Married to the Mafia Boss

Amelia

I feel his hard cock pressing against me, and it feels so engorged that for a brief moment, I wonder how it will fit. I’m so wet, though, he rubs the tip up and down to lubricate himself before he guides it into me.

I pull him down into a fiery kiss, my hands going to claw his back as he thrust into me, then slowly pulls out until only the tip is in. Then he thrusts hard again, I shift around slightly, and on the third thrust, he hits the sweet part, and I whimper into his mouth.

I feel like putty in his hands, and we’re both sweating as he starts to move at a more steady pace. It’s not fast, but it’s hard, and I’m at just the right angle to enjoy every push of his hips.

I bite his lip, pulling on it slightly. I open my eyes and see that fighting spirit in him. He’s holding back because he doesn’t want to hurt me.

I put a hand on his face. “I’m not fine china. Go harder… go faster…”

He nods and starts to move harder and faster, still resisting a bit but definitely better.

I feel like my world is exploding around me. I don’t even know how long it is before I guide him to roll over, and I’m sitting up, riding his cock like a rodeo.

He reaches up and teases my nipples as I ride him, and I can feel he’s close.

“Do it,” I moan. “Do it.” He thrusts his hips up to match me until he suddenly grabs my hips and drives deep inside me, releasing a torrent of sticky cum. I pant, sweat dripping down my body.

He runs his hands up and down my side, then one hand changes course and moves between my legs. “Your turn.”

I groan as I grind against his hand, already so sensitive, but he doesn’t stop until I’m screaming his name in ecstasy.

We shower together, and he washes my hair, then we climb into bed, and I rest in his arms.

I sigh deeply, stroking his chest.

“It’s not so bad,” I say. “All my life, I felt like a caged bird, and now, with us being on the road, I feel like I’m free.”

Frankie strokes my back with his strong hands. “I know what you mean.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

We fall asleep, and it isn’t until we’re on the road the next day that I ask a question that’s been on my mind.

“When do you think we’ll return to New York?” I ask, though I dread the answer.

“I don’t know. It’s going to be a long while before that decision is made,” he breathes. “Jose isn’t someone who can be overthrown in a day.”

I look out the window. “At least we can have some adventures until then.”

“I won’t lie, even I like being a remote mafia member,” he chuckles at his own joke, and I grin at him. “It’s nice not to be in a stuffy office tending to problems the whole day. I like moving around.”

“It’s because you’re usually professional and so stiff, but what about your responsibilities to the family?”

“I’d still do them, but I don’t know. I want to live a little too. I want to see more and do more. I can have both,” he says.

I grin. “I like this new you. I could absolutely get used to it.”

I look back out the window with a smile. “We’re going to have a lot of fun.”

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THE END of book 2.

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