The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

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A low moan erupted my chest, vibrations spreading throughout my body.

"Umm." I cried out from the painful yet pleasurable ministrations, going between my legs.

The try to clench my this together to stop that sweet sweet assault on my pussy was no avail.

My hands clutched the mob of dark brown hair as I cried out, over again from the warm tongue flicking my nerve bundle, grazing it with his teeth.

"Oh, Roman." I moaned throwing my head back in ecstasy feeling my stomach tightening, in a familiar sensation as my back arched to find some precious friction between my gushing wetness and his tongue.

Roman raised his face, lips pulled into a salacious smirk as he, like a predator climbed up my slender form and hovered over me.

His previously styled hair, now falling in stands over his sweaty forehead, topped with his smirk, giving him a psychotic lover look.

I caressed his face with my knuckles, eyes glazed stared into his warm brown ones, almost loosing my sanity inside his eyes.

Without a warning, his cock slammed inside my worked up, leaking heat.

I cried out from the painful yet lovely ache that spread throughout my body. "My whore. My fucking whore. Only mine." He whispered moving on top of me.

"Yes." I cried out. "Your's Roman."

He chuckled darkly. "Tell me I fucking own this cunt. It's mine." He ordered pulling out so just his swollen tip was snuggled inside my slippery heat. "Tell me." He slammed in.

"Yes." I grunted out. "You own this fucking cunt. It's yours."

"Yes." He grunted.

"I-"

Slam.

"fucking"

Slam.

"own."

Slam.

"this."

Slam.

"cunt"

"Yes." I panted out. "All yours."

"That's right." He growled picking up his pace. "Fucking mine, whore. You're my whore."