The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

I could barely even adjust to the new position before his hand was slipping between my thighs, sliding up my cleft, then working my clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“I think I’ve earned this.” He said.

“Yes…” I moaned powerfully.

Without telling my hand what to do, my free hand moved down the center of his chest and abdomen, feeling the muscles twitch under the contact as I blazed a path downward.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

My fingers impatiently worked his button and zipper free before caressing my palm on the bulging length of his hard cock that was straining against the material of his boxer briefs. A rumbling noise moved through Hollis’s chest at the contact, making his fingers thrust inside me in response.

My mouth broke from his own with a low moan as I leaned back, snapping my fingers away and offering a balance to my body by placing my arm on the counter behind me, and angling up to look at him.

His dark eyes were heated and laden with his desire. Inside me, his fingers hooked and stroked against my wall with expert precision, engaging the exact spot that was at this time, driving me over the edge.

At the sound of my needy whimper, a ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He gave me a little encouraging nod when my hand went back to his boxer briefs and this time, started moving up toward the waistband.

I hesitated for the barest of seconds and got to watch as an impatient muscle ticked in his jaw. Encouraged by his slipping self-control, my hand slid inside to close around his velvety soft, straining cock. A shudder moved through me as my hand didn’t quite close around him, realizing just how perfectly full he would fill me.

“Thinking about me in your tight pussy, baby?” Hollis asked, his voice sounded so smooth that it slithered across my nerve endings, making another involuntary tremble move through me.

“It’s going to feel so good. Something better than this,” he said, adding another finger inside me and tugging at my spot.

He started slowly at first, then faster and faster as my walls tightened around him.

“Tell me, do you like what I’m doing to you?” He demanded as his fingers started to twist inside me while he continued to thrust.

My finger swiped over the head of his cock, feeling the wetness there. “Yes,” I whimpered, taking a slow, deep breath as he drove me closer and closer to that edge.

“No, Ugo,” he rumbled and continued to fuck me with his fingers. “Tell me…,” he demanded.

When I looked up at him with eyes full of pleasure and pure need, his head tipped to the side, watching me as one more finger slipped inside me, filling me even more.

“Tell me you like what I’m doing to you and you want me to fuck your tight pussy,” he demanded as he moved his fingers in circles inside me.

“I… I love what you’re doing to me… Oh my god.” I gasped. “And I want you to fuck me,” I shamelessly said.

There was no denying it. There was time to think about what that meant, what the repercussions of this would be, some other time. Right then, I needed him inside me with the same sort of urgency that I needed my next breath.

“Good girl,” he murmured. Grabbing my chin with his fingers, he pulled my head up higher and lowered his head down, his lips sealed over mine again as his fingers continued with the magic they were doing inside of me.

My hand moved up and down his cock, driving him up with me, wanting him as far gone as I was. Yanking his mouth away from mine, he slipped his fingers out of my hole, and I felt like I’d lost a most prized-possession.

But it was soon replaced by something more filling and more promising. Hollis urged my thigh upward as he pressed closer to me. His cock stroked up and down my cleft several times, massaging my throbbing clit, and a needy moan escaped me.

The sound seemed to be his undoing because his cock slipped down and slammed inside me, one hard, deep thrust, filling me completely, stretching me with just a pinch of discomfort.

“Fuck,” Hollis hissed, his fingers sinking into my hip as he froze inside me, buried impossibly deep.

He was looking for some sort of control. But at that moment, I didn’t want him to have that. I wanted him as desperate for release as I felt. My hips started moving in impatient circles, making me acutely aware of each thick inch of him.

Hollis’s head pulled back, watching me with those intoxicated eyes. I watched as his eyes closed a bit each time my hips rolled and my walls tightened around him.

“Hollis please,” I whimpered, needing him to move, needing release from the aching desire inside. “Please,” I begged again.

Luckily, the second time was a charm as that seemed to break through his haze because he went from being completely still to fucking me in the span of a single breath. There was nothing slow or sweet about it.

He fucked me. Hard. Fast. Deep. Taking every inch of me with each thrust. My arms went up, wrapping around his shoulders, holding on as he fucked me harder and harder, the sounds of my moans, his groans and curses, and our bodies slamming together filled my ears.

“Please don’t stop,” I cried, feeling pushed right toward that edge, and dying to be shoved over, to experience my building orgasm. “Please don’t stop,” I pleaded again as my face pressed into his chest.

“You don’t have to beg for it. That’s what I’m here for, baby. To make all your dreams and fantasies come through. In every aspect of your life. Now come for me, baby.” He demanded in a tight voice. “Come,” he urged, just as my walls started to spasm, and the pleasure got a tight grip on my system.

I was pretty sure it was his name I cried out over and over as the first waves crashed through me, the intensity of which I wasn’t even aware existed before.

“Fuck, Ugo,” Hollis groaned, thrusting through my orgasm, dragging it out, making it last, before finally slamming deep, his whole body jerked hard as he came.

I couldn’t tell how long I clung to him as the unexpected aftershocks racked my system, but by the time my brain seemed to kick back in. Everything seemed to come at me at once. I just fucked Hollis.

Which absolutely would have an impact on our dynamic.

‘Fuckkkkk’!