Conquered by the Mafia Boss

My back hits his chest as he spreads his palm over my stomach and yanks me. “Now I want you to grab ahold of that railing. Don’t let go no matter what.”

Trembling with excitement, I bend over and grasp the railing as his hands move up my thighs. Cool air hits my skin as he folds the skirt over my back. He grabs the raw flesh where I got inked and thumbs his name. I choke out a yell as a stinging blow lands on my ass. He fingers gouge my flesh, taking a handful of me as he lets out a throaty growl.

“You knew when I saw the tattoo I’d go fucking crazy.”

With his other hand he rips my shirt down, the straps falling from my arms as he exposes my tits to the entire casino. He pulls the fabric so that it rests underneath and makes them bulge.

Then he slaps my inner thigh and I spread my legs, wondering how the fuck he convinced me to do this. It’s really only fifteen or twenty feet from the group. Close enough to see the gleam of the dealer’s earrings.

“Jack, they’re going to hear us!”

“Then you better keep quiet.”

SLAP!

Another swift blow lands on my ass, stinging the raw tattoo. I bite my lip as the burn spreads to my other cheek. My arms tremble as he spanks me, the sound cracking through the air. It’s so loud that I think I see a few of the guests turning around for the source of the sound, and then his hand rips across my tattoo and a painful moan shakes from my mouth.

His hardness digs into my ass as he leans into me, wrapping his arms around my legs greedily. A line of pleasure runs down my spine to the hot glow in my pussy.

“You feel how goddamn hard I am?”

“Yeah.”

I want to feel that thickness-want to wrap my fingers around him and own that part of him, but I know my orders.

Don’t let go no matter what.

My nipples harden into studs as his body slides up behind me. He moves his leg between mine and his muscles flex, pushing them farther apart. Blood churns under the very surface of my skin. I’m completely exposed, tits hanging out of my shirt for everyone to see.

His pants drop and then I feel the heat of his cock flat against my ass. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned-on in my life. Seeing my name right there-Jesus Christ, I can’t-”

His growl reverberates through my body as he grabs a handful of me and squeezes.

“Jack, please. Let’s get this over with.”

“Get this over with?” he explodes. “Excuse me?”

Oh shit.

“You think I’m just here to get my dick wet, don’t you?”

“No-”

“I’m more than just a load in your cunt. I’m your fucking husband.”

The brand with his name explodes with pain again, and I cry out. I swear to God, I see some of the heads lifts below us.

“I-I know that. Please-”

“Then shut up and don’t rush me. I’ll take my sweet time claiming you. It’s my right.”

I start to protest, and then he slips his thick cock in between my aching lips. It slides forward and his throbbing head pokes out between my legs. Jesus Christ. Below us a throng of people scream with excitement at the craps table and the noise sends a thrill through me.

He reaches around my hips and grabs himself, making sure he rides my pussy hard. Hot air blows over my neck, and then his teeth sink into my flesh briefly. “Just for that I’m going to take it slow. I’m going to make you scream for my cum.”

Laughter shakes out of me. There’s no way I’m screaming for anything when the casino is this quiet.

Then he pulls back his cock and massages his hand over my mound, dipping a finger inside my wetness. The shock runs through me as Jack’s heavy breathing billows over my ear. He spreads me open with two fingers and my walls contract hard. The juice slides around his hand as he fucks me even though his cock is right there. It’s right there!

“Please, Jack.”

His chuckles cascade over my ears. “That’s not nearly enough, sweetheart. You know what I want.”

He wants the casino to echo with my screams. He wants security dashing up the staircase. He wants to feel like I can’t live without him. I know I can’t.

God. His fingers crash against a bed of nerves that shoot straight to my heart, making it fly. Again. And again.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m going to come.”

He slides out of me immediately, his tongue drawing a circle on my neck. “Good girl.”

Both hands seize my tits, groping me in front of the entire casino as his laughter muffles in my hair. “You know you’re not supposed to come without my permission.”

My pussy tingles as he grabs my nipple and digs his fingernail into me. “Tell me you’re fucking mine.”

“I’m yours, Jack.”

I’ve never been more aware of that than at this moment, half-naked, getting fingered above a casino.

My gasp hits the air as he slaps my tit.

“Not good enough.”

He keeps sliding his dick along my clit, and it’s like liquid heat rubbing against me, scratching an itch. I need the whole fucking length of him, throbbing inside me, like I need air.

“Give me your fucking cum!”

He bursts with laughter as my voice rings out clearly. There’s no mistaking it. Several patrons turn their heads at the sound as Jack shakes behind me. I’m about to scream again, but he moves his cock ever so slightly. It rests right at my opening. His cock nudges me with an involuntary twitch and I let out a moan.

Then he spears into me, his thick cock filling me completely. He jerks my hips back and my moan rips through the air. His hand curls around my hair and pulls my head back, and then he brings his fingers to my face, still wet with my juice. I open my mouth as he slides them between my lips, and then I’m free to make all the noise I want against his palm.

“You little slut. You live for my cum, don’t you?” His voice sounds strange, almost strangled.

I scream into his hand, the sound muffled as quick thrusts make me buckle against the railing.