Break The Mafia

Break The Mafia

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Mar 26, 2021
heavily bouncing, the rain poured down i ran as fast i could trying to catch my breath. the footsteps sharply echoed down the alley way. his strong veiny hands grabbed my throat and swung me round to face him. the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my arms filled with goosebumps i took in the strong scent of aftershave mixed with sickly alcohol. "you can't run from me" he growled pinning me to the wall, tracing his finger down my lip down to my breast grabbing it firmly "wha-" he instantly shushed me his deep ocean eyes stared into mine. i could tell he was turned on, he always is, everytime. just happened to be more romantic this time. he wouldn't do anything. it was against the rules, and he'd never break them, but i knew at some point i'd make him...
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Settling between my legs he looked me in the eyes, softly whispering to me "what are you doing to me woman" I see his gaze flicker from my eyes to my lips and a wave of anticipation grows in me. I see him start to lean forward and my mind starts racing....is he going to kiss me? Should I let him kiss me? All my thoughts go out the window as I close my eyes, his lips touching mine..slowly....softly. God this felt good, he tasted of mint and the electric feeling I got at his touch was ever-present. His lips left mine and I let out a soft whimper at the loss of contact, only to feel his lips moving down my neck. My back arched and my hands roamed over his broad shoulders, instinct taking over as I lost myself in the moment. He picked me up again and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and next thing I know we were crashing down on my bed. I was lost in the taste of him, lost in his touch.....until I felt his fingers softly tracing the waistband of my jeans.

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