The Mafia Boss Secret Desire
I whimper, no longer caring about what the consequences may be.
"Beg for it," he commands.
My sex is on fire. I’m a drenched, moaning hot mess. I don’t care anymore. "Please, boss… Please, fuck me."
"That so? You want your boss’ dick in your pussy, huh?"
The dirty talk is too much. I can’t contain my desire any longer. "Fuck… yes," I demand, "Take me, Maron! I want to feel your dick inside me!"
That seems to do the trick. He smirks, and in one swift motion, he positions himself over me and slides in.