The Mafia’s Curvy Woman

When he came, he did so with a growl. His cock seemed to get bigger as he filled her mouth, spilling his cum inside her.

She had no choice but to swallow as there seemed to be so much of it. She milked him for every single drop.

Only when he was done did he collapse on the bed.

She licked her lips.

“Did you come?” he asked.

She shook her head.

Petal gasped as he lifted her up, and his face suddenly pressed between her thighs. He licked at her pussy, bringing her to an orgasm and licking at her juices as she came hard. By the time he was finished, she was the one panting for breath.

“I can’t believe I wasted all those years.”

“What years?” she asked.

“I should have taken you when you turned eighteen.” He crashed his lips down on hers, and to Petal, it was the most romantic thing he’d ever said to her.

****

“You don’t have to stay in the apartment forever,” Marco said, leading Petal down to the indoor swimming pool.

It had been over a month since he’d taken Petal for his own, and he realized she hadn’t gone anywhere or done anything. He’d offered to take her shopping, but she had no interest in buying clothes.

Instead, he presented her with a bikini, one that showed off her curves. She’d been so nervous, and he had to pull her hands away from her body so he could get a good look at her. Even now as they stood in the elevator, she kept trying to hide behind him.

He let go of her hand, holding her against his side with an arm around her waist.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” she said, glaring at him.

“You’ve got nothing to hide.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“If you even for a second comment on your size, elevator or not, I will spank your ass.”

“I’m used to people pointing, okay? I was bullied in school.”

“The all-girls’ school?” he asked.

“Yes, does that surprise you? I wasn’t thin or tiny, and they loved to point it out every single day how ugly I am.”

Marco dropped the towels he was holding and pressed her up against the corner of the elevator. The pool would be free and clear because his men would have cleared the pool. This building was owned by him, so he got first pick of all the facilities. He wasn’t going to be sharing his woman and her body with anyone else. Her curves were for him and him alone.

Slamming his lips down on hers, he pressed his cock against her core.

Breaking from the kiss, he trailed his mouth down to her ear, biting on her lobe until she groaned. “You feel that?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“All you ever need to think about is how I feel. I love your curves, and I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. If I ever see or meet these women who hurt you, know their days are numbered.”

“You can’t go around killing people who have hurt me.”

“I can’t?”

“Marco?”

“You’re mine, Pet. Every single part of you. Those tears are mine; you are mine. I’ll brand your entire body so you know you belong to me.” He kissed her again, hard. “Those women need to learn a lesson. You don’t hide. You stand tall and proud. I love your body. Me, no one else. You care about what I want. Understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Bossy.”

“You need someone bossy in your world.” The elevator doors opened. “It’s time for us to go for a swim.”

He wrapped his arm around her, walking out to the pool.

“No one is here,” she said.

“Exactly. It’s just you and me. Unless you want company?”

“You can organize people to come for a swim to make me feel happy?”

“Yes. I’ll get my guards to jump in the pool. They won’t look at you.”

“You’d really do that for me?” she asked.

“You need to realize there is a hell of a lot I would do for you.” Marco knew it was only a matter of time before he was called away again. This was his business. The life of a Capo meant he didn’t have the luxury of calling into work sick, or taking a holiday. This was his life, one he relished every single day of the week.

Hurting people, killing them in the name of the mafia, didn’t bother him. He was used to the kind of violence he lived. He’d trained all of his life, and he was one of most feared men in the city.

Then there was Petal.

He’d never had a weakness. Over the years he’d known men who were total lethal bastards but had one woman who completely tore them apart. Their woman was their weakness, and they were too foolish to keep that shit to themselves. When their women were taken, or hurt, they didn’t think through what they were supposed to do, so they made mistakes and got themselves killed or worse, just their women. He’d seen them fall apart not long after the death of their loved one.