Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18

Beautiful & Sexy

I knew it. The piece was decently nice to look at, but it didn’t come across as anything meaningful or

unique. I wasn’t sure what to add or how to fix it and I was running out of time.

“You’re right. I don’t know how to fix it though. I guess, I’ll have to skip out on this contest after all…” I

said regretfully.

“I think…the painting needs to be a little more alluring…and sexy…” Ethan whispered seductively into

my ear.

His hands were already on my breasts before I could react to his words. I cried out his name in surprise

as his hand began groping and squeezing my breasts. It’s late and no one should walk in on us but I’m

in the middle of working right now…

“Ethan…let’s do this when we’re back…” I suggested softly.

“No…I want you now. I did come all this way…” Ethan replied as he nibbled lightly on my ear lobe.

My breathing quickened at his seductive touches. He’s always so good at turning me on. I had already

lost count on the times that we’ve had sex late in the night in this art studio. I bet Ethan had sex with

me here more often than the times he actually worked on his artwork.

“I have to…work…” I protested.

“Then work. I never told you to stop. Keep on painting, Malissa,” Ethan said in an amused yet serious

tone.

As if not to bother me any further, his hand left my breast for a moment. As I breathed a sigh of relief,

his hands were suddenly on my thighs before it slid up my thighs and under my skirt. I let out a soft

moan when I felt his fingers stroking me through my underwear.

“Ethan…” I moaned his name as I felt a pleasurable ache build up in my lower abdomen.

“Paint, Malissa. Show me the colors of your passion,” Ethan said encouragingly.

I felt Hayden pull the thin fabric that was covering my love entrance to the side before I felt his fingers

touching me there. I cried out when his fingers stroked the wet slit in between my legs directly. My

insides felt so hot, and my pussy throbbed with desire.

“You always get wet so easily when we do it here…” Ethan murmured seductively.

As his fingers stroked the sensitive folds of my pussy, I continued working on my artwork. I moaned

louder when his fingers started massaging my swollen clit. The more pleasure I felt, the easier it

seemed for me to paint. I no longer hesitated on which color to use or how to mesh the colors together;

it all seemed to come to me naturally now.

I cried out his name when he thrusted his fingers deep into my hole. My pussy clenched hard around

his fingers immediately. I could feel him so much more when we did it standing up like this. My own

juices gushed out of my love hole whenever he moved his fingers in and out of me. I felt my own

wetness dripping out of my pussy before sliding down the insides of my thighs. Ethan, he’s making me

so wet.

“Your pussy is clenching hard around my fingers. I want to screw my cock into you so badly…” Ethan

said. His voice sounded so passionate that it was like he was confessing his love to me.

I moaned louder and louder as he fingered me harder and faster. He knew exactly where my pleasure

spots were, and his fingers were merciless in stimulating them. He pushed and thrusted against my G-

spot, and it felt like I would die from the pleasure. Just as he ordered, I continued to paint while he

continued to pleasure my love hole with his fingers.

“Ethan…I’m going to…cum…” I whimpered weakly.

He’s driving me fast towards the edge. I couldn’t take it anymore. I yelled his name loudly as my mind

went completely white and I knew that I had climaxed. Ethan hugged me to him to keep me on my feet

as he supported my weight. It was a miracle that I didn’t drop everything that I was holding. Learning

from experience really does pay off, I guess.

“Doesn’t the world look more beautiful after you’ve just climaxed?” Ethan asked and I knew that he was

smiling proudly. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I could feel his hands as they lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties. My breathing was still labored

from my own orgasm, but it was clear that Ethan was ready to move on to the next step.

“Bend over a little…and don’t forget to keep working on your painting…” Ethan reminded me.

I heard the sound of him hastily unbuckling his belt and removing his pants before I felt the heat of his

cock at my wet entrance. Ethan grabbed my hips and thrusted his cock into me without warning. I

screamed wildly as he pumped his swollen rod into me from behind. I couldn’t continue painting at all

as I focused on the sensation of his cock pounding into my pussy.

It felt so satisfying to be filled completely by him. I moaned repeatedly as his cock stirred up my wet

insides and rammed against my womb. He’s in so deep and my hips were thrusting back to grind

against him. We rocked our bodies together in need as we coupled.

“I love fucking you, Malissa. I want to keep fucking you like this forever…” Ethan groaned passionately

as he began thrusting into me more forcefully than before.

After a while of wild thrusting, we both reached our climax. I felt so exhausted from cumming twice in a

row. When Ethan withdrew his cock from my pussy, I lost all strength in my legs and slid down onto the

floor. Ethan was still standing though, and his eyes were on my painting. While he was fucking me hard

from behind, I had managed to add a few more layers of color. I wasn’t sure what he would make of it

though.

“Beautiful…and sexy,” Ethan complimented.

“Really?” I asked in disbelief.

“If this doesn’t win in the contest, then I don’t know what would…” Ethan said with so much conviction

that I was forced to believe him.

--To be continued…