Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Then a wry smirk makes my heart flip. “You didn’t think I’d stop at one, did you?”

He gathers me in his arms, almost crushing me with the force of his embrace. “I’ll be good to you, Maya.” His palm instinctively smooths over my womb as he plants a kiss on my head. “You’re my wife, now. You’re the most important person in my life.”

Just believe him.

I do believe him.

JOHNNY

My wife walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my white t-shirts, which barely covers her pussy. Her nipples are like dark circles on the semitransparent fabric, and my dick gets hard as if I didn’t fuck the shit out of her last night and this morning. She yawns and I watch the t-shirt ride up her ass as she leans over the kitchen counter.

That’s one place I haven’t fucked her.

I stand up, hard-on blazing against my slacks as I approach her from behind. She doesn’t hear me coming and jumps a little when my arm curls around her waist. She leans into my embrace, her curves soft against my body. Maya turns around, smirking as I hook a finger in her dangling neckline and sneak a peek of her tits. Not that I can’t see them already.

She looks down and sees my hard-on. “Again?”

I slide my hands up the backs of her thighs and I squeeze her ass. “If you’re going to parade yourself like this in front of me, you better get used to it.”

Her tongue wets her lips and my mouth waters at the thought of having those beautiful lips wrapped around me. She reaches out and grabs my cock, curling her fingers around it. I feel it jump in her fingers.

Then my hands sweep around her waist, just under the hem of the t-shirt. I cup her mound and reach back with a finger, finding her nice and wet. I plunge inside her, and her eyes become round as she lets out a small gasp. Jesus Christ, she’s wet. So fucking wet.

“Please, Johnny.”

I remember the first time I fucked her-how easily she manipulated me by throwing her tits in my face. I reach around her back and tighten her shirt, admiring how it wraps around her. I bend my head and sink my teeth into her curves. I grab the little nipple with my teeth and bite, and then I play with my lips.

“You signed over your pussy to me.”

We married a week ago in a church. I saw the love in her eyes when we kissed on that altar, and I see it every time she looks at me. I feed off of it-need it just as badly as I need her body.

A small chuckle escapes her lips even as I’m thrusting in that wet cunt. Her cheeks burn red as I stop. I want to laugh when the color drains from her face. I gather her thick hair in my hand into a ponytail and I yank her head backward.

“You’ve got something to say?”

“No.”

“You laughed. You think being my wife is a joke?”

“No,” she says in a tremulous voice, still smiling.

All right, then.

I lead her to the kitchen table and push her back so that she bends over. Then I flip the t-shirt over her skin, exposing her beautiful ass. Keeping a firm grip on her hair, I use my other hand to smack her. Her muscles jump as I lay my hand down on her and a slight red tinge blossoms on her cheeks. The sound cracks across the kitchen as I do it again. The red color deepens, rising to her skin as my palm cracks over her again. With my thumb, I spread her cheeks apart and look at her glistening pussy.

For the love of God, take your pants off and sink your cock into that.

Fuck.

I pull on her ponytail slightly so that she arches her back and looks at me with a pained expression. My hand soothes the burn, and then she makes a moan that seems to stroke my cock. I shove my slacks down and my boner stands to attention. Then I sink into her streaming pussy and her walls swallow me, letting me into her deep heat. God, it’s fucking amazing. A long sigh shudders from my lips as I anchor myself, keeping my hand on her hip. Her tits kiss the kitchen table as I nail her from behind, and I relish the sight, reaching forward to grab a handful. Then my hands glide down her arms and I drag them behind her back, holding her wrists with one hand. I use her wrists to yank her back as I thrust my hips hard enough to make her body lurch forward, then wrench back. It’s not long before her screams echo all over my apartment.

“Spread your legs. Wider.”

I slap her ass again and she adjusts her feet. I want to feel my balls flush against her body. My cock throbs, aching for a release, and I slam my hips into her with a loud, wet slap. She moans with a guttural sound as I hammer her cunt, yanking back on her wrists. So fucking close.

Then I let go of her hands and lean over her body, snaking my arm underneath her tits as I grab her shoulder and bury myself deep. I hold it there and a moan rips from my throat as energy runs through my groin like electricity. I pinch her clit and thrust a few more times as her pussy milks me dry. Then I feel her orgasm gripping my cock, and utter another sharp groan. I pull out of her and slide the t-shirt back down, the aftershocks still rippling down my legs.

My chest tightens when she wraps her arms around my waist and kisses me, still slightly out of breath.

Then I lower my mouth to her ear. “Get dressed, baby. I’ve a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

Keep the wife happy while I’m working… Check.

I park my car, rolling up against the side of the curb in the busy street. Maya gives me a curious look as I shut the engine off.

“What is it?”

I say nothing, opening the door and watching her face as she gets out. She looks around, confused, and I take her hand.

“Where is it?”

The excitement in her voice makes me smile. “I’m taking you to it.”

I bought it as a sort of apology for not being able to go on a honeymoon right after the wedding. With everything going on, it would’ve been impossible. I lead her down the sidewalk until I find Sue’s Hair Salon written in fading lettering on the glass, and then I open the door. There’s a row of sinks and mirrors, a receptionist desk, everything she’d need for her own business.

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“It’s yours, Maya.”

She wheels around, her face suddenly red as she stares at me. “What?”

My laugh echoes in the room. “This place is yours.”

“Oh my God!” She claps her hands over her mouth and screams. Then she tackles my waist and squeezes my middle.

Happiness swells inside me to see her so ecstatic. I hold her to my chest and press my lips to her head. “It’s my wedding gift to you.”

In tears, she gazes up at me, shaking her head. “It’s too much.”

“Everything that’s mine is yours. I want you to have everything you want.”

I just can’t get over how beautiful she is-how she always looks so amazing. Her hair sits on her shoulders, featherlight. Her lips flush with color as she bites them, trying to keep herself from crying.

“I love you.”