Dirty Dom: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)

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voice cracks as she moans her words. I feel her tightening around me. She better fucking not. I gather her juices on my finger and move to her puckered hole.
    “Yes you can. And you will doll; you won’t disappoint me.” Her eyes flash from the mirror to mine. “Eyes back on the mirror.” Her eyes go back to the mirror. She’s so fucking good. I speed up and love how she has to hold in her scream, how her body fights for pleasure, but she’s denying it, waiting for me to allow it. I push my finger against her asshole and slam into her cunt. “Cum, Becca. Cum for me.” I slam in again and push my finger against her forbidden opening, waiting for her to cum. Waiting for it to relax so I can slip it in. I slam into her once, twice, three more times and then she does it. Her mouth hangs open in ecstasy as her body shudders and heats with waves of intense pleasure.
    My finger slips in and I press against the front wall and rub that sensitive bundle of nerves. She goes off like a fucking fire cracker. The most delightful noises I ever heard are ripped from her throat as pleasure rocks through her body. Sweat forms on my brow as I fight the need to cum. But I’m not blowing my load yet. I twist my finger and fuck in and out of her ass as she relaxes around me, aftershocks rocking through her limbs.
    I slowly pull out of her, both my finger and my dick. I’m so hard it hurts. I need to cum. Her eyes are closed and she’s slumped on the bed. Her cheeks and chest flushed. She so relaxed. I smile looking down on her. That’s a good thing, because she’s gonna need to be relaxed for me to fit my dick in this tight little hole.
    “Eyes on the mirror doll. I kiss the small of her back and gently press my dick at her tight rosebud. I give her a moment before really pushing into her. She knows what to say if she doesn’t want this. Her eyes spring open and her hands grip the sheets as she realizes what’s about to happen. Her entire body tenses. I pet her lower back. “Relax doll. Push back and relax.” She nervously bites her bottom lip and watches with a mix of nervousness and desire flashing in her eyes. More than anything excitement is written on her face.
    She’s so tight. I push my head a little deeper and try to sink in, but she’s so fucking tight. I know I must be the only one to have her like this. Pride makes my chest swell thinking I’ll be her first. I’m going to take her like this. “Your husband never fucked you like this did he?” I don’t need her to answer, but I still want to hear it. I want to hear I’m her first.
    Her back arches and twists and her body pulls away from me.
    I hadn’t even gotten the head in, but maybe I was rushing it. I pull her hips back and she resists me slightly. “You’re giving me this ass doll.” I pull her hips to mine and watch as she buries her face in the covers. It doesn’t seem right. Something’s off. I don’t like it. Fuck it; I’ll have to wait for her ass. That’s fine. I got in a finger today and I know she loved that shit. She just needs to work up to it. My fingers run along her pussy lips before dipping in. “Your greedy cunt wants more doll?” I fuck my fingers in and out of her swollen, sore pussy, making sure to hit that front wall and stroke her g-spot.
    I don’t get the reaction I expect. There’s no moan, her eyes aren’t on the mirror and she pulls away from me. I still and my chest tightens. Fuck, she’s hurt. What the fuck happened?
    I gently place my hands on her hips and try to pull her towards me lightly, but she doesn’t budge. My heart clenches and adrenaline pumps through my veins. Anxiety floods my system. She didn’t safe word. I know she didn’t. I would’ve heard her. “What’s wrong doll?” I keep my voice calm and even, but I’m freaking the fuck out. I don’t like to see women cry. Sure as fuck not because of me.
    “I hate you.” Her breathy words barely register as she lifts her head from the sheets. Her

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