Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

*Shit! I have to stop him somehow or I'm going to come in the next few seconds.*

*A plea for mercy didn't work, but what about a plea for contact?*

Mickey's mouth is right up on my ear and his deep grunts of exertion are all I can hear against the smattering constant of water spraying from above. The power of his strokes match the volume of his groans and the sound is doing something

to me. Triggering a desperate ache of longing just beneath my clit. A hopeless need that is so erotically intoxicating that I want to drag it out for hours, if not *days*. Each time he enters me, he hits with so much force that the air whooshes from my lungs along with an unmanageable yelp riding just behind it. A physical response my body has no control over.

"Fuck," I whimper, as my legs begin to shake and my orgasm threatens to override my internal command to stand down.

"Oh... doll... goddamnit," Mickey hisses the words, one after every thrust. "You... did this. Fuck... you drive me crazy." "Mickey! Please I-"

"No..." he barks, continuing to plunge upward with ruthless delight. "I just... I want to k-"

"No!"

-kiss you," I finish, surrendering to the push of my climax when it's clear that nothing that I say is going to work.

But I'm wrong, because this time it does.

Retreating in one swift movement, he pulls out of me just as I'm about to shatter into a million pieces. His hands tighten on my wrists as he presses his forehead into the glass wall and his dick rides into the top of my ass at the base of my spine. As he fights to steady himself, his body trembles, pushing against my back as his chest heaves and he regulates his breath.

"You want to kiss me?" he whispers, his tone gentling as he releases my wrists to slide his hands inward, leaving them to rest on either side of my head. "Fuck," he curses, stroking his shaft over my tailbone. "I have wanted to own you for so long I..." he trails off as if ashamed of himself. Taking a deep breath, his lips find my shoulder and press a sweet, tentative kiss over one of his marks. "Did I hurt you?" he whispers shakily.

I rattle my head left and right in swift denial. "No... I mean, yes, but..." his body tenses and I rush to continue, "in the best way. I really, really liked it."

He relaxes and I can feel him smiling against the back of my shoulder. Shoving off of the wall with both hands, he spins me around and drags me toward the bench, then takes a seat. With eyes as turbulent a green as the shallows of a sunlit sea, he watches me. "Straddle me," he commands, pulling me to stand between his legs. His jaw locks and twitches as his gaze falls over my soaking wet body, seizing on the startling length of my normally curly hair. When it's straight and sopping wet it nearly falls to my knees and I suppose he's only just noticing that fact.

He gathers a handful of strands that have wound around part of one thigh and then uses them to yank me closer, urging me onto his lap. My breasts are in his face now and he hums with a bite of his lip, then flicks his tongue over each of my nipples, then slants his head back to admire them fully. As I climb onto the bench and place a knee at each of his hips, I can't help but admire *him* as well. The exquisite lines of his richly tanned forearms fluctuate deliciously, and the rocks of his biceps accentuate into boulders as he reaches under my ass to guide me onto his shaft. A dimpled grin flashes across his face when I've lowered myself as far down as I can go and there are still two more inches of his cock left. "I have a really long dick," he relates, unapologetically. "It's not exactly skinny either."

"Fuck," I whimper, my legs trembling as I grit my teeth and attempt to seat myself further.

He loses his smiles, his firm grip tightening more securely over my hips so he can rock upward and slam me down at the same time.

"Oh!" He shouts and I scream at the same time.

My eyes pinch shut and I try to force my internal muscles to relax. Allowing my body to go limp, my head falls backward and I clutch his shoulders to keep myself upright. Slowly, I begin rotating my hips without lifting off of him, fighting to create space inside of my womb to accommodate his superior reach.

"Oh doll. Goddamn that feels good," Mickey chokes out, sealing me against him with an arm around my waist and extending his hips to punctuate his statement.

I feel him trembling beneath me, his hands groping the curves of my backside almost impatiently. When I start to swirl my hips in the opposite direction, his thighs strain, the tendons constricting with barely contained power.

Opening my eyes to half mast, I continue to move, rocking and circling as I lean forward to dip my head toward his. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to kiss him. I wholeheartedly meant it and now, with his perfectly shaped mouth just an inch below mine, it's all I can think about.

He inclines his head back against the glass and stares up at me, his eyes going dark and a little more possessed with each twist of my hips. I'm panting just a breath above his mouth, my climax chasing after me as I swivel and turn on top of him, literally screwing him into the bench. A low growl rumbles in his chest, his tongue darting out as one hand releases my hip to capture the back of my head and wrench me forward so that he can swallow my lips.

I whimper in surrender as he violently invades my mouth with his own, moaning as he sucks the breath right from my lungs. The kiss is desperate and ravenous. As if he's been starving for me, *hungering* for me, *needing to taste me for far too long. My pussy is throbbing and pulsing erratically as I press my wet, naked breasts upside the cast iron strength of his prominent pectorals. The feeling of his silken skin contracting with muscle under the heavy weight of my sensitive mounds has me unconsciously gripping his dick with my core and digging my nails into the skin of his back. His right arm stretches itself across the entirety of my ass, the bicep bulging vigorously as he uses that one hand to start bouncing me up and down his shaft.

"Ah!" I cry out, ripping my mouth away from his to bury my head in the crook of his neck. "Mickey," I whimper, kissing and sucking on the side of his throat as he guides my hips into a powerful rhythm.

Stroking his free hand down from my head, he wraps that arm around my middle to control the rapid beating he is giving my pussy. "Fuck, baby doll," he whispers harshly, groaning and grunting as his cock begins to swell inside of me. "You're choking my dick baby. So fucking tight."

The tingling in my core surges, the muscles of my opening suddenly spasming with the force of a steel trap. Launching me up on my knees as my orgasm rips through me and I lock my arms around Mickey's neck. I scream and I moan, my voice shaking as I cry out his name. Fisting my hands in the soft dark tendrils of his hair, I quiver in his grip.

"Fuck!" He growls out, lifting me up frantically and slamming me back down with brutal force. Three more times he does this before suddenly flooding my sex with the heat of his cum and shuddering inside of me. Latching onto one breast, he sucks it into his mouth, quietly moaning with pleasure as the last of his seed pumps from his shaft.

As my breathing calms down I rock my hips back and forth on top of him, purring languidly into his neck as his dick twitches inside of my swollen channel. Freeing my nipple to trail a kiss up over my throat to my ear, his breathing finally slows. "Fuck, baby doll," he murmurs, locking his arms around me and burying his face into the curtain of my hair. Pressing his mouth against my face, he whispers into my skin, "Do you have any idea how dangerous you are?"

I shiver as he begins to nibble and suck on my earlobe. "I'm not dangerous," I say honestly.

He chuckles darkly, swirling his tongue over my skin before he kisses my neck. "Oh, but you are. You're dangerous *and* you're deadly," he states like a warning. "Because you... you fucking *own* me."

That's when I realize the water has finally gone cold and I huddle in closer, nuzzling into the warmth of his embrace.