Maid for the Mafia
Please...

**ROMANY**

"Please?" I asked, biting my lower lip when I felt his dick twitch beneath my sex.

"I can't," he admitted, his body pulsing beneath me.

Disappointment filled me. *What if he has a girlfriend? What is that's why?* "You can't," I repeated softly, frowning. "Do you have a girlfriend? Is that what it is?" I asked, somewhat afraid of hearing his answer.

Smirking at me, his eyes lit with amusement. "No," he chuckled. "And even if I did, I still wouldn't be able to resist you."

"You're resisting me *now*!" I pointed out, grinding down against his shaft to punish him.

"Fuck! Barely," Tiny hissed, his dark chocolate eyes zeroing in on my mouth. "I want to kiss you *so* bad, but you *know* we should wait for Mickey," he said in a low, guttural voice.

I smiled, the delicious feeling of power coming over me as I watched him struggle. Dipping forward, I traced my lips over his jawline to his ear, hearing him groan deep within his chest as I nipped at his earlobe with my teeth. Yet still, he didn't touch me, *damn him*.

His breathing was labored, his chest rising and falling heavily as I straightened my body on his lap. Leaning back just enough to take him in, I slid my hands toward the opening of his shirt and peeled both sides apart as slowly as possible, happy the limo still wasn't moving. Although he shook his head in protest, he made no move to stop me, so I continued. A moan escaped my lips as I revealed his powerfully cut chest and fluctuating abdominal muscles.

*God he's beautiful.*

*Dragons. They're everywhere.* They wound about his torso like wisps of smoke. Covering almost every single inch of his flesh. Mouths full of sharp teeth and jagged, expertly drawn wings, draped across his pectorals and shoulders in vibrant color.

"How many are there?" I whispered, dragging my nails over them so that he shuddered beneath me.

"Twenty-one," he stated, licking his lips as his eyes glazed over. "One for every time I completed an important... job."

My eyes wandered downward, to where his waistline boasted the creeping of teeth and claws of a dragon that's tail had to be inked much lower than his abs. *Oh my God.* "Is there one on your-"

"Yes," he answered, "Fuck." His hips rocked upward against my sex and his muscles rippled with tension.

I suddenly wanted to taste him more than anything in the world.

Sliding back off his knees, I watched as his eyes went dim with disappointment. *He wanted me to give him no choice. He needed me too. Now he thinks I've given up.*

When I knelt in front of him and placed my hands on his legs, his bulge spike with anticipation like it knew what I was after. The hardness in him - in his legs and behind his zipper - seemed to fill the space with throbbing energy. Stroking my hands over the grooves of his thighs then over the front of his pants, I whimpered. The steel of his shaft was thick and pulsing with need. *He's huge. I might not be able to get my mouth around all that.*

"Babygirl," he groaned. "What are you doing?"

*Babygirl? I kind of like that.*

My answer was to push his knees apart and reach for his belt. Unbuckling him swiftly, I drew down his zipper and he hissed as I released the pressure of his dick being trapped against his pants. Locking my eyes with his, I gripped the waistband of his pants and boxers and yanked them down as he lifted his lips to assist me.

His dick bounced free, beautiful and swollen, the veins etched prominently across it dressed in the ink of a dragon's tail. "Oh God," I whimpered.

*I want that inside of me.* My core was pulsing with liquid fire just looking at it. *I need this. I need him!*

Almost as if possessed, I leapt forward, wrapping my hands around him and moaning at the feel of his silken skin beneath my grip. He groaned, his hips bucking upward at my touch. My tongue darted out and I swirled it around him, wetting him from base to tip as he trembled against the seats.

"God," he moaned. "You're killing me, baby."

Precum glistened at the head of his pleasure and as I drew him into my mouth, I stroked his base rhythmically. My hands tightened on him as I guided the head of his chock behind my lips. He had a tremendous girth and I was forced to stretch my mouth wider than ever before as I began to swallow him whole.

"Oh... fuck..." he moaned out, trembling beneath me as I found my rhythm as pushed him through the barrier of my throat. "Jesus!" he shouted, finally losing some of his control and snatching the back of my head viciously. "Holy fuck!" The feel of his fingers buried in my hair egged me on and I began to suck and stroke him more greedily, moaning as the pulse between my legs began to climb to perilous heights. I shifted against him, rising up off my knees to take him as deeply as I could manage.

"Shit!" he cursed, groaning as he pressed his head back into the seat and his dick convulsed inside my mouth. "Fuck!" he shouted, jamming his cock so roughly into my throat that I nearly blacked out. He held my head against him, keeping me frozen in place as he exploded against my tongue. The hot liquid of his seed was pumping into my throat as he writhed beneath me. "Fuck," he whispered quietly, as I swallowed the last of his cum and sat back to catch my breath. He was staring at me in amazement, his eyes falling over me with something like irrepressible hunger. Glancing down at his shaft, I gasped. He was still hard and it seemed, pulsing with new life.

My head jerked upward in shock as he appeared to come to a decision and reached down to yank me back up on his lap. Chest heaving, he had me straddle him once more before he ever so slowly dragged the sleeves of my dress downward, exposing the heave of my naked breasts. His eyes flared with heat upon sight of them and my nipples pebbled instantly.

"Mmm," he hummed, with a lick of his lips. "Fucken beautiful," he said.

My breath caught as he dipped down and took one into his mouth, sucking languorously, and murmuring his approval. "Tiny," I whimpered, my core throbbing against the steel rod beneath me. "Please..."

Releasing one breast to taste the other, he pushed his large hands underneath my dress to clasp the back of my ass viciously. My body shuddered against him, my heat dripping over his shaft through the fabric of my underwear. As he groped and pinched the flesh between his fingers he raised his mouth from my chest to nibble my throat instead, setting off a blaze of yearning between my thighs.

And even though the limo had started moving, he groaned into my neck, "Fuck babygirl." Then, firing my throat with brutal kisses, he said, "Ride my dragon."