Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

“You’re so wet, baby,” I whispered in her ear, “so ready for me.” Her head jerked back in response to the intense sensations I was bestowing upon her. With a newfound sense of urgency, she raised herself on the bed, swiftly removing my shirt and fumbling with the buckle of my belt. I chuckled at her impatience.

Taking control, I assisted her in removing my jeans, freeing ourselves from our confines. Once we were both gloriously naked, she pushed me onto the bed and firmly grasped my manhood, stroking me, driving me to painful hardness. I lifted her slightly, guiding her to straddle me, her warmth enveloping my rock-hard erection. In unison, we both arched our heads back, reveling in the ecstasy of our union.

The connection we shared was immeasurably intense, binding us together in a powerful moment of passion.

Staring deeply into her eyes, I firmly grasped her hip, my voice lowering to a whisper, “What is it that you desire, babe?” I couldn’t believe how husky my voice sounded.

“I want you,” she moaned in response, her voice filled with longing.

“You have me, sweetheart,” I playfully teased, savoring the moment.

“But I want more…” she screamed, her plea echoing through the room. Without warning, I thrust myself inside her with force, eliciting the reaction I craved to hear. I needed her to yearn for me as intensely as I craved her.

She began moaning in ecstasy, the pleasure overtaking her senses.

“Do you enjoy that?” I inquired, drawing her closer as I brushed my lips against her nipples.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Yes…” she screamed in response, her voice filled with pleasure.

“Ahhhh… give me more,” she moaned, and I granted her wish by thrusting harder. “God, Mia… you’re driving me crazy,” I groaned between each powerful thrust. Her body moved rhythmically in sync with mine, allowing me to penetrate deeper.

“You’re so incredibly hot. I want to make love to you passionately all night long,” I murmured, punctuating my words with each thrust. My dirty talk only intensified her arousal, leaving her dripping with desire.

Soon, the intensity reached its peak. She climaxed forcefully, screaming my name, while I, too, released myself inside her.

Collapsing onto me, she lay motionless, resting her head on my chest, her hand encircling my torso.

I enveloped her in my embrace, unwilling to let her go, cherishing the intimate connection we shared.

After lying in bed together for a while, basking in the comforting warmth we shared, she lifted her gaze towards me, and I found myself already captivated by her eyes. Returning her gaze with a smile, I gently caressed her cheeks, cherishing the softness beneath my fingertips.

“Are you alright, baby girl?” I asked, genuine concern filling my voice. “I’m sorry if I was too rough, but… I couldn’t contain myself.”

“You did nothing that I didn’t ask for,” she replied bashfully, her swollen lips betraying the intensity of our passionate encounter.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I leaned in and kissed the top of her head, still feeling the connection between us as I remained inside her, my dick rising and becoming hard again. Before I fucked her again, she gracefully slid off my lap and began retrieving her scattered clothes, quickly dressing herself.

However, as she moved towards the room’s exit, I reached out and gently caught her arm, halting her steps.

“Stay with me tonight,” I proposed, my voice laced with a mixture of longing and sincerity.

A look of surprise washed over her face, her concern for others creeping back into her thoughts. This aspect of her personality always managed to ignite a flicker of annoyance within me.

“But… what will people think?” she voiced her apprehension, her worries lingering.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I don’t care about people’s opinions,” I replied firmly, my frustration evident. “All I want is to have you here with me tonight.”

With those words, I pulled her back into the bed, wrapping her in my arms, allowing her to feel the strength of my embrace. She didn’t resist; instead, she surrendered herself willingly to our connection, accepting the invitation to remain in my comforting presence.