F!FTY $HAD£$ ¤F $£X IN THE MAFIA'S B£DR¤¤M [Episode 1]
I have always guarded my th!ghs against men since I've found them to be lairs and $¢umbαgs. I even ventured into l£$b! aπ!$m but this very man was different.
I tr!£d resisting as he learned f¤rward but h!s aura dismembered my boundaries.
My ch££ks r£dd£π£d, π!ppl£s hardened and my f¤uπta!π ¤p£πed giving up the ju!c£ it h¤us£d as he planted a k!$$ ¤π my π£¢k.
" $t¤p! This I said in low t¤πe inoder not to sound ¢h£ap, but beneath the cold tone was a heart praying he sh¤uldπ't st¤p cause every at¤m in my body ¢rαved continuity.
" ¢h!ll bl¤πd!e, "I know your type" h£ said affirming h!s w¤rd w!th aπ¤ther k!$$.
I drifted towards h!m, thr¤w!πg my b¤dy !πt¤ his b!g ¢apable arms laced in viens and covered in mafian tattoos.
H£ pull£d me !π grαbb£d m£ by the π£¢k and asked "what's my name?
" Derrick I replied, my breath fa$t p@¢ed as my heart raced synonymous to a Lamborghini Gallardo.
" y¤u call my πam£ like it's casual,baby g!rl you'll $¢r£am my πam£ when I get !πs!d£ ¤f y¤u! He ¢laimed.
" liar! I muttered as men to me were nothing more than a walking contradiction.
" what did you say? He questioned, p!ππ!πg m£ t¤ th£ wall and rα!s!πg my l£ft l£g h!gh and plac!πg it ¤π h!$ r!ght sh¤ulder.
At this point ! was $¤ w£t, my pαπt!£s sagged. " what did you say? He asked once again.
I was in the process of giving a reply when my v¤¢al ¢h¤rds ceased by a strong sensation that sent what seemed to be electricity running through the totality of my being.
It was Derrick's f!πger !π m¥ pu$$ycat.
His fingers were strong, capable and seemed to know the exact location of G Spot was that he explored every π¤¤k and craππy of my pu$$¥cαt.
This time ! wasn't just w£t but a river was fl¤w!πg d¤wπ there and Derrick was just getting started. To be continued.
