Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

Forgoing my original thought of belting her, I raise my hand. I want the feel of her body against my palm. I want to see the ripples of her ample curves. In a quick strike, I spank her left ass cheek.

She sucks in air and I deliver another then another. It takes half a dozen smacks until I get what I’m looking for.

A musical yelp escapes her when I move my target lower, hitting the sweet spot where her ass and thighs meet. If this were a punishment, I’d focus on this spot until I knew she’d feel it every time she sat down. But this is just a lesson, so I move my aim up higher.

Over and over again I smack her ass, not sparing a single inch of her beautiful creamy skin. Only once a dark pink blush covers her entire ass do I lessen the spanks.

She’s not even crying for me to stop. And when I smack her left thigh, the woman undoes me. She spreads her legs enough for me to see her pussy lips part. And damn if the girl isn’t fucking wet for me.

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“I want you, Jakub.”

“Are you sure you don’t want your man candy?” I ask, curling my fingers into her and letting my trimmed fingernails dig into her tender flesh. She hisses and raises her right foot into the air.

“No! I don’t.”

“Hmmm, you sure?” Five half-moon shaped marks mar her skin, and a sense of pride fills my chest. My mark, she’ll wear them for a few days.

“Jakub, prosic,” she begs me. Please.

Releasing her, I maneuver around her until I’m directly behind her bright red ass. Fuck, she’s gorgeous this way, well spanked and laid out waiting for me. Begging me.

With no fanfare I shove out of my pants and line the head of my cock with her pussy. So hot, so wet, I have to curl my toes to keep my resolve not to dive into her just yet.

“You want me?” I move forward, only allowing the very tip of my hard cock into her entrance. It’s not enough. Not for me, and sure as hell not for her.

“Yes, Jakub!” She reaches behind herself with one hand, trying to grab me no doubt. But she hasn’t finished learning her lesson yet.

“This?” I inch forward again, the fat head of my cock invades her, but I still before either of us have any sense of release. This lesson is killing me, but she has to learn. Teasing will never get her anywhere with me.

“Oh, my God! Please.” She tries to wiggle back at me, but she’s still dangling over the edge of the couch. Completely at my mercy, all she can do is accept what’s happening-or what’s not.

“Teasing isn’t so fun now, is it?” I ask, spreading her ass cheeks with both of my hands. Her tight asshole clenches. I’m going to fuck her there soon. Very soon. For now, back to the lesson.

“No. It’s not.” She has to put her hand back in front of her again to hold herself up on the cushion. “I’ll never tease again. I promise.”

“Hmm, you sure?” I inch forward a bit more and put the pad of my thumb over her asshole.

She groans, a hungry, frustrated sound.

“You made your point!” She pounds her fist into the cushion.

I laugh. “I’m not sure I have.”

She growls, lowering her head. Good girl, she’s learning.

But I’m not done with the lesson.

Wrapping her hair around my fist again, I yank her head back until she’s looking up at the reflection of us in the flat screen television.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes.” I tug on her hair when she tries to do just that. “You watch.”

Another groan.

Not willing to punish myself any longer, I plow forward in one quick thrust until my cock is completely buried in her pussy. The heat of her ass cheeks warms my thighs just before I pull back, almost escaping her tight sheath before I jerk forward again. The couch moves an inch with the force of my thrust, but I’m not done.

Again and again, I fuck her, tugging her hair and watching her in the TV, making sure her eyes never leave the screen. Her hands, I can make out, are fisted on the cushion.

Her cunt squeezes around me. She’s slippery and hot, making taking my time much harder.

“You want to come?”

“Yes!” She tries to nod, but I’m holding her hair too tight.

“Then you better beg. And make it pretty,” I order through gritted teeth.

I let go of her ass cheeks and slither between her body and the couch, finding the sweet swollen nub. One touch and her body stiffens beneath me.

She’s not going to last much longer. Which is good, because I currently have the patience of a virginal teenager.

“Please, Jakub. I’m sorry I teased you. I’ll never do it again. I promise.” She pulls her right leg up until her knee is resting on the couch back, making her pussy clench around me. Fuck, I’m never going to make it through this.

“More, Nicole,” I grind out, thrusting harder into her perfect body and pinching her clit.

“Jakub… I… can’t… I have to… please, let me come. Please!” She cries out the last bit and I can feel her orgasm barreling down on her; little tremors run through her pussy.

My balls pull tight; the burn building in my lower belly spreads to my back, trailing up my spine.

“Come, Nicole. Do it!” I yell, clawing at her scalp until my grip on her ponytail intensifies.

Another thrust and another flick and she’s unraveling beneath me. While she cries out my name, sucks in air, and bounces her ass toward me, my cock unleashes. Wave after wave hits me as my cum spurts into her tight little cunt.

Moments pass by as I chase after my breath. My lungs burn. It takes several blinks before my vision comes back clear.

Slowly, I let go of Nicole’s hair and help her ease her leg off the couch. My cock slips out of her, and my seed spills down her leg, droplets fall to the floor. If this was another girl, if this was just fucking, I’d make her lick up the mess she’s making.

But she’s not some other girl. And there’s more than just fucking here. She’s my wife.

I help her to her feet and spin her to face me. Cradling her face in my hands, I kiss her. The moment my lips touch hers, my chest clenches with the electricity shooting through it. It’s not enough to have her body, to possess her physical form. I want more.

I want it all.

When I break the kiss, she’s staring up at me with wide eyes and an innocent blush on her cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” she asks softly, when I remain silent.

“This isn’t temporary, Nicole.” I say to her with finality. “You’re never leaving me. This isn’t a fake marriage. This isn’t pretend. You’re mine. All of you is mine.”

She blinks, uncertainty crossing her features.

“I’m not letting you go,” I say into the thick tension growing between us. “Ever.”