The Mafia Boss Who Captivated Me

MAX Walking into the kitchen after my shower, I find my girl wearing my shirt from earlier, sleeves rolled up while she stirs the pasta sauce. Her wearing my clothes makes me hard as fucking stone for her and she knows it. Something about her being wrapped in my scent and the way it lingers on her skin makes me feel something primal that I've never experienced before in my life. I fucking love when she smells of me. But everything about this girl makes me feel like an animal. I thought that us living together might curb my insatiable appetite for her just a little, but it's ramped up even further. I can barely look at her without wanting to mount her like some oversexed hound dog.

She turns and gives me a sexy half smile before she goes back to the stove. Fortunately for me, Joey is as insatiable as I am. I don't know how this girl manages to walk with the amount of time I spend inside her. "You hungry, tough guy?" she asks sweetly as she turns off the burner.

"Always."

She giggles softly. "I meant for food."

I grab the silverware and go to the fridge for a bottle of wine while she plates the food. We move around each other as though we've been doing this our whole lives, each of us fitting seamlessly into the other's space. I don't know how I survived so long without her in my life this way. But I do know I wouldn't survive losing her. Not today. Not ever.

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"That was delicious, baby girl," I tell her as I push my plate away.

"Thank you," she says with a huge smile, her cheeks flushing at my words.

She's such slut for praise.

She takes a sip of her wine, her mind elsewhere.

"You okay?"

"Huh?" She blinks at me.

"You seem distracted."

"Just thinking about stuff," she says with a shrug.

"I've been thinking too." I slide off my stool and walk around the island until I'm standing in front of her.

She grins cheekily. "You thinking? That sounds dangerous."

"Careful."

She flutters her eyelashes. My brat is looking to get spanked. "What were you thinking about?"

"I had a whole plan for this, baby girl, but-" I drop to one knee and take the box out of my pocket, pulling it open to reveal the platinum ring with a 4-carat pink diamond. "Will you marry me, Joey?"

"W-what?" She stares, open-mouthed. "But you ... you never wanted to get married. You said..." Her eyes dart from me to the ring.

The truth is I never had any desire to spend eternity with anyone-but that was before her. That was before I realized there was a person out there who I didn't want to call my girlfriend, my casual hookup, or my partner, or anything else other than my wife.

Mine.

I want a ring on her finger so that every man who looks at her knows that she belongs to someone else-that she belongs to me.

The silence between us stretches out for an eternity as she goes on blinking like she's in a daze. Fuck! Maybe it's too soon.

"Any chance I could get an answer? You're killing me here, baby girl."

She blinks at me, her eyes wet with tears. Then she drops to her knees in front of me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Yes. Yes! So much freaking yes."

She smothers my face with kisses, and I wrap my arms around her, trying to calm her down long enough to get the ring on her finger, but her lips are way too distracting. I kiss her back and we fall onto the floor into a heap. She giggles, threading her fingers through my hair and guiding my head lower as I nip at her neck and run my hand over her ribs.

"Can I get this damn ring on you first?" I ask, holding up the box.

She holds out her left hand. "Please."

The ring fits perfectly and looks fucking incredible on her finger. "I think from now on this is the only thing you get to wear in this apartment."

"I love it, Max," she squeals. "It's beautiful."

"You make it look fucking beautiful, baby." I start unbuttoning her shirt, trailing kisses over the soft tan skin I expose. Pushing it open and revealing her naked body, I gape at her. She is beyond perfect. Sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth, I bite down onto the creamy flesh and she moans, arching her back and pressing herself against my mouth.

I fist my hand in her panties, working them off her as I keep sucking on her tits. She wriggles her legs to help me and the scent of her arousal in the air makes me desperate. I lick a trail from her breasts to her stomach. Her skin smells of me. Her pussy reeks of sex. She makes me feral.

"Fuck me, Max," she pleads, her breathing fast and shallow.

I reach for my cock, pulling it out of my sweatpants and giving it a quick tug before I drag the crown over her soaking folds. My piercing grazes her clit, making her whimper and claw at my skin.

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"I need you," she cries, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me closer. Needing her just as much, I drive into her pussy, sinking all the way inside her hot, wet heat and feeling like I might fucking pass out from the sheer relief of her hugging my cock the way she does.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ, Joey," I growl as I pull out and slam back into her. "Always... need you... so fucking much."

"It's the same for me, Max." Her pussy squeezes me tighter, like it will never let me go. "I always need more."

I roll my hips, driving deeper and rubbing my piercing over her G-spot, making her tremble. "That not enough for you?" I grunt as I watch her eyes roll back in her head.

"You're an asshole," she groans, pulling me tighter and digging her heels into my ass to keep me deep inside her pussy.

"Don't make me spank your ass on our engagement night, baby girl."

"Holy fuck." Her tight cunt milks my cock, squeezing and releasing as her orgasm edges closer.

"Or maybe my naughty little slut wants a spanking, huh?"

"Y-yesss." She arches her back, throwing her head back as she comes on my cock. I drive into her even harder, burying myself so deep inside her cunt that she'll feel me and think about this moment every time she moves tomorrow. I take her to bed after I finish fucking her on the kitchen floor. Dinner dishes can wait until morning because I don't want to be anywhere except directly next to her naked body. My future wife.

We lie face-to-face, her leg draped over mine and my arm around her waist with my hand on her ass. I squeeze it and she moans contentedly. I think I'm going to fuck it in about five minutes. "Max?" she whispers.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I'd like Anya to be one of my bridesmaids. You think we can make that happen?"

"We can get married tomorrow if that's what you want." I would marry her anytime and anywhere.

"Well, maybe not tomorrow because I want a nice dress and a party, but soon?"

"We can speak to Father Michael tomorrow and see when he can fit us in."

Her radiant smile melts me. "For real?"

"Of course, Joey. The sooner I get to call you my wife, the happier I'll be."

She presses her cheek against my chest. "I can't wait to call you my husband too."

A knot of emotion balls in my throat. I never thought I'd want this. "And how do you feel about Daddy?"

She giggles. "I'll call you Daddy any time you want, tough guy."Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I smack her ass. "My belt is right there, baby girl."

"Is that supposed to be a threat, Daddy?" she asks, making my cock twitch. "Because you know it only makes me super wet and super needy."

I cup her chin in my hand and tilt her head so she can look at me and know that I'm serious. "Joey?"

"One day, yes. Most definitely I want to have lots of beautiful babies with you, but not yet."

I nod my agreement. I just needed to know if it was on the table, but I get that she's still young and we have plenty of time. "I'm more than happy to have you all to myself for a few years first."

She pushes me onto my back and straddles me. "I like the sound of that."

She leans forward, her dark curls falling onto my chest as she peppers soft kisses over my skin. "Does my girl want to be in control this round?" I ask, brushing her hair back and allowing me to see her beautiful face. "Sweet Max," she whispers seductively. "I am always in control."

"Oh, baby girl," I shake my head. "You were doing so well."

I flip her onto her back, and she squeals as I press her into the mattress, pinning her hands above her head. "And now you're about to have your ass spanked hard." I nip a trail across her collarbone and she mewls as she wriggles beneath me. "And then fucked even harder."

"Holy fuck. I love you, Max," she breathes out the words.

"Love you too, baby girl. I'll need you to remember that in a few minutes when I'm fucking you like I don't."

She bites her lip and those amber flecks in her dark brown eyes sparkle with mischief and joy. "I'll try my best, but I'm sure you can remind me if I forget."

"I will, baby. Every single fucking day for the rest of my life."