One Night With Mafia Boss by Sugar Daddy

The mature man with a million good looks opened the door of the hotel he'd booked earlier.

"Are you the woman I booked?" asked Aslan.

Aslan was a 42-year-old widower who had divorced his wife. Aslan only worked as a manager at a well-known and largest bank in California. His monthly salary reaches thousands of dollars a month alone.

Aslan has been a widower for five years; this time, he longed for a woman's touch.

Using an online application, he booked a woman to accompany him tonight. Yes, Aslan needs to satisfy his cravings rather than go wild from lack of sex. Naturally, he's a normal, mature man. It wouldn't hurt to meet him anyway.

The woman staggered away before she could answer Aslan's question. Aslan led her into the room, and to his surprise, she was already drunk.

"Why are you already drunk, lady?" he asked.

Instead, the woman clung to Aslan. Aslan could see that the young woman's beauty was even more alluring.

The woman, whose name was unknown, immediately devoured Aslan's lips ferociously. Aslan, who had not felt this passion for a long time, did not say much and returned the kiss.

It was true that this young woman was drunk and felt on Aslan's lips.

Aslan's hands began fingering other parts of her body and started pushing her onto the hotbed. The woman was getting wilder, and she was enjoying this game. Their tongues clashed in pleasure and infiltrated the most beautiful part of the experience.

After a satisfying kiss, Aslan removed his lips from hers. She was already red in the face, apparently intoxicated. Aslan didn't care; he had ordered and paid for the woman.

Aslan removed their clothes and looked at the beautiful scene before him. The woman's body excited him, and he couldn't wait to taste her. The cobra was also perfectly poised and ready to attack the woman's defenses before him.

One thrust made her scream, and Aslan wondered why it was so tight. He tried to insert it again carefully and slowly. Even so, he managed to penetrate her.

"Blood?" muttered Aslan.

Aslan looked down at the woman lying beneath him. Was she still a virgin? If it were Aslan's luck, with a rogue app, he'd find a woman who still had her hymen.

Aslan stomped his body to the beat of his heart. Of course, he was still happy to be feeling this sensation. The woman under him also followed his every move and sometimes laughed like crazy. They enjoyed three rounds of this wild night. The original agreement was only for two rounds, but it seemed Aslan wasn't satisfied because the woman had already made his passion continue to rise.

The next day.

Sunlight shone through a gap in the white curtains right into her eyes. Laura opened her eyes slowly and rubbed her face roughly. Her head felt dizzy, and she had not yet realized that she was not wearing any clothes.

Her saliva seemed to have dried up because she was so thirsty that it hurt her throat to swallow.

Laura tried to remember what happened last night. Yes, her friends invited her to the club when she didn't want to, but they insisted and got her drunk.

Laura was a poor girl who had just chosen the wrong friends. Her friends were rich and, of course, had extreme social circles.

"What happened?" muttered Laura.

Laura rubbed her chest and realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. Of course, she panicked; who did all this? Her eyes searched for other people, but she seemed alone in the hotel room.