Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

You Can Always

F*ROMANY**

The harder Mickey pounds into me, the higher I climb toward my climax and the less t| have to think about

what he just said before pleasure explodes across my body in waves.

The moan of ecstasy that skates past my lips has Mickey freezing inside ofand then dipping forward as my

pussy pulses around him. The slight movent drives a bit of a whimper fromas | slide down from the height of

my climax.

"You feel too good," Mickey growls, his head next to my ear as he pauses in his thrusts to grind himself as deep

as he can inside of me. "You moan like that again and I'm going to come. | want this to last." Lifting his head just

barely, he says, "Fuck - | love the way you sound when I'm this deep"

I'm practically folded in half beneath him as his lips trail from my ears to my breasts, open mouthed kisses and

sharp nips from his teeth trekking across my flesh while | shudder. Gyrating my hips against him, | hunt for

another release, despite that he is trying to prolong his pleasure.

He chuckles, "Stop moving, Doll. Please... fuck!"

My eyes catch on his chest, on the perfectly bronzed flesh of his pectorals, on the way they expand and contract

when | tighten my insides around him.

"Holy shit, you are going to kill me, baby," he hisses, gritting his teeth as he works to control his release.

"Mickey, | want more," | moan, flexing my wrists in his hands in a fight to reach out and stroke him. He is so sexy

like this, his exquisitely honed body has never looked better and I'm dying to drag my nails over the grooves of

his muscles. "Lettouch you. Please..."

Releasing my wrists with a surrendering groan, his hands fist inside of my hair and his tongue swirls around one

nipple before it slices toward my throat and he latches on, markingin such a way that hasgasping for air.

Immediately, | palm his powerful shoulders then drag my hands over the pulse of his biceps. He trembles

beneath my touch, lifting his head to stare down atwith green fire in his eyes.

Mickey whispers, "I know if | asked you to leave here today - to disappear with- you would say no. But

understandwhen | tell you-" his eyes search mine as he begins to pump in and out ofonce again "-

there's nowhere you can go that | won't follow. If you leave here without me, | will hunt you down and steal you

from whatever life you have found. There's no future for you that doesn't havein it. | will stalk you for the

rest of my life if | have to."

"I'm counting on it," | breathe, right before his lips cover mine and he steals my breath away.

| scream into his mouth as a sudden burst of pleasure findsand Mickey's thrusts becunforgivingly

powerful, his hips pistoning into mine until they feel bruised and ragged. His tongue darts in and out of my

mouth in tandem with his punishing strokes and it only serves to heighten my pleasure. Then, his eyes close as

he rears up and my nails dig deep into his skin, hooking the muscles of his arms as flames roar across my flesh.

When | feel the white hot seed that is his promise release deep within my womb, | whimper, tilting my hips to

take him as far back as he will go as my pussy spasms around him. It feels like a bolt of electricity jolts from my

tailbone and | feel the depth of him like a swelling against my spine. Collapsing on top ofin a heap, he finally

releases my legs so that they can wither on each side of him, traumatically over stretched, yet amazingly

languid at the stime.

*Fuck... he may have just officially disturbed my walk.*

*Like... my hips might need a realignment or something.*

#Just callBowl Legged Betty from now on.*

| stroke his back as he pants against my lips, my fingers caressing each and every groove of him, committing

him to memory.

When he finally rolls to the side of me, he collects my body against his and draws the blankets around us,

nuzzling his head into the side of my neck before nipping my earlobe. "I know you've been keeping secrets, Doll.

| don't know what they are... but | want you to understand that there is nothing you couldn't admit to me. |

wouln't give a fuck if you were a double agent for the FBI, I'd still be in love with you. You can always feel safe

with me."

*God, | hope that's true.*

*And | love you too, Mickey.*

Of course | don't say the words out loud, because after this afternoon, he won't hear them. Instead, | catch his

beautifully brilliant gaze in mine and say, "I know."

A sudden pounding on the door in the other room hasflinching back against the pillows and Mickey leaping

naked from the bed. "Who the fuck is it?" he shouts, grabbing nothing but his gun as he heads into the sitting

room beyond and then toward the entrance to his suite.

| bite my lip, watching the wink of his ass muscles the whole way.

#Jesus... he is ridiculously cut.*

#| feel like that ass of his could whisk eggs.*

Just the memory of the way he rotates his hips as he strokes has my pussy melting against the sheets *again.*

*| could do worse. For sure. *

Whoever is at the door has Mickey cursing and shuffling his hands through his hair, so | inch up into a sitting

position and then crawl toward the foot of the bed to eavesdrop. Unfortunately, by the t| get there he's

slamming the door shut as stalking back toward the bedroom with someone's phone in one hand and his gun in

the other.

Mickey's dick is still at half mast by the the noticeson all fours at the edge of the bed and the way his

eyes light up and his body freezes has heat trickling between my thighs.

"Fuck you are beautiful," he declares, clenching his jaw as his gaze roves over my form and his dick rocks up. "I

wish | had more time, but unfortunately | have to head out with my cousin. There's sunforeseen problem at

his newly acquired club." As he studies me, | get the distinct feeling he's holding something back. Like he wants

to aska question, but just can't get it past his lips. "Here," he says, tossing the phone in his hand onto the

bed in front of me. "Alex says to let you know that he charged this

for you." He quirks an eyebrow. "According to him, the damn thing just kept going off."

My forehead wrinkles as | turn my attention to the device.

*Oh shit.*

*That's not just someone's phone. *

*That's my phone.*

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