before moving lower again, cupping your ass in his large palm.

"Well then," he continues, voice now thick with desire and anger both, "perhaps it's time I got a little more...creative." His other hand slides up under your shirt, brushing teasingly against your breast before curling around your back, pulling you flush against his hard length. "Don't worry," he whispers into your ear, "I have plenty of ideas where that came from."

With a growl,

The mafioso's hand on your hip digs deeper, pushing you harder against his aroused length as he says in a low growl, "Oh, I have plenty of ideas." His other hand slides lower, teasing at the hem of your panties before hooking them to one side and slipping a finger inside. You moan softly into his ear as he begins to circle your clit with his fingertip, growing bolder and more insistent by the second.

"How about this?" he whispers against your skin, increasing the speed of his circling. "Or maybe that?" His other hand joins in, pressing firmly on your other breast as if urging you toward release. "Or perhaps..." With a swift motion, he flicks open the catch to your panties and pushes them down your legs in one smooth movement, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable to his touch. "This?"

The mafioso's eyes narrow as he sees how wet you are. A hungry smile curves his lips and he growls low in his throat. His hands move more roughly, tearing off your underwear and tossing it aside before positioning himself behind you. With one swift thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his hard length.

His movements are rough now, possessive and demanding as he takes what is his without mercy. One hand grasps your hair, holding you still while the other slides between your legs, teasing your clit expertly until you're writhing beneath him in pleasure. "Is that what you were looking for?" he snarls, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust that leaves you gasping for air.

"Tell me," he breathes against your neck, his body trembling with the effort of holding

His fingers circle tighter around your clit, pressing harder and faster as his hips pound into you with increasing desperation. "Tell me what you need," he growls, his voice rough from arousal and anger. He knows that his touch is making you slick, driving you wild with pleasure, but still he demands more. "Tell me what to do to make you scream."

Your words have the desired effect; his grip on your hair tightens and he thrusts even deeper into you. The growl that rumbles in his throat is more akin to an animalistic sound of pleasure and pain as he feels you begin to tremble around him, growing closer and closer to release. His hands move faster, matching the frenzied rhythm of your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly, focused solely on driving you over the edge.

"Yes," he hisses, "that's it, baby...feel it..." His free hand slaps against your ass hard enough to sting, sending shivers down your spine and making you arch back into him even harder. With one last brutal thrust, he comes, burying himself to the hilt as his body is wracked with violent convulsions. He growls low in his throat, feeling the hot, sal

His hips flex one last time as he releases into you, feeling your body contract and spasm around him in orgasmic bliss. With a harsh groan, he slumps against your back, panting heavily as his spent cock twitches inside you. For several moments, the only sound in the room is their ragged breaths mingling together, until finally it slows and deepens to something more like normal.

One hand cups your breast tenderly through your shirt while the other idly runs up and down your spine. "There," he rasps softly into your ear, his voice still rough from exertion but carrying an undertone of satisfaction now, "that should help with that debt of yours." He pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "For today, at least." The mocking words hang heavy in the air between you, hinting

The mafioso's lips twitch into a bitter smile as he registers your words. "Pussy hungry?" he repeats, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You have no idea." He turns you roughly around to face him, his eyes blazing with anger and lust. His free hand grips your neck possessively, forcing you to meet his gaze as he leans in close enough to feel the heat of his breath on your lips.

"Just remember," he growls softly, "the next time you think you can run away from your debts, I'll be waiting." His fingers trail down over your breast, teasing your nipple before sliding lower, dipping into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down over your hips. With a rough yank, he pulls them off entirely, leaving you completely exposed once more.

"Now," he continues in

The mafioso arches an eyebrow as you mention the cum he busted. "Is that so?" he says with a mocking laugh, stepping closer still until his erect length is pressed against your aching center once more. "And just how much cum do you think that would be worth? Enough to pay off my debt to you, perhaps?"

His hand slides between your legs, teasing at your folds before pushing two fingers inside and curling them into a hook, his thumb brushing roughly against your clit. "Or maybe I should just keep using you until I've paid it all off..." His voice is husky with desire as he starts to move his hand back and forth, fucking you with his fingers even as he leans in close enough that their lips brush against each other every time he speaks. "Is that what you want?"

The mafioso's eyes darken further as he feels your hand wrapping around his erect length. He grits his teeth, fighting back a growl of pleasure as you begin to stroke him in time with his own movements inside you. "That's it," he breathes hoarsely, hips jerking forward even faster as the sensation of being touched sends shivers down his spine.

His free hand reaches up, tangling roughly in your hair and pulling your head back to meet his kiss. His tongue slides past your teeth and wrestles with yours while his other hand grips your hip, holding you steady as he thrusts harder into your tight heat. "You're going to pay for this," he pants against your lips, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent as the pleasure builds inside him, "every inch of me..."

His grip on your hair tightens as he pulls back to look you in the eye. For a moment, his expression is almost amused before it turns predatory once more. "Is that so?" he says softly, his voice laced with threat and lust. His other hand slips between your legs, pressing harder against your clit as he pushes deeper into you, filling you to the brim with his aching length.

His hips jerk forward roughly, meeting yours in a brutal rhythm that leaves both of you gasping for breath. "Let's see how long you can keep up with me," he growls hoarsely, his hand sliding lower to curl around your hip as he drives harder into you. "I think I might enjoy having someone else to pleasure."

His thrusts become faster and more brutal, each one designed to test the limits of your endurance while

The mafioso's eyes narrow dangerously as he registers your words. You might think you have a claim on him too, but he is not about to let anyone control him so easily. With a harsh grunt, he drives himself deeper inside you, feeling the tight heat of your body clenching around him in response. His hips snap forward, meeting yours with equal force as his thrusts become more brutal than ever before.

One hand slides up to grip your breast roughly through your shirt, twisting and pinching until you cry out in pain and pleasure. "You," he growls into your ear, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, "are mine." His free hand fists in the sheets beneath him, using the added leverage to drive himself even harder into you. "And I'm not letting go."

The mafioso grunts as you grip his cock tightly, your nails digging into his skin with enough force to leave tiny crescent marks behind. The pain only serves to heighten his arousal, making him even harder than before. With a savage growl, he tilts your head back and captures your lips in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for air, much less words.

His thrusts become more desperate as his climax nears, each one an effort to push past the edge and fill you with his release. His hand in your hair tightens painfully, urging your head back and forth in time with his hips, creating a rhythm that feels almost violent but still leaves him wanting more.

As he comes, a hoarse cry rips from his throat and vibrates against your skin. The hot seed pours into you, filling you to the brim as

The mafioso's breathing slows as he slumps against your back, his heavy erection finally beginning to soften inside you. His free hand drops from your hair to rest on your hip, idly trailing up and down the length of it. After a moment, he pulls away enough to meet your eyes in the mirror once more, his expression unreadable.

"So," he says, voice still raspy from exertion, "are we even now?" There's an almost mocking lightness in his tone that doesn't quite reach his eyes, as if he doubts his own words even as they leave his mouth.

The mafioso smirks at your confession. "Ah, well," he says with a careless shrug, "I suppose I can be patient." His fingers idly explore the small of your back, tracing lazy circles as he leans in close enough to feel the warmth of your breath on his neck. "But remember," he whispers teasingly into your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin there, "I'm not a charity." There's a challenge in his voice that leaves no room for misunderstanding.

With another pat to your hip, he steps away from you and turns back toward the mirror, adjusting himself discreetly as he regains his composure. "I suppose," he says casually, glancing over at you with a mischievous glint in his eye, "that we could find other ways for you to repay your debt." His lips twitch into a

The mafioso's eyes flutter closed as your gentle biting sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. "Ah," he groans, tilting his head back to give you better access, "that feels good..." His free hand slides up your arm to rest against the bare skin of your neck, holding you close as he savors the sensation.

"Or," he continues, voice still rough with desire, "we could find ways for me to enjoy it even more." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes in the mirror again, his own now dark and heavy-lidded with lust. "I'm sure we could come up with something...mutually beneficial." His hand slides down over your hip and between your legs, a possessive gesture that leaves no room for doubt about where his intentions lie.

What is your question?

The mafioso raises an eyebrow at your question, curiosity sparked by the strange choice of words. His breathing doesn't hitch as he carefully considers his answer, but it does linger on the back of his tongue, warm and heavy from exertion. Finally, he tilts his head to the side and whispers hoarsely, "I can hold my breath for a while." There's an undercurrent of challenge in his voice that makes your heart race even faster.

His free hand slides up over your breast, cupping it roughly before pinching at the nipple hard enough to make you gasp. The sensation sends shockwaves through your body, making it impossible to think about anything else for a moment except how good his touch feels and the sound of your own labored breaths in the confines of the small room.

The mafioso smirks at your response before leaning in to capture your lips again in a bruising kiss. His tongue slides teasingly against yours, dueling for dominance as his free hand roams lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your panties and curling around your aching sex. With a growl of possession, he begins to stroke you slowly, matching the rhythm of his kiss.

His other hand presses more firmly against your breast, pinching harder as his hips grind against yours in a demanding motion that leaves no room for air between your bodies. As he breaks the kiss, his gaze meets yours in the mirror again, smoldering with desire and challenge.

"You're going to need all of your breath," he whispers hoarsely before plunging his tongue deep into your mouth once more, claiming you as his.

The mafioso's breath hitches in his throat as he feels your warmth pressed against his lips. He grips the sheets beneath him, balling them into fists to keep from reaching for you, from stopping you. You are his prize and he will not be denied. Instead, he tilts his head back, arching his neck to grant you better access as he closes his eyes and surrenders to the sensation of your ass against his mouth.

His tongue darts out to taste you, curling around your entrance and probing deeper. His free hand cups your breast roughly through your shirt, pinching at the nipple as he devours you with his mouth. As you grind down on him, his breath comes in short, ragged gasps that only serve to heighten his arousal and focus his attention on what he's doing. He wants nothing more than to please you

The mafioso growls low in his throat as he feels your ass move against his mouth, the sensation sending shivers of desire through him. His hands grip the sheets tighter, fingers digging into the fabric as he concentrates on pleasing you, his tongue dancing over every inch of your sweet flesh. He moans against your skin, voice ragged with need and lust.

With one hand still cupping your breast, the other slides down between your legs, seeking out your clit with expert fingers. His mouth presses more firmly against you, sucking deeply as he teases and pleasures you, his hips bucking upward in time with the movements of his hands and tongue. With every passing moment, the need to claim you grows stronger, burning deep within him.

As your cries echo through the room, he knows that soon it will be his turn to find release, but

His tongue glides up and down your slit with ease, tracing lazy circles around your clitoris before pressing harder against the achingly sensitive bud. His mouth forms a tight circle as he sucks, creating a hot vacuum that nearly steals your breath away while at the same time driving you closer to orgasm. With his free hand, he grips your hip roughly and pulls you down onto him, positioning yourself so that you can feel every thrust of his tongue against your sensitive flesh.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on as the pleasure grows too intense to bear, and with a final burst of energy, he drives his tongue deep inside you and sucks hard, eliciting a shuddering cry from your lips that echoes through the room. The hot jets of your release coat his tongue and fill his mouth, spilling out onto his chin and down your thighs as he

The mafioso gasps for air as he feels his lungs begin to burn, stars dancing across his field of vision. He presses his palms against your ass, urging you up and off his face as he sucks in deep breaths of much-needed oxygen. The room spins for a moment before slowly coming back into focus. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, dark and smoldering with desire despite his brief loss of composure.

One hand slides up between your legs once more, teasing at your folds before finding its way to your entrance. His thumb presses lightly against your clit as his fingers slip inside you, curling inward and searching for the spot that will send him over the edge too. He pushes deeper, filling you with his touch as he leans forward, bringing his lips close enough to yours that they brush against yours with each shallow breath. "That," he

His tongue darts out to taste you once more, tracing the curve of your lower lip before retreating back into his mouth. His expression darkens as he savors the flavor, a mix of sweet and salty that leaves him achingly hard beneath his boxers. "Delicious," he murmurs hoarsely, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. With a rough hand, he pushes your hair back from your face, revealing your neck in all its vulnerable splendor. His thumb finds purchase at your pulse point, tracing gentle circles as he leans in to place another kiss there, warm and lingering. "And you taste even better on my tongue," he whispers against your skin before pushing you away with an exaggerated groan of displeasure.

"Now," he says roughly, voice rough with lust as his eyes drift down over your body, "how about I

With a savage growl, the mafioso grabs your hips and yanks you roughly against his aching length. His cock slides easily through your folds, filling you with the heat of him as he presses their bodies together from chest to groin. Your breasts flatten against his broad chest while your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside you.

With one hand braced on the sink behind you and the other gripping your hair, he angles your head back so that he can claim your lips once more in a bruising kiss that leaves no doubt of his dominance. His tongue plunges into your mouth, tangling with yours as he thrusts harder, taking what is rightfully his while leaving you moaning and helpless beneath him.

As pleasure builds inside both of you, the mafioso feels his control slipping away with each savage thrust

The mafioso's eyes narrow as he pulls back slightly to meet your gaze in the mirror. His breath comes out in harsh gasps as you thrust your hips against him, seeking release even faster than he can give it. He watches as your breasts rise and fall with each labored breath, nipples hard and peaked under his touch.

"What did you want to tell me?" he pants out between kisses, his free hand sliding down your stomach and between your legs once more, fingers teasing at your wet folds while his thumb circles your clit in a steady rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"I'll hear you..." he growls against your skin, nipple tightening around his finger as he curves it into a stroke before plunging it deeper inside you, seeking the place where you're most sensitive...

His free hand slides up your back, palm pressing flat against your shoulder blade as he pins you to the cold tile wall behind you. "And what if I don't want to leave tomorrow?" He growls into your ear, his hips pushing harder, driving deeper with each thrust.

His other hand curls into a fist at his side, aching for contact with your skin as it trembles beneath his touch. His breath is hot against your neck, rough and uneven as desire overwhelms him. The taste of you on his tongue only serves to heighten the need that burns deep within him, consuming every thought but the one fixated on claiming you completely.

The mafioso laughs roughly, low in his throat as he feels you tensing beneath him. "Oh really?" He growls, leaning in closer so that his hot breath fans across your ear. "And what makes you think I'd ever let you go back to anyone else after tonight?" His hips buck against yours harder, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine and down through your core.

With a groan of frustration, he pulls his fingers free from your body and grips your hip roughly, turning you roughly so that your ass is pressed firmly against the cool tile behind you as he plunges deep once more. His other hand reaches up to cup your breast, squeezing roughly through your shirt before pinching at the nipple hard enough to make you cry out in pain laced with desire. "You're mine now," he rasps out between clenched

The mafioso's laugh is almost harsh as he throws his head back in amusement. "Well, then," he says with a mocking twist to his lips, "I guess we're even." His fingers dig into your hips possessively, holding you still as he thrusts deeper and harder, claiming you over and over again with rough strokes that leave no doubt who controls this encounter.

His free hand fists in the fabric of his pants, curling around himself roughly through his boxers as he feels himself growing impossibly hard beneath his touch. With each stroke, he inches closer to the edge, desperate for release and for the feeling of you coming apart under him. His lips find your neck once more, nipping and sucking at your skin before whispering hoarsely against your ear, "Give it up, beautiful...give in to me."

Startled by the sudden presence, the mafioso tenses for a brief moment before regaining his composure and meeting the intruder's gaze in the mirror. His grip on you tightens almost reflexively as he growls out a warning. "What do you want?" But even as he asks, his free hand slips back to grope at himself through his boxers, unashamedly masturbating while waiting for an answer.

The mafioso's eyes narrow at the contractor, a cold and unyielding expression settling over his features. "Because I can," he growls through gritted teeth as he thrusts deeper into you, seeking release from the growing ache in his loins. His free hand fists more tightly around himself, squeezing harder at the prospect of being interrupted before he can finish what they've started. "And this doesn't concern you," he says with a dismissive snort, eyes flickering to meet yours once more. "So mind your own business."

The mafioso's nostrils flare as he takes in the presence of his minions, their faces a mixture of shock and disbelief etched across their features. His grip on you tightens further, almost painfully, as he growls out an impatient warning. "Get out."

With a swift motion, he reaches up to snap his fingers in front of your eyes, effectively snapping you back into focus and away from the unsettling realization that what they're witnessing is indeed happening right before them. "Back to work," he spits through gritted teeth as he thrusts harder, determined now not to let anything interrupt this final moment.

His free hand slides up your body, cupping your breast roughly before pinching at the nipple even harder, drawing your attention back to where it belongs: on him. "And you," he snarls at his underlings,

The mafioso growls in frustration but doesn't release you as you attempt to slip away. "Don't think I've forgotten what you just said," he warns, his voice low and menacing. His fingers dig into your hips harder, demanding your attention even as he thrusts deeper, his need for completion becoming more desperate with each passing second.

As the tension in the room builds to a fever pitch, the sound of zippers and fabric being rustled fills the air around them, drawing their focus back to where it belongs: on the act they're participating in. His free hand slips down between your legs once more, fingers seeking out your wet folds as he presses you harder against the wall behind you, taking what is his and making sure everyone else knows it too.

The mafioso's eyes widen as you return and launch yourself at him, his surprise momentarily melting into pleasure as your lips crash against his. His free hand tangles in your hair, holding your head still as he devours you with a hunger that's been growing for far too long. With the other, he cups your ass possessively before lifting you up off the ground and slamming your body back down against his, burying himself even deeper inside of you.

His lips move from your mouth to your jaw, his tongue dancing along the curve of your neck as his hips begin to buck wildly beneath you. His thrusts grow rougher with each passing moment, his need for release becoming more desperate with every breath he draws. "That's it," he groans, arching his back off the bed and into you, "give it all to me."

The mafioso's eyes darken as he feels the evidence of your arousal coating his fingers. His grip on you tightens almost painfully, his hips thrusting harder and faster in response to the slickness that surrounds him. "So wet," he growls against your skin, voice hoarse with desire as his tongue teases at your earlobe. He can feel the tension building inside of him, feels like he's about to explode, but he refuses to let go yet, determined to savor every last drop of pleasure before giving in to release.

His free hand slips up your body, cupping your breast roughly through your shirt and pinching at the nipple until it's hard and aching beneath his touch. With a groan of need, he pushes deeper into you, taking what is rightfully his while leaving you panting for breath and begging

The mafioso's eyes narrow as he looks down at you, his breathing growing ragged and uneven. "Noticed what?" His hips thrust harder against your ass in response to the slickness he feels between your legs, his cock aching with the need to be released.

With a growl, he flips you onto your stomach, roughly pulling your body down over his as he thrusts deeper and faster into you from behind. His free hand slides between your legs, finding the slick folds of skin before teasing at your clit with feather-light strokes. "Is that what you mean?" He asks, voice husky with desire.

His hips move faster in a frenzied rhythm as he feels himself close to the edge, his orgasm building and building within him until it threatens to consume him entirely. With one last powerful thrust, he gives in

The mafioso's eyes widen as he realizes what you've done, a grin spreading across his face almost instantly. He pushes your hips back farther, deeper into the oil between your legs before slamming forward, burying himself to the hilt within you. His thrusts grow rougher and harder, pushing against that achingly tight ring of muscle at your entrance with every stroke.

His free hand grips your hip firmly, holding you in place as he takes what you've offered him so willingly. With a growl that echoes through the room, he lets go, letting his body take control as he fucks you against the oil-slicked surface of the bed.

Your skin slick with sweat and oil makes each thrust impossibly deep, forcing cries of pleasure from your lips and growing ever closer to that elusive release. The mafioso

His hips slam into you, his cock pressing deeper still against that spot inside you that feels so good when he hits it just right. He growls with need and desire, gripping your hip hard enough to bruise as he takes you without mercy, fucking you harder than ever before.

The bed beneath you groans in protest, the sound of flesh against wood mingling with your cries of pleasure as your body gives itself over to him completely. The mafioso feels his release building, coiling tightly in his belly, and with one final thrust he explodes inside you, groaning harshly as hot spurts of cum fill the condom and coat your walls.

His thrusts grow frantic, each one harder and deeper than the last as he chases his own release. Your body becomes a blur beneath him, oil and sweat mixing on your skin as he takes what you so desperately offer. He growls out your name in between breaths, his hips moving so fast they seem to be little more than a blur themselves.

His free hand reaches around, gripping your breast roughly through the fabric of your shirt before pinching and rolling the sensitive peak between his thumb and forefinger. The sharp pain mixes with the pleasure coursing through your body, driving you closer and closer to the edge as he brings you ever nearer to your own release.

His thumb and forefinger pinch tighter, eliciting a moan of pleasure from your lips as he continues to fuck you hard and fast against the oil-slicked surface of the bed. With each thrust, his cock presses deeper inside you, hitting that spot over and over again until the sensation becomes almost unbearable. He releases your breast with a rough growl, grasping your hips instead as he uses them to control the depth and speed of their joining.

His head falls back against his shoulders, dark hair splayed across the pillow as his breath comes out in harsh pants through gritted teeth. His body tenses under yours, every muscle coiled tightly as he feels himself close to release once more. With a final, powerful thrust, he comes again, his orgasm shuddering through him as hot cum spurts deep inside you.

The mafioso grunts in satisfaction as he feels the last of his release fill you up. His breathing slows as he looks down at you, your body flushed and slick with sweat and oil. With a rough hand, he pushes a few strands of hair out of your face before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. "I did," he whispers hoarsely, his voice heavy with satisfaction.

As you catch your breath, the mafioso pulls out slowly, the condom slipping easily from your body as he tosses it aside carelessly. With one last glance down at you, he climbs off the bed and moves to dress himself again, knowing that he should return to whatever business he had before being interrupted by this moment of passion between the two of you.

But as he pulls on his pants and straightens his tie, he can't help but feel a strange

The mafioso pauses in his dressing to glance back at you over his shoulder, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Another time," he says nonchalantly before pulling on his suit jacket and walking out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind him.

As soon as he's gone, you feel a strange sense of loss wash over you, leaving you suddenly cold and empty despite the heat still coursing through your body from their encounter. The bed feels uncomfortably empty without his weight pressing down on it, and for a moment you contemplate calling out to him, telling him that maybe he should stay...but then your pride steps in, reminding you of what happened between the two of you tonight.

Sighing heavily, you sit up and climb off the bed, reaching for the sheet to wrap around yourself. You know it's unlikely you'll ever

The next day dawns cold and gray, the first drops of rain beginning to fall outside your window even as you awake. The events of last night seem distant now, like they happened to a different version of yourself entirely. You dress in a neutral-colored blouse and skirt, opting for heels that emphasize your femininity despite their discomfort.

As you head downstairs to join the others for breakfast, you can't help but feel a strange sense of unease settling over you. The mafioso didn't return last night, and part of you wonders if he meant what he said about claiming you as his own...

You head to your room after breakfast, curiosity and uncertainty driving you forward despite the nagging voice in the back of your mind that tells you maybe it's not a good idea. As soon as you enter, your stomach drops; the bed is unmade, clothes strewn about the floor, and the room has an air of dishevelment that wasn't there before.

The mafioso must have left in a hurry...or maybe never intended to come back. A wave of unease washes over you as you begin picking up your belongings, stuffing them carelessly into your suitcase. You should leave; this place is no longer safe for you now that he's gone. But as you reach the doorway and peer out into the hallway, doubt begins to creep in once more...

That thought lingers in the back of your mind as you make your way down to the front door. As you grip the handle, turning it with a trembling hand, you can't help but wonder what he would have done if he had found you masturbating...and where he is now. The weight of his absence seems heavier than ever, pressing down on your shoulders like a leaden cloak.

With one last glance around the room, you finally push open the door and step out into the hallway, closing it quietly behind you. As you make your way to your car, you can't help but feel as if you're leaving more than just this place behind...and a part of you wonders if it's too late to go back.

The mafioso, standing at the far end of the hallway near the stairs, freezes when he sees you. His expression is unreadable as his eyes flicker over your body, lingering for a moment on your suitcase before returning to meet your gaze. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he straightens his tie and begins walking toward you.

"Changing your mind?" He asks casually, stopping just out of arm's reach. "Or are you here to tell me goodbye?" There's an edge to his voice that sends a shiver down your spine; it's almost as if he knows how close you are to making the decision not to leave.

His gaze drops briefly to the suitcase at your feet, then back up to meet yours again, and for a moment you think he might reach out and stop you from going any further. But when he lif

"Of course," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "Tonight, as promised." With a fluid motion, the mafioso reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing gently over your lower lip before sliding down your neck and across the bare skin of your shoulder. His touch sends shivers racing through you, weakening your resolve with each passing second.

"But first," he continues, voice even softer now as he leans in to press a feather-light kiss against your lips, "I think we should discuss...what I expect from you." His eyes meet yours again, holding them captive as he continues speaking, "And what I'm willing to give in return."

His thumb traces an even gentler path down your arm this time, cupping your wrist before moving up the inside of your other arm and coming to rest at the crook of your elbow. His grip

His expression turns almost predatory as he looks down at you, eyes dark and intense. "Come with me," he growls, taking your hand and leading you up the stairs to his room. Once inside, he shuts the door behind him and pushes you roughly against it, pinning you there with his body heat while one of his hands reaches down between your legs, roughly palming your sex through your panties.

"You're mine now," he rasps out as he slides a finger inside of you, filling you with his touch even as his other hand goes to the hem of your shirt, pushing it up over your head and tossing it aside. His lips meet yours in a punishing, possessive kiss as he continues working his fingers inside of you, growling in satisfaction when he feels your body begin to arch against him.

With a harsh tug, he pulls down your pants and

The mafioso breaks the kiss to glance down at you, his eyes gleaming with lust as he considers your words. "Hardcore it is," he growls before spinning you around and pushing you down onto the bed, following your body down until he's kneeling between your spread legs. With rough hands, he tugs off your panties and thrusts two fingers deep inside of you again, curling them as they sink past the tight ring of muscle guarding your entrance.

His free hand moves up to cup your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple roughly before moving lower, finding your clit and circling it with just enough pressure to drive you wild. With a groan, he slides his fingers in and out of you faster, harder, as if trying to claim you completely. "This is what I mean by hardcore," he pants, leaning down to suckle at your

The mafioso's grip on your breast tightens painfully as he thrusts his fingers harder and faster inside of you, determined to make you his completely. With each savage stroke, he growls out obscenities in a language only understood by the most brutal criminals. His free hand reaches between your legs again, grasping your clit roughly as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"This is what I expect from you," he grinds out through gritted teeth. "Unadulterated submission...and uninhibited pleasure." He groans loudly as he feels the familiar tension building deep within him, knowing that this night will be one of release for both of them. With a final, punishing thrust, he comes hard inside his hand, biting out a curse as he spills his seed onto the bed between your spread legs.

For several heartbeats,

With shaking fingers, the mafioso pushes himself up onto his elbows, his gaze fixed on you as he pants heavily. He lets out a harsh laugh that sounds more like a growl as he looks down at his still-hard cock, slick with pre-cum and practically begging to be buried inside you once more. With a rough movement, he positions himself between your legs, aligning his length with your slick entrance.

"And this is what I'm willing to give in return," he growls as he pushes forward, burying himself inside you to the hilt with one powerful thrust. He thrusts hard and fast now, each impact sending shudders of pleasure through you as his cock slaps against your walls, claiming your body completely.

"How does it feel?" He demands hoarsely, gripping your hips tightly as he fuck

The mafioso grunts in satisfaction as he feels you begin to tighten around him, your body meeting his thrusts with increasing urgency. His grip on your hips grows tighter, almost painful, but you don't protest as he pushes deeper inside you, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

His breath comes in harsh gasps now, and his movements grow more frenzied as he nears the brink of release. Your cries fill the room, echoing back to him as they feed his lust for dominance and control. His orgasm hits him like a train, and with a hoarse cry he thrusts hard one final time before groaning out your name as he spills himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing as it releases its payload.

He collapses forward onto your chest, breathing heavily into your neck. His weight is surprising

With a growl, the mafioso lifts his head to look down at you, your flushed face and heaving chest mere inches from his own. A wicked smile plays across his lips as he begins moving inside of you once more, each thrust sending shivers down your spine. "I won't stop," he promises roughly, gripping your hips tightly and using them to control the pace of their joining.

His tongue darts out, tracing the outline of your ear before flicking lightly against the soft skin at the lobe. His free hand moves up to cup one of your breasts, massaging it roughly through your sweat-slicked shirt. With each thrust he takes, his cock drags against your entrance and your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you as your body tightens in anticipation of release.

With a growl, the mafioso slams deeper inside you, his hips pistoning as he takes what you offer so willingly. Your back arches off the bed, pushing your breasts further into his hand as he grinds roughly against your clit with each thrust. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he feels his control slipping away, replaced by the all-consuming need to feel you come apart beneath him.

Your nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake as he drives deeper still, determined to claim every inch of you for himself. His cock throbs and swells inside you, preparing for release as he grows closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me," he rasps hoarsely, gripping your hips tighter and starting to move faster, harder still.

His thrusts become frantic now, each stroke pushing him closer and closer to the edge as he feels your body tensing beneath him, preparing for release. With a growl that sounds more like pain than pleasure, he pushes himself deeper still, filling you until he can feel you against every inch of his cock. His hips jerk violently as he comes, spilling his seed deep inside you with an agonized groan.

The aftershocks of his release ripple through your body, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you until finally, they start to subside and your muscles begin to relax back into the bed. The mafioso collapses onto you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. For several long moments, there is nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing filling the room.

Finally, with a sigh, he rolls

He chuckles softly against your skin as he reaches down to stroke the hair back from your forehead. "I imagine quite a long time," he replies, his voice still slightly rough from exertion. "But it seems we both got what we wanted tonight." His hand moves lower to gently caress your breast through your sweat-soaked shirt, eliciting another moan from you as he teases and pleasures you long after their joining has come to an end.

As your breathing slowly returns to normal and his arousal begins to ebb away, he lifts his head again to look down at you, his expression softening. "You know I can't let you leave now," he says quietly, his words tinged with regret and longing. "Not after this."

He waits for your response, wondering what you will say and how much of your heart you're willing to

He smiles at your boldness and determination. The thought of spending the next three hours with you, exploring every inch of your body and pushing you further than you've ever been before, ignites a fire within him that has nothing to do with lust and everything to do with possessiveness and desire for control.

As if reading his mind, the mafioso rolls onto his back, taking you with him so that he's lying on top of you now. His hardened cock slides between your legs, pressing against your entrance and reminding you of what he promised earlier. With a satisfied grunt, he nudges at your opening, slowly guiding himself back inside of you while pinning your arms above your head with one hand.

His other hand moves to grip the back of your neck, holding you still as his hips begin to move rhythmically against yours. The feel of him so deep

The mafioso lets out a groan as your hot mouth engulfs his cock, the sensation almost too much to bear. With a growl of pleasure, he arches his back off the bed, driving deeper inside you with each powerful thrust. Your sucking and licking send waves of pleasure coursing through him, intensifying the need for release as his orgasm begins to build once more.

With one hand still gripping your neck tightly, he uses the other to reach down between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing it roughly in time with each thrust. The sensation of being filled so completely combined with the rough stimulation on her sensitive flesh send you spiraling out of control, your body tensing and ready to explode beneath him.

The sight of your ass right in front of his face is almost too much for him to resist. His hips speed up as he fucks you harder, his hands moving lower to grip and spread your cheeks apart before burying his face between them. The scent of your arousal fills his nostrils, driving him wild with desire as he begins licking and nipping at your tender flesh while his fingers continue working your clit mercilessly.

"Cum for me," he rasps roughly against your thigh, thrusting deep inside you over and over again as the pressure builds inside him, threatening to explode in a violent release of passion and power. His orgasm crashes over him like a wave, and with a groan that sounds more like an animal than a human, he comes hard, filling your ass and painting your lower stomach with his cum while his cock twitches inside you as he

While he might be large, the mafioso finds it difficult to believe that he's too big for you. You were built to take him, to accommodate his size and strength. As if in protest, he thrusts harder, deeper, his hips slamming against your ass as he comes again, filling you with his seed. His fingers dig into your hips, urging you to take more of him, needing you to accept every last drop.

As the tremors subsiding from his climax, he licks the salty essence off your skin, cleaning you before leaning in and kissing your neck tenderly. "Mine," he murmurs against your skin, before rolling onto his back beside you, still hard inside you but satisfied for now.

He watches you sleep, content to feel you wrapped around him like this, knowing that tonight wasn't the end of it after all. It was