Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

I smile, yanking his head down by his hair so that his open mouth is stuffed with my nipple. "Let's not disappoint her then."noveldrama

"Mmm," Tiny moans, using his grip on my ass cheeks to stroke me across his girth on the outside of his pants as he sucks greedily on my chest. "Tell me about Ruiz," he grumbles, dragging one of my bra straps down with his teeth. "And take your pants off," he commands, even though he has yet to release my rear.

"What do you want to know?" I ask, my voice made huskier by his teeth around my newly bare nipple. I drag my hands down the back of his shoulders, loving the way they feel like shifting rock as I pinch and knead his muscles.

"Fuck that feels good," Tiny groans, pausing in his feast to simply enjoy my hands on the tightly wound ropes of tension. The only part of him that does not go slack, pushes up beneath me as if it's trying to be the hero and unzip his pants.

My hands scour his body, my fingers pressing into every nook and cranny, every groove and dip, every line of muscle. I even stroke his biceps because, fuck, I love them. But when I reach his waist, I slide both of my hands beneath the hem and lift until his perfect chest is a bare blaze of dragons and my pussy is weeping for a ride.

"Oh," I moan, deep in my throat as my eyes fire across the beauty of him. My mouth drops toward the angriest beast with the sharpest of fangs, a red winged demon that roars across his heart. He growls deep as I lick and bite his flesh, my hands scratching upward over the twitch of his shoulders, coaxing his head back as I twirl my tongue around his nipple.

"Ruiz scares the fuck out of me, to be honest," I confess, pushing off of him so that I'm standing between his knees. "When he touches me I feel like-"

"When he *touches* you?" Tiny rasps out, his body rocking up in anger and squeezing the nectar from my core. "Why the fuck does he touch you?"

I don't answer right away, the show of jealousy in him doing something wicked to my insides. A sly smile whips across my face as I slowly unbutton my cutoffs and slide them down with a shimmy of my hips. I'm left in nothing but my pearl white thong and the outrageously thin bra that for some reason I feel too sexy to divulge myself of completely.

"He thinks that I want him," I whisper, dropping to my knees between Tiny's legs.

"And you don't?" Tiny asks as if that's even a real question.

I shake my head, my hair tickling my back as I reach forward and slide my hands up his inner thighs where my favorite tattoo is hiding. "This is what I want," I say hotly, struggling for a moment with his belt as his dick swells beneath the buckle. "I love the beast in these pants."

Tiny chuckles, watching me work with a dark sparkle to his gaze. "You love it, do you? Just my beast? Or me too?"

I sit back on the heels of my feet as the belt finally loosens, something in his voice drawing my attention upward. Tiny tastes his bottom lip, his eyes growing hazier by the minute. "All of you," I say softly, my core melting when my words draw a low rumble from his chest.

Tiny reaches down to take my hands, assisting me as I unbutton his pants and then watching me as I release his cock from the confines of his zipper. The sweet, adoring length of him springs free with a bounce and I pull his pants lower as he lifts his hips a little to accommodate me. "Well I'm yours, baby girl. I don't want to belong to anyone else. Not ever."

With a whimper, I wrap my tongue halfway around his girth, tasting him slowly, gliding upward from root to tip and tugging a shudder from his body. My tongue twirls around the head of his dick as he strings his fingers into my hair and closes his fists, tightening his grip on the reins of control. I begin to suck him into my mouth, while kneading him with rhythmic coils of my hands wrapped around his base. His mouth falls open in a silent groan and I swallow him back deeper, relaxing my throat to take him as far as possible. Each time I draw him out, my tongue traces over the veined skin, the bare rise of flesh making his dragons come alive for me. I love it. All of it. The way he looks at me. The way he feels in my grip. The power he surrenders to me.

Lost in the world of this story? Make sure you're on Ñe5s.com to catch every twist and turn. The next chapter awaits, exclusively on our site. Dive in now! "You have to stop,” he whispers, . "I want to fuck you, baby."

I release him with a pop of my mouth and before I can even attempt to stand he's reaching down to toss me onto the bed. My back hits with an oof and he's suddenly standing in front of me, stroking his hands over my legs before he yanks me toward the end of the bed by my hips.

The way he looks in the shredded moonlight, his dragons covering nearly every inch of his swollen muscles takes my breath away. "Tiny," I whisper as he arranges my left leg over his left shoulder, leaving my right leg on the mattress so that he can take me from beneath at a devastating angle while keeping my front facing him.

"Yes?" He replies huskily, nibbling on the outside of my knee as he latches my leg to his chest with his left arm.

"What's your name?"

He freezes for a second, then his right hand strokes its way down to my hip where he hooks a finger over the leg of my panty. "Thaddeus," he says softly, before yanking my panties down over my hips.

"Thaddeus," I moan, clutching the bedding as he plays the head of his cock over my

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One flex of his hips and he plunges deep inside of my heat causing my back to arch upward off the bed and a moan to tumble from my lips.

Lost in the world of this story? Make sure you're on Ñel5s.com to catch every twist and turn. The next chapter awaits, exclusively on our site. Dive in now! "Shh," he shushes me, suddenly leaning forward to cover my mouth with his left hand and hold himself up with the other. "Quiet remember," he whispers shakily. "Mmhmm," I agree, swirling my tongue along his palm as he ever so slowly begins to retreat then plunge back in with a slow turn of his hips.

I moan against his hand, my body writhing as he continues at torturously slow tempo. His hips undulating and circling, stretching my walls slowly and deliberately, as if savoring each entry. My clit pulses madly, my hands clawing into his forearms as I feel every inch of him widen me out.

"Fuck babygirl," he grunts, as if he is slowly losing control.

His hand leaves my mouth, squeezing my breasts as I begin to bounce in time with his accelerating thrusts. I can feel wet heat pooling around his dick every time he plunges deep and I don't think I've *ever* been this wet. The slapping of his skin on mine chases his grunts of pleasure and my core readies to melt around him.

"Oh yes... I'm gonna come," I pant out..

"Fuuuccckk," he groans, slapping into me with speedy, ferocious thrusts that have my hips rocketing off the bed and him wrapping his free arm around my waist to keep us connected as I tighten around his girth.

"Thaddeus," I whisper... and his dick spasms, drenching my cervix in his release.