Her Ruthless Owner Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors: Marian Tee Advertisement1

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Yes, yes, yes.

My body arches involuntarily, and just as the soft back of my thighs hits his denim-clad legs, he suddenly slaps one of the bare cheeks of my bottom—-

"Cesare!"

He gives my bottom another slap, and I end up writhing anew as my flesh starts to burn in the most unbearably delicious way. It hurts so, so good, that by the time he starts slapping the other cheek of my ass, I'm close to feeling delirious, and I barely notice the way one of his hands has curved around my waist...just as his other hand guides the bulbous head of his cock to the quivering entrance of my core.

"Fuck, tesoro," Cesare groans. "You're so fucking wet."

I feel him slowly pushing his cock inside of me as he speaks, and all I can do is moan because he's barely an inch inside, and it already feels like he's about to tear me apart.

"You're too big," I choke out.

"I know..."

It's that beautiful, annoying voice of his again. The one that simultaneously taunts and seduces , and just like before, it makes me want to say 'fuck off'...and 'fuck me', also at the same time.

"If I try pushing another inch more..."

My gasp comes out all strangled this time, with the way that added inch of his cock already has my pussy stretching more widely open that it's ever been. Two inches, just two inches in, and—-

AAAAAAH!

Cesare suddenly thrusts all the way inside of me, and it hurts so, so good, that I feel like I'm about to spontaneously combust even as tears painfully sting my eyes.

"I'm sorry, tesoro..." His words are a whispered balm for the excruciating fullness that's pulsing violently inside of my pussy. "But this is not the last time my cock will feel too fucking big for your cunt."

He says the words so gently, and his touch is just as gentle as he gathers my hair in one hand in order to softly kiss the bare curve of my shoulder. Everything he does is so, so gentle, really, that it takes me an extra second to understand what he's just said.

Wait a minute.

Is he saying his cock will always feel like this massive beast bulldozing its way into my—-

"C-C-Cesare!"

My stunned cry only melts into the devilish sound of his laugh, and all I can do after that is sob and claw on the sheets helplessly as Cesare pounds into me hard and fast—-

Aaaaah

He's fucking me roughly and relentlessly like the ruthless mafia boss I fear, want, and need him to be—-

"P-please..."

I'm not sure if I'm begging him to be more rough or gentle, but when he grips my hair to pull my head back and turn my mouth to his kiss—-

Rough, I realize dizzily.

I definitely, absolutely, and totally need him to be this wonderfully rough, with his tongue once again diving so deep into my throat that I nearly stop breathing—-

I love you, I love you, I love you.

I know it's silly to want to cry the words out when his mouth finally leaves mine...and I taste the tiniest bit of blood as he bites my lip.

But that's just how it is.

The way his hands are forcefully pressing my hips down on the bed as his massive length plunges in and out of my swollen and exquisitely battered cunt—-

The way his thumbs are digging deep into the soft flesh of my ass when the head of his cock has finally reached all the way to my womb—-

All of these things just make me want to cry the words out—-

I love you, I love you, I love you.

And when his big, muscular body suddenly jerks behind me, and he groans my name out as I finally experience what it means to have my mafia boss's cock fill my pussy with his cum—-

I love you.

The words play endlessly in my heart as his orgasm triggers my own, and I can only sob as the thick, creamy essence of my release pours out of my body and coagulates with his own seed before trickling down my thighs.

I love you.

We make love several times more after that, and when my stomach starts growling again, we end up enjoying a midnight meal in his balcony, and with Cesare feeding me Chinese takeout while I'm still naked in his lap.

I can barely keep my eyes open by the time he carries me back to his bedroom, and I'm vaguely aware of Cesare quietly telling me that he'll set up a meeting with Pilar Sorrento first thing tomorrow morning.

'I don't want another day to pass without making you my wife.'

I wish I have the strength to ask him if what I'm hearing is true... since I know Cesare calling me his wife is another way of him saying he loves me back.

But because sleep is ever so traitorous, his words are left unanswered, and I find myself dreaming...again.


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