Conquered by the Mafia Boss

She crushes her mouth against mine, her tits flattening against my chest. Her hands rip my expensive jacket from my shoulders and it falls to the floor like the cheap paper gown.

“We can’t-she could be back any minute!”

“You think I care?”

I wrap one arm around her back and lift her legs with the other, carrying my woman to the examination table. The paper crinkles as I lay her down, and my cock jumps as I see her laid out like that for me. She really is gorgeous. I love the way her tits sit on her chest, and I get up on the stool to grab them.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”

I yank down my slacks and pull my cock out, fisting it. No need for a condom anymore. I grip the base as her legs wrap around me. Then I slip my length along that pink cunt, massaging her clit as my hands run up her sides.

“How do you like that?”

Maya shuts her eyes. “You’re insane.”

It’s true. I’ve never been this crazy for pussy. The last few years have been all about getting my dick wet, but never the same woman. Never would I have considered tracking a girl down to fuck her again.

I take it slow. My head pushes its way through, her walls squeezing me tight, already wet and ready to go. I grab her hips and bury every inch of me inside her. I love the gasps she makes when I’m all the way inside. I love the way her tits bounce when I start to thrust.

She lets out a shout and I clap my hand over her mouth as she looks at me, horrified.

“I love it when you scream for me, but this isn’t the right place.”

She moans into my hand as her body jerks with every hammer of my hips. Her cunt is perfectly wet and tight. It grips my dick as though it doesn’t want me to pull out.

I pound her hard, keeping myself there for a moment as her eyes glaze over. Then I move my hand so that my fingers play with her lower lip.

“Johnny.”

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My heartbeat pounds through my dick so hard that I’m sure she can feel it. It’s a constant ache, and I’m slowly losing myself. It’s such a relief to just let everything go. The only thing I want to concentrate on is getting my cum inside my woman. Yes, there’s no question about that now. She belongs to me. She’ll complain and fight, but she’ll come to me. Her father won’t give her a choice.

I can’t take the sound of her groans, which we aren’t bothering trying to keep quiet anymore. My hands find her tits and grope them. I drag my tongue over them. She twists my hair and pulls so fucking hard that I wince.

“Harder!”

Then I bury my face in her tits, my legs straining as I thrust once. I’m shoved over the edge, and so is she, judging by the way she rips out my hair.

“Oh my God.”

I feel her pussy clenching around my dick as I come inside her. The hot jets burst into her as euphoria fogs my brain. I breathe hard against her skin and kiss her over and over. Her chest keeps shuddering with huge gasps as her muscles spasm around me.

“Why the fuck did we do this?”

I get the feeling that she’s not just referring to me nailing her in a doctor’s office. I raise my head, grinning at her.

“You came to me. You wanted me? Well, now you have me.”

“This doesn’t change anything.”

She struggles to sit upright and I wrap an arm around her back, her face growing pink as I stare at her.

“What do you mean, it doesn’t change anything?”

She sets her lips into a firm line. “I haven’t decided what to do yet, but I’m definitely not going to marry you.”

“I think you’ll change your tune once you realize how badly your dad will react to this.”

“I don’t care. I’m not ready to get married. I’m only twenty-two.”

I grind my teeth as she sets her jaw stubbornly. “This isn’t about whether you’re ready, or love, or any of that shit.”

She bends over and snatches her clothes from the ground. “I’m glad to see that my feelings matter so much to you.”

You’re right, they don’t matter.

“Our feelings rank pretty low on my priority list. You really want to start a fucking war because of your pride?”

That holds her gaze for a few moments. “I’m not going to say anything to my dad, and neither will you.”

“Yeah, how long do you think you’re going to be able to hide this? You need doctor visits-”

“Stop it,” she says through her teeth.

“Ultrasounds, prenatal care, all that shit. I’m going to be there with you.”

Maya shoves her legs into her jeans, muttering to herself. I slide myself back in my slacks and zip them up.

“I’ll call you and let you know whatever I decide.”

Maya grabs her purse, and I take her forearm before she can straighten up.

“When am I going to see you again?”

Christ, I hate not being in control.

Maya shrugs and licks her lips. “I don’t know.”

A beautiful flush spreads over her chest as I reel her in and wrap my arms around her waist. She touches the damp skin of my neck, both of us smelling like sex. Then she raises her head and gently kisses my lips. Her mouth is soft, and it makes my skin tingle. A mere ten, fifteen minutes since I came inside her, and I want her again.

“Don’t make me come after you.”

My patent-leather shoes crunch the dead grass over the silent graveyard. It’s Sunday. Family day. I’m supposed to be at my ma’s, but instead I’m drinking a bottle of bourbon like a fucking drunk degenerate as I think about my old man.

The knowledge that I’m going to be a father really fucks with my head. I’m cautiously optimistic. The sane part of me is screaming to the sky. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU’RE GOING TO RUIN YOUR LIFE!

Just like my dad, eh?