Owning the Mafia Don

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Sometime during the night, he rolled me on top of his big body as we made love. I knew that it was a concern for me and the child in my womb that made him do so and I felt immensely touched by that.

Later we lay, our limbs entangled, damp and drained. I kissed the damp, strong arm to reassure myself that I was not dreaming. I had placed my head against his shoulder. He stroked my cheek roughly and growled,

“So this is what you become when you are with child, eh? Insatiable?’

And then, as I turned my face to him and kissed him longingly, he growled warningly, his shaft hardening and rearing again as my small hands caressed his member lovingly. Teasing him further, I lifted my fingers to lick the dripping pre-cum from his manhood, I circled my lips with my tongue, making appreciative noises as I licked my fingers arousing him to a point of no return. His body was stiff, alert and I could see the predatory look in his narrowed blue eyes as he watched me, unblinkingly, his cock rearing and hard, ready to plunge into me again as I played with his erect member with my small hands.

I watched him from under my lashes all the while, enjoying the torture I was inflicting.

Aware of my power and not hesitating to use it.

I knew I was goading him, testing his control but I had the power to do it and I was not going to let him go unpunished too.

With a hoarse growl he gave up, unable to resist my fondling and aroused beyond his limit, he rose and stared at me, eyes narrowed, breathing heavily as he took in my unashamed nakedness.

Innocently enough, I raised myself on my elbows and gently reached out. I took his shaft reverentially in my hands, stroking the sides of the huge member, my eyes never leaving his face and the fierce expression of unbridled lust on his harsh features.

Standing by the side of the bed, naked, his strong body gleaming with sweat, he breathed heavily, like a runner who had been travelling for miles as he stood, looking down at me, the pale grey-blue eyes blazing with desire., burning into me.

I wanted to tease him till he gave in, uncontrollably.

And I knew he would punish me till I begged for release.

Slowly, one hand on my swollen belly, I raised myself on my knees before him, my large breasts thrust forward, moving enticingly. I was unashamed of my nakedness before the man who had made me aware of my passionate nature. The man whose children I had carried, the man who had gotten me with child again.

“Shall I suck you, my Master?’ I asked in a soft voice, teasingly, licking my lips tantalisingly, hearing the rumble in his chest as he watched me, eagerly, unable to take his eyes off me…

Getting down on my hands and knees, I crawled towards him as he stood, unmoving, almost without breathing, watching me. The look on his face was something I had never seen before, a look of wonder, of adoration. Slowly, I straightened myself, My large breasts swinging with the motion and his eyes dropped to them as he took a sharp, loud breath. Without taking my eyes off him, I touched myself where he had entered me so roughly and pleasured me so thoroughly, as he stood, his breath coming in loud gasps, watching as I played with my clit, rolling my hips slightly as I remembered the way he had touched me, ridden me, his long, thick member had laid claim to me over and over again…

The glazed look on his face, his parted lips and the harsh breaths he took as he watched me, the sheen of sweat on his powerfully muscular body as he stared unblinkingly, turned me on further.

It was all I wanted, knowing he was turned on like never before, helpless to conceal his arousal. His thick member was inches away from my gyrating body, dripping freely. Moaning, I moved forward, sticking out my tongue to catch the thin stream of precum, my fingers busy with my clit. I was being wanton, shameless as I tossed my hair, watching him all the while. In a hoarse voice, he growled,

“Woman, stop teasing me like this, for fu*ck’s sake.’

The pleading was my undoing. Finally, reaching forward, pushing my mane of long hair away from my face, I smiled at him enticingly.

I licked the tip of his wet member, thick and dangerous-looking as it was, dripping with precum. I licked it slowly, lovingly.

Unbidden, a shudder of desire rushed through me and I moaned in longing.

He gripped my head, tugging at my long hair making me aware of how he was keeping a tight lease on his emotions, resisting the urge to force his co*ck down my throat. I took him in my mouth, sucking, licking, paying attention to his heavy balls. He moved rhythmically, steadily increasing the tempo, holding my head study as he fuc*ed my mouth and watched as I sucked him eagerly.

With a sound like a man being tortured, he snarled,

‘Damn you woman, I’m going to breed the shit out of you if you keep on like this.’

I looked up at him, wordlessly offering myself to him.

Something in my face, my stance of submission at his feet must have made him understand how I longed for him to take me again and again.

With hands that shook as they tried not to be ungentle, he made me lie down.

Then once again, he lowered himself onto me, his hungry mouth swallowing my cry as he drove into me fiercely and I surrendered to his masterful taking of me.

All night long, intermittently, we had made love; passionate love, gentle love, discovering and rediscovering our bodies.

I must have climaxed almost a million times- well, yes, that’s an exaggeration- but the heightened desire we felt after the separation he had imposed on us made it feel like a new birth..

When I came awake in the early hours of the morning, it was to find his powerful warm body beside me, an arm draped across my breasts, stroking my nipples that ached from having been suckled so desperately, so urgently. Whimpering, I stirred, my legs shifting as I moved to face him, my body coming awake to its need again rolling over as he shifted to throw his leg possessively over mine.

He was awake and watching me languidly and chuckled softly as I reached down to feel his hardening manhood.

‘Woman, aren’t you satisfied yet, you greedy little thing, ‘ he growled,

In reply, I kissed his large hands and placed them on my belly. The feel of our child who had decided to kick me rather fiercely, made him sit up in astonishment. He stared at me in a mixture of wonder and reverence.

“Is that..?’ he whispered in a hoarse voice, eyes widening in amazement.

I giggled. He looked so shocked, it was comical.

Yes, I nodded. And winced as another sharp movement made me stiffen.

“Are you okay, little one?’ he asked, his voice rough with concern.