My mobster boyfriend
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Introduction
"Wow, that made it so easy!"
"Help!" I screamed for help.
The door was suddenly slammed to the floor, and a tall strong man bigger than Denver entered the room, my vision was blurred by tears, but I saw my saviour's blond hair and the suit he was wearing I saw one of his arms facing Denver and aiming a gun at his head.
I feel rough hands touch my skin, I hear a sigh laden with desire and soon, my intimacy is covered with the dress being pulled down.
"My beautiful."
Kevin Miller is Switzerland’s most famous billionaire and one of the leading mobsters. His name radiates great power. Alisson Cooper was sweet, a virgin who shared a house with a gentle lady.
Kevin Miller doesn't believe in innocence—until he sees Alisson Cooper serving drinks at his son's party, and everything he thought he knew about desire changes in an instant.
Since then, Kevin has done everything to have this sweet virgin in his hands, but she was not aware of her influence and danger.
What happens to Kevin and Alisson after she surrenders completely to the billionaire and finds out he’s a mobster?
Chapter 1
POV ALISSON COOPER
I woke up from yet another vivid dream, one that ignited my senses and transported me to a world of desire.
In the depths of my imagination, I found myself entangled with an irresistibly attractive man. His hunger grew as he firmly grasped my wrists, pinning them against the small of my back. With his free hand, he sensually squeezed and caressed my buttocks while planting kisses and gentle bites along the sensitive curve of my neck—a tantalizing dance that sent waves of pleasure pulsating between my thighs.
"I've fantasized endlessly about your taste," he moaned seductively into his ear.
"Me too..." I whispered breathlessly against his lips.
Without hesitation, he released his grip on me and effortlessly lifted me off the ground—his strong fists supporting every curve beneath my buttocks. The ease with which he carried me revealed both longing and anticipation in equal measure. Placing me gently onto a nearby desk, our bodies molded together as we pressed through whatever scant clothing remained between us. Every muscle rippled down his spine as I savored him eagerly with mouthwatering delight until suddenly; unexpectedly...he seized hold of hair at its roots yanking it backward forcefully—an electric shock coursed through his body causing eyes to roll back involuntarily—as wet warmth enveloped eager breasts hungrily seeking attention.
"Yes...don't stop," escaped from parted lips laden heavily upon stiffened nipples straining insistently underneath the thin fabric.
"God... I need to be inside you." He growled huskily tracing fingers teasingly down the middle inner thigh...
Wow. I can't assimilate, I can't even explore the hard-on I'm feeling. He wants me, he wants me so much. He used immense strength and will to lift my clothes, leaving my round breasts showing. His hands are very fast, making me sigh with pleasure.
One part of my body wants to feel him sucking my breasts, and the other desperately wants him to stick his cock inside me.
The room was dark, and the only light that barely illuminated us was from the moon, which was centered on the balcony doors. The clock, on the table, glowed its night color at three in the morning.
"Someone might hear us..." I commented worriedly.
"You're the only ones who live upstairs, the rest are meters underground, tucked in the basement..." he explained, kissing my neck.
"But..."
His thirsty sighs in my ear, detonating all the walls I had put between the two of us.
"Do you want me inside you?" His voice is hoarse, and it reveals how excited he is.
"Please..." I beg in total surrender.
I entwine my tongue with his, while his hand takes charge of pleasuring me.
"Tell me beautiful... tell me what you want?" With force, he inserts a finger, making me feel suffocating energy.
"You, please..." I gasp, begging for more.
"I can make you cum so hard, you'll beg me to stop..." he increases the speed with which he slides into my spot, and soon he has me on the bed, making me grab the sheets and turn my eyes away.
I felt his member suffocate inside my panties, every time he sucked my lips, letting his body weigh on mine.
He gets me to cover my lips, as he starts to run his thick cock over my moist entrance, playing a slippery slide into my entrance.
"What were you talking about?" He asks, watching me muffle my moans. "I'm not listening to you!"
In a huff, he holds his cock in his hand, pressing the head to the entrance of my vagina.
"Ask for it!" He ordered, putting the head of his member in and out. "Say how much you need me!"
I want him, as I do.
"I need it."
"OK..." he covers my mouth, and with force, thrusts through my slit, drawing a yummy, muffled cry from my lips.
It's so hot, the deeper he goes, the more my intimacy contracts and my eyes squeeze shut, suppressing my cries.
"Fuck..." his breathing gets heavy, until his hand wraps around my neck, not too hard, but just enough to make everything more exciting.
I knew he had a wild and experienced side! His cock fit perfectly inside me, I could feel it touch and poke my entire g-spot, making my orgasm just a mere toy.
"Moan, moan, perfect for me!" He asks breathlessly, thrusting harder.
Deep, deeper, and deeper, deep.
"More... please more!" I moan.
His hands grab my wrists and bring them up above my head. Peter increases his thrusts, and the bed even moves, at the intensity, he drives his cock into me.
My intimacy clenches all over, desperate to release its hot liquid onto his member.
"Come, Alisson!" He orders, going deeper.
My legs trembled, releasing all my orgasm, with him still inside me. At the same time that I gushed onto his cock, he continued to penetrate me deep and hard, until without strength, I detached myself from the sheets, scratching his back.
His sex grows and slabs, making everything tighter, showing that he was also going to cum, that he could no longer stand it. Only before the climax, before his liquid gets involved with mine, he takes his sex out of my intimacy, starting, back and forth movements on top of me. His head falls back slightly, showing his lips ajar, which gasped and moaned, reaching the end of his agony. That's when, from inside that majestic thickness and redness, he cums on my belly, leaning on the mattress next to me.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh..."
Yet abruptly a strange sound intruded upon the dreamy haze dislodging erotic reverie that held sway over consciousness:
"No—not now—I want to stay..."
The shrill alarm clock shattered the illusion—knocks upon the door resounded urgently rousing me from the desperate grasp of slumber. I leaped to my feet in disarray, hair cascading across my face as sunlight bathed my features...
"You're going to be late again!" Ms. Bonnie's voice pierced through the haze.
"I'm awake!" My shout intended to halt her insistent knocking.
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