Conquered by the Mafia Boss

My muscles twitch as I feel the wooden, flat surface of the spoon gently tap my ass.

Why am I letting him do this to me in a pantry in the middle of a kitchen, of all places?

I can’t answer that. All I’ve been thinking about these past few days is being filled by him, the very breath knocked out of my lungs with his powerful thrusts, and how damn good it felt.

I touch his chest and undo some of his buttons, but he makes a tutting sound and pulls my hands away.

Roughness grates Jack’s voice. “You’re going to get on your knees and you’re going to suck my dick.”

The wooden spoon taps my shoulder, and I feel a sudden urge to seize it from him and whack him over the head with it.

“Either you do as I say, or we go back out there. Let’s face it, you’re going to have a better time sucking me off than attending your own wedding.”

True.

Somehow this dirty shit really does get me excited, or maybe it’s the fact that the last time I had sex was a couple days ago and it’s all I can fucking think about.

A smirk tightens his face as I slowly drop to my knees.

“That’s a good girl.”

It’s condescending as fuck, but some sick part of me likes the amusement in his voice.

The belt unloops from his slacks and it slides in his hands. He lets it fall to the floor with a loud jingle and then slides down his pants, rolling his dark briefs over his thick cock.

“Did you miss it?”

He grasps the back of my neck, and my lips bump against the pearly sheen over his head. Damn it, it turns me on to see how hard he is.

“Did you spend the last two days touching yourself, wishing you had something bigger to fill your tight cunt?”

His husky voice strikes me right to my core, and then his fingers tighten in my hair, demanding a response.

I raise my head and meet his gaze, wrapping my hand around him. “Yes, I did.”

Then he takes the wooden spoon, stroking a line from my ass, up my back and neck. The coarse wood presses against my cheek. I follow its pressure, turning my head against his shaft. Then my lips open and he slides in with a small groan. His cock buries deep in my throat, his blood pulsing hard through the vein throbbing on his shaft. It turns me on to feel him getting into it. My heart pounds against my chest as he starts thrusting.

“I love your mouth when it’s stuffed with my cock. You have no idea how hot you look right now.”

He pulses in my mouth and then suddenly I feel a sharp sting on my ass. Jack grins at me, the wooden spoon tight in his fist.

Did he fucking spank me with that thing?

The round shape of the spoon burns on my skin.

I fist his cock and slide him out of my mouth. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I told you to suck my cock.”

He reaches down and grabs himself, aiming between my lips and groaning loudly when I take him in again. He doesn’t miss a beat and rams himself hard enough to make me gag.

He fucks my mouth, occasionally ripping that wooden spoon across my ass. It burns like a son of a bitch, but I’m thrilled. He just can’t help himself.

I swirl my tongue underneath his shaft, spreading my mouth wide as he pulses inside me. I grab his muscular thighs and slide my hands up, grabbing his firm ass. I know it’s fucking insane that I’m giving my husband a blowjob in this pantry, but holy shit, it’s so hot. I can forget that we’re here when he moans loud enough for the cooks outside to hear us. I can even forget that I can’t stand him.

Suddenly he pulls my head away from his body and he slides out of my mouth. His face twists as if in agony and then he pulls me upright. His arm wraps around my tits as his cock slides between my legs. My legs tighten around him, my back against his body as his breath billows over my neck.

“Show me how much you want it. Show me how much of a cock-hungry slut you are.”

Holy fuck.

My clit is on fire as he gently thrusts and I watch his cock slide in and out between my thighs, slick with my juice. My head wrenches to the side and his hot lips crash against mine. I just want to turn around and slam him against the wall. I’m so worked up, and he keeps groping my tits and squeezing my nipples. Somehow his roughness on that sensitive area feels so fucking good, and I buck against his cock.

My pussy rides against his shaft as I bend over and grind on him. He gives a groan that vibrates through my body, striking my core.

“That’s it.”

He places a hand on top of mine, which grabs his head, and presses down so that he rubs harder on my clit. A moan shakes from my chest and he plants a wet kiss on my neck.

“That’s it baby, moan for me. Tell me how badly you want it.”

I arch my back against his, clenching over and over again. Holy fuck, I just want to nudge his cock up a little and feel his head pierce me like it did the first time.

“Please, Jack!”

His teeth bite down on my neck as he does a brutal thrust against my clit. “Your cunt needs a bit of stretching before I fill you up again.”

His fingers slip down, curving around my mound before he pierces through. My body gives a violent twitch as he enters me, stroking his fingers against my raw clit. My muscles clench around him as every sensitive part of me feels like it’s on fire. He moves his fingers to each side, stretching me out.

“Jack, I want you inside me. I need you right now!”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

He lets out something that’s halfway between a hiss and a groan. Another finger slides in, and I bite my lip against the pressure. He slips away and I hear a plastic, tearing sound. Then I see him rolling a condom over his cock.

“Shit.”

Then he pushes me forward so that my arms grab the shelves, knocking over cans. My heart gallops ahead as he adjusts his cock and his fingers slip out of my pussy. There’s a slight pressure and then our sighs mingle in the air. It feels fucking huge, just like last time. Breath squeezes out of my lungs as he anchors himself. It’s still a foreign thing-feeling a man inside me. But his hands squeeze my hips as he digs himself a little deeper and he rubs against my clit, sending electrical shocks up my spine.

He’s incredibly warm, and I miss his hardness as he pulls back before rutting me deep. Again and again. Hard enough to knock things off the shelves. He fucks me so hard, I forget myself. I don’t even remember my own name. Oh God. It’s just the most incredible thing. He’s incredible.

He makes sounds I’ve never heard from a man. Deep, rasping groans. He pinches the flesh on my ass and smacks me hard and then he reaches around me, grabbing my tits to hoist me upright, still buried.

Wordless, he slips out of me and turns my shoulders around. Then he hoists me in his arms and shoves my back against the wall. I throw my arms around him and wrap my legs around his waist. I get to see his face as his cock slides in. His hair sticks to his neck and his teeth are clenched together. He explodes with moans, gasping hard as he rams me against the wall, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful. I kiss him and he bites my bottom lip. Pressure builds inside my pussy, the thick shaft rubbing against me like the friction needed to start a fire. I’m close to it-I feel it. I dig my nails in the back of his neck and gasp when our lips break away. Then he shakes with a huge yell and thrusts so hard I can feel every inch of him, all the contours. Jack’s arms shake as energy pools from his limbs, and he pulses, breathing hard. Then my own explosion rocks me, and I find his lips again. I want to taste him. He swirls in my mouth as we both lower to the floor, exhausted.

We stay intertwined for a while. It feels sweet, like my first time with him. Jack nuzzles my neck and blows gusts of air. The glow radiates through my skin, and I just want to sit in his arms for a while.

The happy moment bursts the moment the door shakes with a loud series of bangs.

Jack raises his head and roars, “Fuck off!”