Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

On The Sun

F*ROMANY**

Waking up the next morning with the natural morning light streaming through *three* walls of windows, was like

waking up on the sun. It was so damn bright in the room that | was forced to keep my eyes closed and burrow

my nose behind Tiny's massive shoulder so | might adjust. "Oh my God!" | complained.

Tiny didn't stir at all, except to flex his ridiculous muscles in his sleep. The sculpted bulk of his right bicep and

tricep flexed and shifted beneath the tight caramel satin of his skin and | found myself with my lips dragging

across them. Funny, | never used to consider myself the kind of girl who was into big brawny men, but | guess

that was because I didn't *actually* know any. As it is now, | can't even lay next to the masterpiece that is Tiny's

body without drawing my nails over the absurd ropes that outline his frame. The man can't even sleep without

setting my panties ablaze.

Behind me, Mickey roused from sleep with a loud satisfied sigh. He shifts closer toand my pussy clenches

when | feel the heat of his breath on the back of my neck. The warm hard planes of his sculpted chest press

against my back and when he rakes his hand over one rounded hip, my asshole puckers up reflexively as if in

hiding. *My booty hasn't forgotten what it went through last night and even though | charder than | even

knew was possible, that side ofis presently closed for repairs.*

"I was afraid it had been a dream," Mickey whispers, almost as if to himself. "But here you are in my bed. Flesh

and blood. Soft and perfect."

The warm, wet pillows of Mickey's lips trail up the side of my neck, leaving a path of openmouthed kisses in their

wake. His tongue swirls over my pulse point, stopping only to suck and bite the flesh behind my ear. As his palm

roves over my breasts, my head falls back in surrender and my chest heaves, pushing wantonly into his greedy

caresses.

"Mickey," | sigh, unable to keep from gliding the seam of my ass against his rock hard shaft, despite my

soreness.

"Doll..." he groans, reaching up to snatch my jaw and turn my face toward his. His eyes are vibrant green and

hazy with lust as he rocks his cock against my hip. "I want that pussy this morning," he says crudely and wetness

practically drips from my entrance.

Biting my lip as the heat of his gaze sears across my naked body, | attempt to roll toward him, only to freeze

when the slight movement disrupts the tender flower of my backside. "Ah!" | hiss, grimacing. "Shit!"

Mickey's gaze blazes with hunger and in the very next second, he hascradled gently against his chest as he

strides toward the bathroom. Glancing over his shoulder at the bed, | see Tiny remains sleeping, his body as still

as a rock and strangely enough, | feel a twinge of guilt leaving him there.

Once inside, he closes the door and walksinto the large six by eight foot shower that is built like a shroud of

splintered glass on the outside and like the famous Summit of New York on the inside. | gasp as he places me

gently on a long glass bench and | marvel at the thick glass tiles that surround the drain and look down on his

immaculate living room. *I wonder if you can see up here from down there, or if it's like a one-way mirror on that

side.* Behind me, the city beckons and the morning sunlight chips across the multiple highrises that spike frm

the ground as far as the eye can see.

"This is the coolest shower | have ever seen," | announce.

Mickey presses a few glowing white buttons on the marble panel next to the door and suddenly we are in a

tropical rainforest. *Like, literally.* The glass walls shimmer with shapes and color as a picture takes shape

behind the glass. What were once windows and doors, becdancing trees along the bank of a raging river.

Lightning flashes in the makeshift sky and the hot rain patters down on my head and steam rises from each

corner of the space. It *feels like we're in the middle of a tropical storm and try as | might, | can't stop smiling.

"Holy shit! The rent for this place must be a small fortune!" Careful not to jostle my hindparts, | stand and touch

the glass, tracing my fingers over the scene in absolute wonder.

"I don't rent, | own. But you're right. It actually cost ten thousand more than my house did," Mickey says,

suddenly behind me.

I'm about to spin on him when he abruptly shovesagainst the glass, pinningwith his body as he kicks my

legs apart almost angrily.

"Mickey!" | try to complain, but before | can say another word he wedges himself between my legs and positions

his dick beneath my slit.

"I don't want to talk about my penthouse," he snaps, attacking my shoulder with his teeth and his mouth.

Latheringwith vicious kisses that are sure to leave marks all over. "lI want to be inside of you. | want what

you gave *Tiny* last night. First in my limo and then again in my bed. You were practically *begging* him to fuck

you. Do you have any idea how | felt watching that?"

"W-watching th-? Wh-what?"

"The one thing | have been waiting *four* years to have, you virtually *forced* on my fucking taxer. You took him

into your mouth and between your legs..." Mickey snarls, shovinga bit cruelly into the shower wall.

"Uhh..." | gasp out, as he knocks a little wind from my chest | whimper. "M-Mickey... please..." | pleaded,

breathless as a twinge of fear skates up my spine. | don't think he'll hurt me. In fact, I'm sure he wouldn't, at

least, not on purpose, and if I'm being honest, but | had no idea he was this upset. My blatant attraction to Tiny,

offends him, that much is clear. | instigated every single thing that happened between Tiny andin the limo.

** went after *him.* Which for me, is a very big thing.

From the very first moment | met Mickey he has made his intentions towardclear and despite all that he's

done for me, not much has happened between us. | was alone with Tiny for twenty odd minutes in the back of a

limousine, and | couldn't keep my hands off of him. | made him cum *twice* in ten minutes! So yeah, not only is

Mickey's ego wounded, but he's bitter too.

Last night, | could sense there was something on his mind, but | never would have guessed it was as pure and

simple as good old fashioned jealousy.

Mickey's hand slides over the back of my ass, dipping into the seam and exerting pressure along the brutally

tender flesh of my anus. | flinch, flattening myself into the glass and away from his hand. "N-no! No Mickey

please!" His face is suddenly pressed against mine, his mouth nibbling my ear. "Why not? It's all you wanted

fromlast night? Seems fair that | should get to ruin *something* for everyone else." | start to shake my head

no when | feel him stroke the head of his dick between my ass cheeks. "I'm not gonna lie," he says reluctantly.

"You bled a little forlast night. | probably should have been gentler, but after watching how well you took

Tiny's dick, | didn't feel like being gentle anymore. | still don't." He jerks his hips and for a moment | think he's

going to take my ass again but instead, he savagely grinds his cock against my slit. He groans with satisfaction

as his shaft slides easily beneath my swollen folds and he realizes how wet | am. His aggressive behavior causes

my pussy to flood arousal and with each threatening stroke my core weeps for him. My nipples are thrumming,

my clit *pulsing* on the edge of an orgasm, and all he's done toso far is suck on my neck. The first night |

slept in his bed, after Gerald attackedin the storeroom, he said something tothat madehot with

shame. At the time, | didn't think this words were true. But now... | know they are. He'd said:

*"Do you know what | think? I think you like to be dominated. I think you wantto slide over there, rip open

my robe that you are wearing, spread your legs as wide as | can, and fuck you into the goddamned headboard.

That is what | think."*

Turns out that he was right and | need him to fuck me, and | mean *right now.* "Mickey! | need-"

"I know, doll. I can tell. You're bathing my cock in your juices, but I'm warning you right now, | no longer give a

fuck if you cum or not. it is no longer my concern. I'm just going to fuck you as hard as | can, as long as | can

until | either explode in your womb, or crack the fucking shower door. | want to plunge so deep inside of you that

| can feel your heart beating against my dick. Carving myself in so that no other man will *ever* possess you

quite like | do. You won't even be able to walk without feelinginside of you."

His words are sharp, angry, and filled with venom as he rocks againstfrom behind. His mouth mercilessly

roams over my neck and my back, leaving bruises and hickeys that causeto shiver with pleasure. Each

stroke of his fingers on my body is tight and pinched, almost brutal as he fondles my curves. Grabbing

everything from my tender ass cheeks to the swollen buds of my nipples. He's like a hungry beast, dominating

every inch ofwith either his mouth or his hands. Leaving *no part* ofunexplored. Without warning, he

dips low between my thighs and then plunges his long shaft into my sex with a forceful thrust and an animalistic

grunt.

"Ah!" | shout, falling limp between him and the warm hard glass, my pussy throbbing against the steel wrath

between his legs. *Oh my God. He's so deep. It feels amazing.*

"Oh fuck!" he groans, wrapping my hair around his fist and yanking my head back each the hammers into

me. "Fuck yeah," he kisses me, biting the side of my face as he slams into my cervix with brutal force.

It's been ten seconds and | already feel my walls shuddering. They're seconds away from detonating. It feels so

damn good, | *need* it to last, but he's already said that he doesn't care if | cum or not, so I'm going to have to

lie. "It hurts too much!" | cry out. "Slow down Mickey. Please..."

Releasing my hair to pin my hands against the wall, he growls, "No." Then he continues to pound intoeven

harder. "I think I've waited long enough."