Plain Jane and the Mafia Beast

by Sam Crescent

  “Rachel told me to wear something nice. Something that would show off my boobs.”

  “Do you do everything you’re told?”

  “Not always.”

  Teasing a finger over the dress, he stroked her nipple, moving between the valley and showing her other nipple equal attention. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more, couldn’t get enough of her. Releasing her hands, he spun her around so that her back was facing him and her front was pressed against the door.

  Within seconds, he had her zipper down and her dress at her waist. Holding onto her hips, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  Pushing his cock against her ass, he tugged her hair over one shoulder, biting her neck right over her pulse. “I know, and it turns me on to know that my cock is going to be the first one inside your tight cunt, baby. You want it, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  She spoke the word so softly that he nearly didn’t hear it.

  He shoved the dress past her generous hips and watched it spill to the floor at her feet. Running his hands down over her ass, he groaned at seeing the thong that she wore. “Now this is sexy.”

  He spread the cheeks of her ass and watched the piece of fabric that lay against her anus. Moving his hands down between her thighs, he cupped her pussy. She moaned as he felt the wetness of her thong. Sliding a finger beneath the fabric, he teased between her slit, touching her clit then down near her entrance. With his other hand, he flicked the catch of her bra and helped her to remove it.

  “I won’t go easy on you tonight, Arika. I want to fuck and do it hard. I don’t want to be gentle. I’ll make it good for you though, I promise.”

  Removing his fingers, he spun her around and stared into her brown eyes. She didn’t look worried or nervous.

  He saw the excitement in her gaze. She wanted this as much as he did, maybe even a little more.

  As he stared at her, he removed his jacket, letting it fall to the floor, followed by his shirt. Kicking off his shoes, he shoved his pants down to the floor until he was standing before her naked.

  His cock was rock-hard, the tip leaking copious amounts of pre-cum which he rubbed into his length, showing her what she could have.

  “You want this, baby?” he asked.

  She nodded, and he took her hand, wrapping it around his dick.

  “While you’re here, you’re going to use words and you get to have everything your heart desires.” He gripped her ass. “Because I intend to have you every single way I’ve been imagining for fucking weeks now.” He slapped her ass, making her yelp. The sound echoed around the room.

  “Please,” she said, touching him.

  He grabbed the straps of her thong and tugged, snapping it from her body. Tossing it on the floor, he shoved her hand away and lifted her up in his arms with ease. Carrying her through to his bedroom, he dropped her on the bed.

  This room was built for sex. He’d made it that way.

  Every single wall possessed a mirror. When he fucked, he liked to see everything. Seeing a woman come apart was a favorite pastime of his. But he also got off on some seriously kinky shit as well. Forcing a woman to see her true need. Some of the women he’d bedded hadn’t been able to watch themselves. By the time he’d been through with them, they didn’t have a choice.

  “On your knees. Up here. Look at me.” He had her staring into his eyes.

  She didn’t back down, her hands resting on his chest, running up to grab his shoulders.

  Cupping her face, he tilted her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers. The instant their lips touched, she gasped, and he took full advantage, plunging his tongue inside.

  She wasn’t used to having a man touch or kiss her.

  He didn’t mind her inexperience though. He fucking loved it, knowing no other man had touched her, had wanted her. They didn’t know what they were missing. The passion brimming beneath the surface was right there. All a guy had to do was look hard enough to find it. He’d spotted it that night in the diner.

  Now he had her in his arms, for one night.

  It could only be one night as well.

  He wouldn’t risk her life, not for more.

  She cupped his face before sliding her hands into his hair, holding him tightly as he continued to ravish her mouth.

  By the time he broke the kiss, her lips were red, swollen, and well-kissed. Moving his hands down her body, he cupped her tits. They were as good as he imagined they would be, huge tits with nice, tight red nipples, begging to be sucked. He took one into his mouth, and he stroked his thumb across the hardened bud of the other.

  She pressed her thighs together, and he knew in that moment that her tits were sensitive. He moved to her other nipple, giving her the same kind of attention. He could gladly spend all night sucking on those beauties, but his dick was getting harder and he wanted her to be ready.

  He had no intention of being soft on her, so her pussy was going to have to be slick and ready for his dick.

  “Lie back.”

  Vincenzo liked ordering her around. She lay back against his sheets, her brown hair fanning out against his pillow, looking so innocent, beautiful, and pure.

  He had no right to fuck her. To make her his. He didn’t intend to keep her or have her in his life. This was going to be the one and only night they were together. But he couldn’t resist.

  Kneeling between her spread thighs, he kissed her lips, working his way down her body. She wriggled beneath him, arching up, moaning as he glided down, going to her pussy. She had a fine dusting of hair, but he didn’t mind. He hated it when women were completely bare. Spreading the lips of her pussy open, he stared at her swollen clit.

  Licking his lips, he wanted a taste.

  She would be all his.

  ****

  The first swipe of Vincenzo’s tongue and Arika was in heaven. At first, she tensed up because she didn’t know what was coming, and then she moaned. His tongue moved up and down, around her clit, then over it. The pleasure took her higher and higher, making her ache for more.

  She felt that building heat and need coiling its way inside her, making her want to come.

  “That’s right, baby, come all over my face.”

  Whatever he was doing, she couldn’t deny him. That feeling kept on building until there was nothing left, and she cried out his name, coming as he stroked her over and over. She came hard, and Vincenzo kept on licking her pussy, driving her wild with need.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she said, begging for more.

  He brought her down over her peak and her body tingled all over. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She felt … sated. Like she’d been waiting a long time and finally knew what to expect.

  “That felt amazing.”

  “Good.” He moved between her thighs. He rested on one hand, and the other teased between her thighs, stroking her pussy. “You’re nice and wet for me. I’m so sorry, Arika. This is going to hurt.”

  Before she could think or do anything, his cock was at her entrance and he slammed in deep, taking her by surprise with the force of it. She cried out, arching up as he tore through her virginity, laying claim to that part of herself she couldn’t give to anyone else. His hands went to her hips, seating himself to the hilt.

  She stared up at him, tears flooding her eyes.

  Pain was between her thighs as he held himself still.

  He’d warned her, and she knew.

  “I am sorry.”

  He pressed a kiss to her lips.

  She didn’t push him away. Reaching out, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in close, kissing him hard.

  Vincenzo didn’t give her long to recover from that first initial thrust. He pulled out of her and started to rock back and forth. She felt every single inch of him as he took her, going in deeper, harder.

  When he started to fuck her and the bed slammed against the wall with each repeated thrust, she realized he
had been going easier on her, trying to let her get accustomed to the length of his cock along with the width.

  He tilted her hips, and each thrust she felt inside her like a red-hot brand. The pain lessened to be replaced by that burning heat she had just moments ago.

  “You feel so fucking tight. I knew you’d be perfect. My pretty little virgin.”

  “I’m not anymore.”

  “You’re all mine, Arika, and don’t you forget it.” He pulled back, lifting her so that her ass was on his thighs. The angle showed his cock filling her, fucking her. The red on his cock was that of her virgin blood, surprising her. He was also slick with her own arousal as well.

  She was turned on by his brand of ownership as he held her down and took what he wanted.

  “Watch me as I take you. Make you mine.”

  Arika stared down between her thighs, seeing his cock pushing in and out of her. He was so big. She was surprised he fit at all, but that was the beauty of them both. He’d fit regardless.

  With her gaze on his cock, his hand moved between the lips of pussy and started to tease her. His fingers glided between them, touching near her entrance where he was sliding in and out, then up over her clit.

  The pleasure was instant and intense.

  She closed her eyes, unable to handle too much.

  “Watch me, Arika. Watch this.” He pinched her clit, and she cried out from the pleasurable pain he administered. Spreading her legs wider, she tried to get closer to him. One of his hands held her hip to the point that she knew without a doubt there’d be bruises on her skin. Not that it was a problem, far from it.

  He continued to thrust in and out of her, taking her to new heights as he stroked her clit, making her take both and to watch what he did.

  Nothing made any sense to her.

  She couldn’t think.

  Just feel the heat of pleasure as it built within her, driving her higher and higher toward that peak of no return.

  She couldn’t stop it.

  Holding onto the blanket beneath her she tried to keep her sanity, but it was no use. There was nothing else she could do, and as he stroked over her clit one final time, she came hard, screaming his name.

  Vincenzo didn’t slow down. He didn’t back up. He kept on teasing her, prolonging her climax until it was at the point of pain. Only when she could stand it no more did he release her.

  Now he took her hands, slamming her to the bed, holding them above her head, locking them within his own grip and keeping her captive.

  She didn’t think it was possible for him to be holding anything back, but as he looked into her eyes and then started to really fuck her, she knew he’d been taking it easy on her.

  With her second climax she’d gotten wetter, and now he slid in deep and she cried out his name, needing him, begging for him, desperate as he took her body, fucking her hard, pounding inside her. His cock hit the hilt within her each and every single time, making her forget that only moments ago she was a virgin.

  She belonged to him now.

  His cock slid deep inside her, making her ache, moan, and be desperate for more.

  Over and over, he slammed in hard, driving her need for him higher.

  She had never known what all the fuss was about.

  Being held under him, she finally understood it and knew she’d made a big fucking mistake.

  Tonight was only supposed to be a one-time deal. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to have this as one time. This felt so good.

  As he drove inside her that last time, she felt his cock pulse, filling her pussy with wave upon wave of heat. He groaned, pressing his lips against the side of her neck, sucking on her pulse.

  Tomorrow, no matter what, she’d have marks.

  Proof of what they’d done.

  She didn’t care.

  Closing her eyes, she basked in his surrounding heat, never wanting him to stop, needing him more than anything. She clearly wasn’t normal. There’s no way she could be this obsessed with a man who killed people, but she was.

  He pulled away from her, releasing her arms, withdrawing from her pussy, and she watched a little shocked as he left the room without a backward glance.

  Vincenzo didn’t say anything, and she was a little hurt.

  There’s no way she’d wait around for him to come back. She had to get out of there. He didn’t want her here.

  She didn’t want to deal with the morning-after routine or what happened once the fun happy time had ended.

  Even as she ached a lot, she ignored that pain and rushed back out into the hallway. Finding her bra and dress, she held up the remains of her thong and tsked, throwing it to one side.

  She was just about to secure the bra when it was suddenly pulled from her grip.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

  “I’m leaving. We’re done, right?”

  “We’re nowhere near done.” He pulled her into his arms. “I can’t give you more than tonight.” His lips grazed her shoulder. “But I said the full night.”

  She glanced across the room seeing the lonely digital clock on the wall. It was a little past eleven o’clock. Not that late at all.

  “I’ll take you home tomorrow, but I’ve still got a lot I want to do to you and I’m going to, baby. This body needs a good fucking, and I’m the perfect guy for the job.” He slid his hand between her thighs, touching her sensitive pussy. “You’ve got blood and cum all over you, sweetheart. I didn’t think you’d like it if I flipped you over and fucked you from behind without cleaning you up first. You’ll be sore tomorrow, but you won’t be at work.”

  “I will be.”

  “You’re off. I’ve already called your boss. He’s got someone else to work your shift. You’ll take tomorrow off to deal with whatever soreness, and until then, your body is mine to do with as I please.”

  With that, he picked her up and carried her back to the bathroom.

  She should protest.

  Arika didn’t say a word as he lowered her into the tub. She didn’t want to. This may only be one night, but to her it was going to be the best night of her life.

  Chapter Eight

  Vincenzo had never known a pussy to be so fucking tight. He watched Arika as she lay back in the tub. The hot water was clearly helping whatever aches he may have given her. Her eyes were closed, so he could look without fear of her seeing something or of hoping for something.

  This was going to be one night.

  It didn’t matter that he was fucking happy to see her.

  Or that she made his dick hard.

  Or even that he was addicted to the scent and sight of her.

  None of it mattered because tonight was a one-time deal and he intended to get his fill of her. To sate his hunger and then move on. To forget about her. She was just one woman in a world full of them.

  She didn’t hold any magical ability to keep him sated.

  It didn’t matter that she’d been a virgin.

  No other man had touched her, tasted her, fucked her.

  A complete and total innocent.

  None of that could mean anything come the morning.

  She’d have to go, and he’d have to move on with his life.

  There were jobs to do.

  “I had no idea you were at the club tonight,” she said.

  Her eyes opened, and she smiled.

  “Why were you there?”

  “Rachel was under the impression that I needed to get laid, which is why we were there. I guess she was right.”

  “That bar is not the best place to pick up men, Arika.”

  “I picked you up.”

  “I’m one of a kind.”

  “And what makes you one of a kind?” she asked.

  “Simple. I’ve no intention of hurting you. You know the kind of people I run with. They visit that club often, and I don’t want you part of this life.”

  “Which is why it’s a one-night deal.”

  “Exactly. You can
’t go getting romantic notions about what is happening between us.”

  She burst out laughing. “I’m not going to get romantic notions or think that you love me, Vincenzo. I’m not … I’m under no illusions, okay? Have you ever thought that I may like this? That just having sex works for me?”

  “Does it?”

  “Yes. I’ve got a plan, remember? I don’t need a man to live that. I’m working hard on finishing college right now.”

  “You’ll do well in life, I’m sure of it.” He stood up and moved toward the bath. He reached in and pulled the plug.

  “Hey, what are you doing?”

  “You’ve had enough fun. One night only, remember. I want your pussy again and so much more.”

  He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her and picking her up.

  “You’re crazy, you know that?”

  “I’ve killed men for less than that insult. However, coming from you, I find it rather cute.”

  She burst out laughing, and damn he loved that sound.

  Carrying her through to his bedroom, he put her on the floor, drying off her body and hair.

  Once he was done, he threw the towel out of his way, cupped her face, and kissed her hard.

  She opened up to him, her hand flat against his stomach.

  He took hold of her wrist, moving her down to cup his already hard, aching cock. When he’d gone into the bathroom he’d washed himself.

  Breaking the kiss, he stared into her pretty brown eyes.

  “Let’s put that mouth to some good use.” He pressed on her shoulders, and she sank to her knees before him. “Now that is a very pretty sight.”

  Running his fingers through her hair, he wrapped the length around his wrist, pulling her back and her mouth slid open. Placing a thumb onto her lips, he pushed in and out. “Suck it, Arika. Show me what you’ll do to my cock.”

  Her lips closed around his thumb, and she sucked him in, taking him as deep as his hand would let her.

  “Don’t use teeth,” he said.

  She stopped scoring her teeth down his thumb, and after a few practice sucks, he smiled. She had the hang of what he wanted.

  Removing his thumb, he placed the tip of his cock to her lips. “Open.”

  She opened her lips, and he slid in, spreading her pink lips wide, and he was right. They did look so good spread around his cock.