Plain Jane and the Mafia Beast

“Please,” she said, touching him.

He grabbed the straps of her thong and tugged, snapping it from her body. Tossing it on the floor, he shoved her hand away and lifted her up in his arms with ease. Carrying her through to his bedroom, he dropped her on the bed.

This room was built for sex. He’d made it that way.

Every single wall possessed a mirror. When he fucked, he liked to see everything. Seeing a woman come apart was a favorite pastime of his. But he also got off on some seriously kinky shit as well. Forcing a woman to see her true need. Some of the women he’d bedded hadn’t been able to watch themselves. By the time he’d been through with them, they didn’t have a choice.

“On your knees. Up here. Look at me.” He had her staring into his eyes.

She didn’t back down, her hands resting on his chest, running up to grab his shoulders.

Cupping her face, he tilted her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers. The instant their lips touched, she gasped, and he took full advantage, plunging his tongue inside.

She wasn’t used to having a man touch or kiss her.

He didn’t mind her inexperience though. He fucking loved it, knowing no other man had touched her, had wanted her. They didn’t know what they were missing. The passion brimming beneath the surface was right there. All a guy had to do was look hard enough to find it. He’d spotted it that night in the diner.

Now he had her in his arms, for one night.

It could only be one night as well.

He wouldn’t risk her life, not for more.

She cupped his face before sliding her hands into his hair, holding him tightly as he continued to ravish her mouth.

By the time he broke the kiss, her lips were red, swollen, and well-kissed. Moving his hands down her body, he cupped her tits. They were as good as he imagined they would be, huge tits with nice, tight red nipples, begging to be sucked. He took one into his mouth, and he stroked his thumb across the hardened bud of the other.

She pressed her thighs together, and he knew in that moment that her tits were sensitive. He moved to her other nipple, giving her the same kind of attention. He could gladly spend all night sucking on those beauties, but his dick was getting harder and he wanted her to be ready.

He had no intention of being soft on her, so her pussy was going to have to be slick and ready for his dick.

“Lie back.”

Vincenzo liked ordering her around. She lay back against his sheets, her brown hair fanning out against his pillow, looking so innocent, beautiful, and pure.

He had no right to fuck her. To make her his. He didn’t intend to keep her or have her in his life. This was going to be the one and only night they were together. But he couldn’t resist.

Kneeling between her spread thighs, he kissed her lips, working his way down her body. She wriggled beneath him, arching up, moaning as he glided down, going to her pussy. She had a fine dusting of hair, but he didn’t mind. He hated it when women were completely bare. Spreading the lips of her pussy open, he stared at her swollen clit.

Licking his lips, he wanted a taste.

She would be all his.

****

The first swipe of Vincenzo’s tongue and Arika was in heaven. At first, she tensed up because she didn’t know what was coming, and then she moaned. His tongue moved up and down, around her clit, then over it. The pleasure took her higher and higher, making her ache for more.

She felt that building heat and need coiling its way inside her, making her want to come.

“That’s right, baby, come all over my face.”

Whatever he was doing, she couldn’t deny him. That feeling kept on building until there was nothing left, and she cried out his name, coming as he stroked her over and over. She came hard, and Vincenzo kept on licking her pussy, driving her wild with need.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, begging for more.

He brought her down over her peak and her body tingled all over. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She felt … sated. Like she’d been waiting a long time and finally knew what to expect.

“That felt amazing.”

“Good.” He moved between her thighs. He rested on one hand, and the other teased between her thighs, stroking her pussy. “You’re nice and wet for me. I’m so sorry, Arika. This is going to hurt.”

Before she could think or do anything, his cock was at her entrance and he slammed in deep, taking her by surprise with the force of it. She cried out, arching up as he tore through her virginity, laying claim to that part of herself she couldn’t give to anyone else. His hands went to her hips, seating himself to the hilt.