Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Even though it’s cold, her legs feel like a furnace. My fingers run over her smooth skin, over her shaved mound, and then I just graze her pussy. It’s wet for me. She’s always fucking wet for me.

“I would never share you. I’m showing off what’s mine.”

She attacks me the moment I slip my finger inside her. The smooth walls wrap around me like a tight glove as she throws her arms around my neck and moans loud enough to let the whole parking lot know what we’re up to. My cock stiffens in my pants when I hear how turned-on she is. Elena arches her body against mine and crushes her lips over my mouth. Her hand drops down and seizes my cock, and it’s like an electric shock. Blood pounds through my dick and I bury my fingers in her wet cunt, curving inward as she moans in my mouth.

“You belong to me, baby. Just look how wet you are.”

Heavy brown eyes stare into mine. “You belong to me, too.”

I grin at that, but she’s right. There’s no denying that this girl has me, hook, line, and sinker. No one else captures my attention like her. No one gets me as hard as she does.

“I’m yours, but more importantly, you’re mine.”

I twist my fingers inside her, knowing how close she is based on her rapid breaths. Her face flushes and she bites her lip, trying to contain herself as I keep finger-fucking her.

She unzips my pants in one swift movement and yanks my briefs down. We couldn’t be more exposed, but she gives me that desperate look that I’m addicted to.

“I need you.”

Yes, she does need me.

The cold air bites my cock, but I hitch up her dress and guide it to her steaming pussy, which feels like a hot bath. I sink inside her, my face buried in her tits. Jesus it’s so warm and tight. I glide inside her, thrusting deep as she squeezes around me.

“There’s-there’s someone coming!”

My teeth graze her perfect tits. “Let them watch.” Smiling at her horrified face, I take as much of her as I can in my mouth and suck hard, digging my cock as deep as it’ll go.

Her fingers wrench my hair as she lets out another guttural sound.

“I need you to come, baby. I can’t get off unless you come.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a couple standing unnaturally still in the parking lot as if they can’t believe what they’re seeing. Awesome.

She blushes hard. “I-I can’t!”

“I can do this all day.” I thrust hard, her body arching up my car.

Well, no. I couldn’t. I’d blow a load before long, because she keeps squeezing my cock while it glides up her slick walls. Another harsh cry tears from her throat, rebounding through the parking lot, and the couple in the distance turns around. I see them holding a cell phone.

“They’re calling the cops. Better hurry.”

I slide my dick out of her pussy as she rakes my shoulders, and then I bend to my knee, pulling her dress over my head. Her slightly swollen pussy contracts when she feels my breath over her wet skin. Then I roll my tongue over her clit.

She makes a sound as though she’s in pain. It must feel amazing in the cold to have something hot and wet engulf you. Her hips grind against my mouth as I fuck her with my mouth, sucking her juices, using my fingers to pound her hard. I have three inside her, curving into that bed of nerves that makes her legs shudder. I want her as close to the edge as possible. My mouth closes over her clit and sucks hard as my tongue runs along her wetness.

“TONY!”

I stand up, her dress flattening against my body as I bury myself back into her throbbing pussy. She clings to my shoulder and cries as she comes hard around my cock. Somehow one of her straps falls down her arm and her bouncing tits pop out of her dress. I grab one, digging my fingers into her flesh as her nipple hardens against my palm. My fingernail pinches her nub as my hips grind against hers. The friction builds up and my balls tighten. I’m overwhelmed with the smell of her around me. She’s all mine for me to do whatever I want with.

She yanks my head toward hers and her tongue slips into my mouth. I bite down hard as my cock explodes, filling her pussy with my cum. She kisses me blindly, just as crazy for me as I am for her. A flash of red and blue makes my heart thump hard against my ribs. I bend down and yank my pants back up as she slips to the pavement. Then I give the couple in the distance a sarcastic wave.

“Enjoy the show?” I bellow out to them.

Elena yanks on my jacket. “Let’s go.”

Chuckling, I turn back toward her. I gather her beautiful face in my hands and I plant a soft kiss on her red lips, smoothing my thumbs over her cold cheeks. Aftershocks of pleasure run through my body as she slips her hands around my waist.

And I don’t want her to let go.

The hushed whispers of the congregation echo through the cavernous church. I stand at the altar, hands flexing at my side. That hair-raising, unnerving song I’ve sat through so many times begins as a slow line of procession moves down the aisle. My stomach clenches as everyone’s gaze turns back. Elena’s sister appears in a champagne-colored dress. I’ve already forgotten her name, but I felt a strong surge of dislike when I shook her hand. She has an upturned, snotty look to her face, and seemed to be annoyed at the fact that she had to come all the way here.

Ma’s already sobbing in the front row, and I try to avoid looking at her. My chest tightens as the wedding march increases in crescendo, and I think about how wrong this is-how I loathe these boring as fuck weddings, and how we should have done it in my Ma’s backyard-tradition be damned. I could give a fuck about religion, and having all these eyes on me isn’t pleasant.

A sliver of white moves into the room and everyone’s head turns to look at my bride to be. My chest swells as she walks down the aisle in a white dress that clings to her body, showing off just enough skin to make my breath catch in my throat. The neckline dips down in a V, exposing her neck and just a hint of cleavage. Her hair is pulled up into an elegant bun, dark, smoky makeup around her eyes, and light lipstick. She looks beautiful. So beautiful that my heart clenches when she reaches me.

This is it.

No turning back.

I want to reach around her head and let her hair fall to her shoulders. She doesn’t look like the girl I saw in the bar-the girl who gives me so many hard-ons throughout the day that I worry my dick might fall off. I only half-listen to the priest as he prattles on and on in Italian, and I wonder why the fuck we always have these ceremonies where we can’t understand the fucking words. He repeats them in French and then in English.

To have and to hold, in sickness and in health. Blah, blah, blah.

It doesn’t feel real. All of it is wrong-the church, the music, her hair, my future sister-in-law with a sour look on her face. Elena’s trembling lips.

I kiss her anyway as cheers explode in the church.

I’ll make her mine in my own way, when she won’t have that terrified look on her. When I say the words, I want to mean them.

We just have to get through this bullshit.

Her hand shakes in mine as we walk down the aisle, and I smile back at Johnny’s beaming face. He can’t resist pounding my back as I walk past him. Sunshine pours over our heads as we leave the church to the limo waiting for us. I hold the door open for her and she bends her head as she steps inside.

“We’ll meet you there!”

A wave of exhaustion hits me as I join her in the limo and shut the car door. She looks at me with the same frightened expression she had on the altar, and I catch a glimpse of her left hand, which gleams with the ring I gave her.

She turns her perfectly manicured face toward me. “I need a fucking drink.”

Good thing there’s champagne in the limo. I fish it out of the ice and pop open the cork, tilting the foam into a tall, skinny glass for her. She holds it daintily while I pour one for myself.

What should I toast to?

Elena seems to consider her glass before her cheeks flush and she extends it toward me. “I forgot-I’m pregnant.”

I take it from her, grinning. “No one’s here to see you except me.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to risk it.”