The Mafia Boss Who Captivated Me
65

JOEY

For some reason, Max drives us further away from the city-away from his penthouse apartment and north toward the river. He eventually stops his bike outside a beautiful log cabin in the woods. He cuts the engine and taps my leg, signaling me to climb off.

"Where are we?"

He frowns. "I never told you about this place?"

"No."

"Hmm." He rubs a hand over his thick beard. "I like to come here sometimes."

"Is it yours?" I look at the beautiful cabin that's currently shrouded in darkness.

"Of course it is." He laughs softly and takes my hand, leading me to the front door.

My legs are shaking by the time we get inside. This place is so secluded, I wonder if anyone even knows it's here. I doubt anyone knows we're here. Not that I'm scared of being alone with Max, but the thought of being completely isolated with him makes me more nervous than I've ever felt in my entire life.

He takes his cell from his pocket and eyes me with concern. "I'll let your brothers know you're with me and you'll be back tomorrow, okay?"

Is he waiting for me to change my mind? Not gonna happen. "Okay."

I wander around the large open-plan living area while Max types out a text. It's so cozy. Big sofas with soft cushions. Soft rugs on the floor. A huge fireplace that I would love to see blazing in the winter. "Do you, uh, bring a lot of women here?"

He tosses his phone onto the sofa and stalks toward me. "No."

I swallow my nerves. I'm shaking like a freaking leaf.

"Why are you so nervous, baby girl? I don't have any power over you, remember?"

Holy fuck! Why the hell did I say that earlier? I think I'm going to pass out.

"I d-didn't-"

"You need me to remind you exactly what you said?"

No. I'd like to make you forget it instead. "You know I was just mouthing off," I whisper.

He arches an eyebrow. "Just being a spoiled brat?"

"Well, isn't that all you think I am?"

Sliding his arms around my waist, he palms my ass cheeks and yanks me toward him. He bends his head low so he can whisper in my ear. "Oh, you're so much more than that, baby girl."

Before I can come back with a snappy retort, he lifts me, wraps my legs around his waist, and carries me through the living area. He kicks open a door to a bedroom, walks inside, and lays me down on the bed.

I stare up at him, my heart racing wildly and my blood thundering. I'm hot. I'm wet. And I need him so badly. I would do literally anything he told me to right now. Anything.

Max brushes my hair back from my face, his fingertips grazing over my neck as he feels for the fastening of my St. Christopher pendant. My brothers gave it to me when I left for Italy, warning me never to take it off. I rarely do-not because they told me not to, but because it belonged to my mom.

I blink at him. "Why are you taking off my pendant?"

"I don't think St. Christopher needs to be a part of any of this," he says with a wicked grin. "And I don't want to damage it. I'm not going to be gentle."

Holy mother of fuzzy ducks!

Placing the pendant on the nightstand, he winks at me before he kneels on the floor and wordlessly pulls off my socks and sneakers, then works his way up and unbuttons my jeans, sliding them over my hips and down my legs. I suck in a stuttered breath. Obviously he's fucked me before, but he told me he didn't even get halfway inside. And now we're here and Max is looking at me like a starving animal looks at its prey. He leans over me, running his nose over the damp fabric of my panties. "Fuck, Joey," he groans.

"I-I'm nervous," I admit on a whisper.

"I know, baby girl," he says with a wicked smile. He tugs my panties aside and runs the tip of his finger through my dripping folds. "But I'm going to make sure you're ready before I fuck you."

"Oh, god," I whimper as tremors ripple through my body.

"And I'm gonna need you soaking wet for the way I like to fuck." His tone is deep and soothing, and it melts into my bones. Maximo DiMarco is going to ruin me for all other men. He's barely touched me and I'm on the verge of falling apart. My entire body comes alive with spine-tingling anticipation.

"So, how about we get you naked." He peels my panties down my legs and grips them in his hand. Holding them to his face, he inhales, and my cheeks burn at the sight. Max DiMarco is a sinful sex god. And, for tonight at least, he's mine. "Your smell is fucking addictive. I'm hard as fucking stone, and I haven't even tasted your sweet pussy yet."

"Max," I groan. His dirty mouth is so hot.

He throws my panties onto the floor and pulls me up, taking off my tank top and bra in two swift moves before pushing me back down. Then he just stares at me for the longest time, his eyes raking over my body as a low growl rumbles in his chest. "Max?" I whisper.

"Just memorizing every single inch of you, Joey. You're fucking perfect."

My skin flushes with heat at his praise. I'm such a sucker for him and he knows it. He bends his head and runs his hands up the inside of my thighs, pressing my legs flat to the bed as he trails hungry kisses over my skin-all the way from my knees to my center. He rubs his nose over my clit, and my back arches off the bed. "Fuck, Max."

"Oh, baby girl," he groans. "You're so fucking desperate for me. Your pussy is dripping onto my sheets."

"I'm sorry."

He playfully nips at my thigh. "It wasn't a complaint. I'm gonna paint this whole fucking room in your cum tonight."

Holy fuck!

He pushes my thighs down further until I'm pinned to the mattress and then licks from my pussy entrance all the way up to my clit, grunting like an animal when he does. His hot, delicious tongue swirls over the hypersensitive bundle of nerves, and my eyes roll in my head. I damn near pass out. Why the hell didn't anyone tell me sex was this good?

"Oh, fuck, Joey. You're so damn sweet, baby. Your cunt is fucking delicious."

Tangling my hands in his thick hair, I pull his head back. I'm so sensitive and on edge that I squirm beneath him, but he holds fast, licking and nibbling on my clit and causing flickers of starlight to dance behind my eyelids.

I cry out, but he's undeterred as he sucks hard and brings me to such an insanely intense orgasm, I feel like I might cry. I pant for breath as heat and pleasure fight for control of my body.

"Good girl," he soothes as he gives me a brief reprieve, peppering kisses over my thighs. "But we're gonna go again, okay?"

"No. I can't. It's too much."

He laughs at my feeble protest. "You can, baby. Your body is just getting used to something new." And to prove his point, his mouth returns to my pussy again, lapping at my opening as his tongue and lips move expertly over my flesh. "I could eat you for fucking hours," he whispers, and the vibration against my sensitive flesh makes me shudder. He's going to kill me with orgasms.

Then, when I finally get used to the feeling of his mouth on me and the sensitivity gives way to warm waves of pleasure, he slides a thick finger deep inside me and I scream his name so loudly I swear the walls shake.

"Fuck," he grunts, pushing his finger deeper and curling the tip until he rubs against that spot inside me he seems to replace so easily. "Come again for me, baby girl."

Come for him? I couldn't not come, even if my life depended on it. A second orgasm barrels into me like a freight train, knocking all the breath from my body. Shuddering uncontrollably, I gasp for air. Max is there the whole time, stroking my neck and whispering in my ear. "Breathe, Joey."

I nod, sucking in deep lungfuls of air.

"You hold your breath when you come, did you know that?" he says, frowning.

I shake my head. "Is that bad?"

"No, but tonight, I say when you get to breathe. You got that?"

I sink my teeth into my lower lip and nod, still coming down from the epic high he gave me.

"Good. Now turn over," he orders.

I arch an eyebrow at him. Is he finally going to fuck me? Please god!

"Now."

"You're so demanding," I say with a sigh, but I flip onto my stomach and wiggle my ass in his face. He responds by slapping it hard, and I groan.

"Oh, my naughty brat likes a spanking, huh?" He smacks me again, and wetness drips from my pussy. I bite down on the pillow to stop another horny moan from escaping.

Max pushes my thighs apart and kneels between them. Then he grabs my hips and pulls me up until I'm on all fours. "Come here."

"Are you going to fuck me now?"

He pushes a finger inside me, and my back bows as white-hot pleasure sears my core. Then he adds a second and I moan at the burn of him stretching me wider. "Not yet, baby girl."

I drop my head onto the pillow and pout.

"I haven't finished eating yet." He trails kisses over my ass cheeks, soothing the sting of where he just spanked me. And then his mouth is on my ass, his tongue flicking over the seam as he moves lower until he's feasting on my pussy again. This time all the attention is on my entrance as he slides his tongue inside me.

"M-Max." My body latches onto the flickering embers of my previous orgasm to ignite another one.

He murmurs appreciatively and goes on eating, swirling his tongue inside me like he's making out with my pussy. His fingers brush over my clit, and I sink my teeth into the pillow to stop from screaming the entire house down. He threads his fingers in my hair and pulls my head up. "Stop that, Joey. If I'm making you come, I want to hear every fucking sound you make."

I groan, and he goes back to eating me and rubbing my clit with the most perfect, delicious amount of friction and pressure until my inner walls pulse and every cell in my body trembles with the need to come. "Please, Max." "Who has all the power now, baby girl?" He laughs darkly, and I'm too fraught and desperate to call him an asshole for it.

Instead, in my desperation, I whimper. "You do. Always."

"Now that's my good fucking girl." He groans against my flesh, slipping his tongue back inside me and causing my orgasm to go off like a nuclear warhead in my core. It tears through me, wrenching a guttural cry from my throat. My shoulders sink to the pillow until I'm lying with my ass up in the air, trembling and gasping for air once more.

Max pushes two fingers inside me, and a loud groan of appreciation rumbles through him when they slide in easily. "Now you're ready to be fucked."

"Yes, please," I breathe, desperate to feel him. My pussy aches to be filled by him completely.

I hear the sound of his zipper opening. The crown of his cock presses at my entrance. "You remember the first time I fucked you, Joey?"

"Uh-huh."

"How you couldn't feel my piercings because I couldn't get far enough inside of you?"

"Yeah," I whisper, cheeks flushing red. It was also because I had no idea what having an actual dick inside me should feel like.

"I'm going to fit my whole cock in you tonight, baby girl, and you know how you're going to know when I'm all the way in?" "How?"

"Because you're going to count my piercings."

"Count?"

"Yeah, count. There's six of them, all for you, Joey. This one"-he rubs the piercing in his crown over my clit and makes me whimper with need-"you won't feel until I'm all the way in and I'm rubbing this bar against your G-spot. But the others you'll feel while I'm filling your tight little cunt with my cock. Okay?"

Holy mother of fucks! "Okay."

"Good girl. You count each one as I enter you, okay?"

I nod but wonder if Max's giant monster cock will actually fit inside me. I was barely able to take half of him last time and I felt sore for days, even though it was the delicious kind of pain that makes a girl like me smile.

Max pushes the tip inside me, stretching me wide. It burns a little, but I'm so wet that he slides in without resistance. I groan, pushing my ass back against him, but he grabs my hips and holds me steady. "Not yet, baby." "Max," I whine, and he slaps my ass.

Then he gives me another inch, and I realize why he's going so slow. Because no matter how wet I am, he's still freaking huge. My pussy is stretched further than it's ever been, and I wince at the sting. But then one of his piercings rubs against my pussy walls, and I release a gush of arousal. "One," I cry.

"Good girl."

My toes curl as Max pulls out a little before pushing back in, drawing more wetness from deep inside me as he pushes in farther. "Two."

"That's my girl."

Two? That means we have four more to go. I have no idea how I'm going to take the rest of him.

He bends over me and presses soft kisses over my back. "You're doing so well. Such a good girl for me."

I melt under his praise, practically purring like a kitten, and he takes the opportunity to slide deeper. "Three." And then deeper. "Four," I grit out.

He rubs one hand over my back while he holds onto my hip with the other. "Almost there."

"Oh, god," I whimper as he rocks his hips and his piercings rub against my walls, the tiny barbells massaging me in the most delicious way. Jolts of electric ecstasy ricochet through me, and I almost come again.

"Fuck, Joey. You love my cock."

"Y-yeah." My eyes roll back as he keeps me balanced on the precipice of ecstasy.

He pulls out and drives in a little harder, and I feel so much more of him. "F-five!" I scream.

"Oh, there she is," he grunts, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling me up until my back is pressed against his bare chest. "My naughty little slut." "Yeah."

"You ready to feel the sixth one?" "Uh-huh."

He slides his free arm around my waist, holding me tight as he rolls his hips, driving farther inside me until I feel that final piercing-and I mean I feel it in the very depths of my soul. From the tips of my toes to the end of every single hair on my head. That spot he can reach with his fingers? Well, he can damn well give it a deep tissue massage with the end of his cock. "S-six," I cry out, bucking and shuddering so hard in his arms that he has to hold me still.

His mouth is on my neck, devouring me. Covering me with feral licks and bites as he holds me tight and thrusts into me. "Fuck, baby girl, you were made for my cock," he growls, driving deep so that every single piercing rubs against a spot inside me that's already overstimulated and sensitive. "Made for me."

My legs are already shaking as he slips his hand between my thighs and rubs the pads of two fingers over my clit. He rubs softly-his touch taunting and teasing me and so at odds with the way he thrusts into me like a man possessed. I squirm in his arms as the sensations become too overwhelming, but he tugs me closer until I can't tell where my body begins and his ends. I feel every flex of his hard muscles as he fucks me with brutal strokes. His chest against my back, thighs against mine, teeth and lips grazing my neck, his giant arms encasing me-so huge that they dwarf my smaller frame. He is everything and everywhere. All-consuming and completely intoxicating.

Sweat covers our bodies as our breathing grows heavier.

"You feel so fucking good," he grunts.

"You fuck me so good."

Ecstasy settles over me like a heavy blanket.

I hold my breath.

"Breathe, Joey," he commands.

I suck in a mouthful of air at the same time he rolls his hips and the pierced tip of his cock hits my G-spot. Bright specks of light flicker behind my eyelids while waves of hot, electric pleasure roll through my body, converging in a spot deep inside my pussy.

"Holy shit, Max, I'm gonna-gonna come ...

"You can, baby girl. Let go. I got you."

again. A-and I don't know if I can." This feels different from before. Such an intense build-up of pressure. Lightheaded, all I can do is whimper and moan and take what he gives me.

And then it happens. A tsunami of cum-at least I hope it's cum-gushes out of me, soaking me and Max and leaving a puddle on the bed.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Joey." He rails into me, his hips slamming against my ass as he gives me everything he has. Driving into me with such force that the bed rattles against the wall. I feel his abs tighten and his thighs tense seconds before his hips go still. "Motherfucking! Fuck!" he roars as he empties himself inside me, grinding against me until I'm filled with every last drop of his cum.

Then he falls forward onto the bed, collapsing on top of me as we both gasp for breath.

"Holy shit, Max," I pant.

"I know, baby." He gasps the words against my ear, his breath damp and hot against my neck.

I have never felt safer or happier than I do right now. If I died tomorrow, I could say that I lived because of this right here.