The Mafia Boss' Obsession

Sweat dripped from the woman; hot beads, the product of her efforts, fell on his torso. He could smell the sweet scent of her. A delicious fragrance that meshed well with her perfume. It was part of what Terrence liked about her. It made his dick hard and his mouth water. She rode him hard, tits bouncing in time with the motion. He could hear her flesh slapping into his. In a fog of passion he grabbed her roughly, flipping their position so she was underneath. With lustful eyes he lapped up the sight of her flesh as it glistened, an erotic vision under the red glow of the tinted lamp.

"Ah!" was all the woman could muster as Terrence crushed her body against the mattress. They could both hear the sweet sound of their moans engulfing the room, volume increasing with every thrust he made.

"Fuck!" he groaned in frustration. His thick member seems too large no matter how hard he rammed her slit it wouldn't all quite fit. Terrence shifted his weight on his arms so he could fully pound her even more vigorously. She arched her back trying to take more in. Her breath hitched before she howled in both pain and pleasure.

"That's right babe, scream my fucking name!" Terrence ordered. His voice is aflame with lust.

"Ah! Terrence!" she wailed, eyes closed in ecstasy.

He slipped his throbbing shaft out of her slick heat, denying her peak. The woman gets up understanding what he flopped down on the bed. She began, slowly, stroking his rod with her long fingers and slurping on his tip with her greedy mouth. He grunted as her tongue slowly made love to his manhood.

Terrence grabbed her long hair and forcefully shoved her face into his crotch , making her gag on its length. Her doe eyes shone with tears.

"What the hell! Don't stop, pussy!" Terrence yelled when she paused to cough. The woman submissively obliged and enveloped him again until Terrence spilled his seed, deep, hot, and salty inside her mouth. She gulped every ounce of his thick cream and savored it by licking her luscious painted lips.

Terrence, still unsatisfied, pushed her away before pinning her against the mattress. With greedy hands, he cupped her supple, ample breasts with his heated hands and massaged it vigorously. He tasted her, sucking her hard nipple into his mouth before licking it with gusto, like enjoying a delicious dessert.

"Cunt! Open your legs!," he ordered in a firm voice, then he lowered his body between the delicateness of her thighs. The woman lifted both of her legs to give him a good view of her pearl.

He inserted his two fingers into her warm entrance making her body twitch and her back arch as he fondled it. He extended his tongue and savored her clit matching the rhythm of each lick to that of his fingers.

"Ah, damn! !" she exclaimed while tugging his dark hair. Hot waves of pleasure are consuming her as Terrence thrusted his fingers inside her.

He began thrusting it deeper and faster, keeping a punishing. Suddenly, her legs quivered signaling an impending climax. The woman screamed out in pleasure at the same time her juice squirted all over Terrence's face.

"You nasty motherfucker!" he yelled angrily and forcefully flipped her body. His eyes feasted on her tight, sweaty ass. After slapping it sharply, he knelt, yanked her upwards onto all fours and forcefully entered her from behind. He felt her dripping core gripping his member. Her tightness heightening the sensation, excites him even more. In a low, sultry, and incoherent voice, she begged for more.

Leaning forward, his chest heaving with anger, pressed against her back, with steely fingers he grabbed her chin. "You do not tell me what to do, woman. I give the orders here, not you, skank!" he hissed.

"Get up and kneel down on the floor!" he demanded, angry eyes narrowed. The woman hurriedly followed his command. He positioned himself in front of her and made her eat his entireness again.

"This is what you get for telling me what to do! Now suck it!" He grabbed a handful of her soft hair making her wince in pain. Enraged, he shoved his engorged man-meat into her mouth, crushing every last inch down her throat. The way she gagged and choked, hot tears staining her cheeks, only aroused him further. The woman, desperate to please him, accepted every deep painful thrust with joy in her heart. Terrence grunted hard, his release pouring into her mouth once again. Her mouth wasn't able to hold everything. Some of his hot milk dripped on the corner of her lips.

The alarm blared signaling the end of the session.

"It's time to go," he told her sternly, walking from the kneeling woman to turn off the alarm on the bedside table. He opened his bedside drawer and picked up one red envelope. This contained a hefty sum of money and threw it at her.

"That's an additional payment on top of the one you received on the bar. You know the rules, breaching the contract means death," he said coldly. She reluctantly picked up the envelope and stood up.

Terrence, on the other hand, slipped in a royal blue robe to cover his naked body and began pouring whiskey into a crystal glass, which he guzzled while admiring the view beyond the window that made up an entire wall of his room. His vision was filled with the dazzling nighttime view of the city lights. He sighed as he sipped another large swig of whiskey. He didn't realize the woman was still in his room until she hugged him from behind.

He pushed her so hard she almost cracked her head on the cold surface of the marble floor.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he growled, rage burning inside him. He gazed upon her with disgust.

"Terrence, please be mine. I'm all yours. I can make you happy like this every day," she pleaded with sickly desperation.

He pulled his gun from the bedside drawer. With cold eyes and even colder heart he aimed it at the woman. "After I count to three, you're dead if I still see that absolute munter face of yours, bird! One... " The paleing of her face brought a twisted smile to his lips. Visibly shaking, she picked up her belongings and scarpered. Darting out of his room like a scared cat.

Satisfied, he slid the gun back into the drawer and poured another whiskey into the crystal glass. He drank deeply, enjoying the burn. It matched the fire that raged within and washed away the taste of the woman from his mouth. There were plenty of women to be had and he always got his fill. Good job there was always plenty of whiskey to wash their swat off his tongue.

Glass empty, he took a shower. Clean, dry and looking well groomed he snatched up his mask and a gun before stalking into the night. Fun had, it was time to do some work.

The night was quiet and he reached headquarters in no time at all.

"Hey boss! How's tonight's session?" Cody, his trusted tech geek, blurted out as he entered the room.

"Keep your trap shut, I'm not in the mood," he snapped, grabbing the laptop off the table.

"How's the investigation going?" Terrence asked while waiting for the laptop to start.

"We got a new lead boss. My informant told me it's a new organization here in London. They're very discreet. I will try to infiltrate their system once we find their hideout," Cody explained.

"Splendid. Keep digging for more information and stop stalking your ex-girlfriend," Terrence told Cody after catching a look at his screen. He was perusing her news feed once more.

"Come on boss, stop meddling in my business and go find your own woman to stalk," Cody joked, but Terrence gave him a stern look. He swallowed his laughter and returned to what he's doing.

Terrence was pissed. Pissed was an understatement. He was enraged, boiling with anger like the Devil himself. One week ago he made his way home . There had been an ambush, they tried to kill him. This pathetic attempt had forced him to cancel plans to hunt the culprit instead. If it wasn't for that incident, he could've been doing something else tonight. Doing someone else...

"Hey boss! Look at this!" Cody exclaimed excitedly after a few minutes. Terrence stopped typing on his laptop to check out Cody's discovery.

"What is it?" Terrence squined at the screen.

"I enhanced the image right here and a clumsy guy accidentally showed his tattoo. Look!" Cody was pointing at the enhanced image of a tattoo on a man's arm, one from the ambush. Terrence thought it looked like a viper or something similar.

After assessing it carefully, Terrence still couldn't tell which group owned that mark. Defeated, but not one to show it, he tapped Cody's shoulder, "Good job." Now find out the group to which it belongs," he said before returning to his seat.