Mafia Obsession

Looking across the dark room, I see her sitting up in bed. She shakes her head, her wild hair dancing around her shoulders. My manhood is rock hard. I’m not sure when it flooded with tension, but I know it’s not going to quit until I taste her, touch her, own her.

You’re not old. Don’t be silly.

I wonder why she wants to convince me of this. Maybe it’s because she feels the connection burning between us, too. She wants to ensure I’m not holding myself back because of the age gap. Or, more likely, she’s just being friendly… to the stranger on her floor.

You should get some sleep, I reply.

What about you?

I don’t mind staying up. I’ll listen out for any sign of the lowlife. If we’re lucky, he’ll visit again tonight.

That would be lucky?

Yes. I pause, looking over at her again, my heart drumming so hard as I think about standing up, walking to the bed, sliding my hand between her thick legs, and massaging her needy pussy. Because then I’d be able to put the bastard in his place. I’d show him what happens when you threaten an innocent woman.

A shiver moves through her. It’s too dark for me to make out her expression clearly, but I can see her eyes snap open widely. I can see her silhouette, drenched in lust, drenched in heat. Or maybe that’s me projecting.

It’s cold tonight, she replies. Or is that just me? Maybe it’s the fear, you know, making it cold?NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Oh, fuck. My balls surge with even more tension. Urgency drums into me. It’s like a primal voice is howling inside to claim her now.

It is cold, I type. But you shouldn’t tell me that, Scarlet. You’ll give this strange man dark ideas.

Another shiver moves through her curvy body. I wish I had my hand on her hip every time she did that. I’d be able to feel her lust coursing through her thick shape.

What sort of ideas?

I swallow, knowing I shouldn’t cross this line. There’s something else stopping me, too. I’m not experienced with women. Of course, I’ve been on dates before, but I’ve never hungered like this. I’ve never felt like, just by being close to a woman, I’m on the verge of snapping.

Climbing into bed with you, I type. Keeping you warm. Those sorts of ideas, Scarlet…

She makes a cute gasping noise. I stand slowly, the floorboards creaking, walking to the edge of the bed. She looks up at me with those wide, pretty eyes. It’s so easy to imagine those eyes getting wide as I lift her veil, slip the ring onto her finger, and lean in with a claiming kiss.

She types something on her phone. I look down when the text arrives. You want to get into bed with me?

I walk around the bed, standing close to her. Slowly, I nod up and down, keeping my gaze fixed on her the entire time. Kneeling, I smooth my hand over the sheets, finding her hand. The moment I touch her, I know that fighting this desire will always be absurd. Her warmth burns up my arm, chest, heart, and soul. I never usually think stuff like that-soul-but it’s true.

“Elio,” she whispers.

“You’re right,” I say, my voice so quiet. “You’re cold. You need me to warm you up.”

Nothing could stop me from doing this now. Leaning forward, I pull her toward me at the same time. She makes a gorgeous whimpering noise as I guide my lips toward hers, but she wants it, too. I can sense it. I can feel her passion. My woman wants it. Maybe not all of it-the future, the family- but right here, she’s ready.

A pulse of pleasure moves through me when our lips touch. I groan and push against her with more pressure, knowing I’ll never forget her reaction. It’s a moan of surprise that becomes a moan of pleasure. She opens her mouth. I find her tongue and taste her, groaning even deeper as I move my hand from her arm to her leg, squeezing, feeling her warmth through the thin fabric of her PJ pants.

“Oh,” she moans, breaking the kiss off.

I push her leg aside, panting, almost roaring. My cock aches so badly. I’m ready to erupt. I’m ready to tear off her clothes and drive my dick into her tight body. I’m leaking so much precome just thinking about it.

She reaches down and places her hand on my wrist, stopping me. “What’s wrong?” I growl.

“We have to be quiet,” she whispers.

“Then bite a goddamn pillow. I need to feel your tight pussy.”

A shiver moves through her. I was right. It’s hot as hell when I’m touching her. I can feel her lust talking to me, like her body is telling me how eager she is. I move my hand up her leg, squeezing onto her thigh, getting closer to her core.

I almost come in my pants when she actually grabs a pillow, clasping it to her chest like she’s getting ready to bite it. My seed pushes against my tip, trying to burst out. She’s so. Damn. Hot.

Finally, I push my hand against her sex, pressing firmly against her slit. I can feel her wetness, her heat. There’s no doubt she wants this now. Her keen body is fucking soaked for me.

When I grab her pants, meaning to pull them down, she moans and grabs my wrist again. I growl, tugging firmer, letting the beast take over for a second. But no, that’s not true. If I truly allowed the hunger in me to dominate completely, I’d tear off her pants, climb onto the bed, push deep and hard, and start fucking her like a madman right away.

She squeezes my wrist. “Elio,” she whispers. “Not, uh, under the pants…”

I bite down and almost snap at her. Then I check that instinct. That would make me a needy, pathetic crybaby. I’m not going to force my woman into giving herself to me. We’ve got plenty of time for that, though my shaft is throbbing with the hunger.

Leaning forward, I kiss her again. I’ll never tire of her taste or how she returns the pressure. She’s nervous and then passionate and then nervous again. When I push my hand against her sex, she gasps, ending the kiss. She grabs the pillow and gets ready to bite it again.

I rub her slowly at first. When she bites down on the pillow, I move faster, feeling her warmth, wetness, and need. She stares at me with those wide, shocked eyes. It’s like she’s never done this before. I can’t let myself think that, wonder about that. If she’s never touched another man…

I’d lose it. I’d strip her naked. I’d bend her over and spank her thick ass as she bounced up and down on me. Nothing could stop me from claiming her.

Her moans get louder, even with the pillow to block them. I’m pumping my arm now. I can feel her folds. The fabric is so thin. I can feel the shape of them, engorged like they’re filled with lust.

Faster, with more hunger, I rub my woman until she starts shaking like a soda bottle about to burst. All the lust is going to erupt out of her. More precome leaks out of me, making my underwear slick with it. She’s moaning urgently into the pillow, rocking back and forth, her legs bucking. It’s like she’s never felt pleasure like this before.

I feel her get even wetter when the orgasm releases. She squeezes her legs around my hand, my eager woman, like she wants to trap me there. Finally, she lets the pillow drop, breathing rapidly as if she’s just emerged from the water and was drowning in her lust.

Kissing her again, I move to a sitting position on the bed. Then I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my lap. She moans as I drive my manhood against her ass. She’s so damn thick that it’s making me feral. She moans, sliding her hands up my arms and pressing down on my shoulders.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispers. “Believe it,” I groan. “Now-”

Get on your knees. Show me those perfect tits. Get ready to take my seed.

Before I can say anything, there’s a banging noise from next door. Scarlet springs up from my lap. “Mom?” She leaves the room quickly.

I follow her. Scarlet runs into the room to the bed. Then she turns to me with tears in her eyes.