Filthy Promises - A Mafia Romance

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d tell her, guiding her backward unti

ore I lift her, set her down, and spread her thighs with my palms. Her ski

long the seam of her cheap panties, feeling

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from her mouth, a glistening thread of saliva con

hat she'd have to crane closer to hear me

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he wouldn't stop, though. She wouldn't d

n't, I would

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beneath those boxy, beige, lifeless, corporate-approved cl

d be too fucking hard to resist. But not touching her. Not

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gainst the nape of her neck. Ho

k when she says, Eve

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, white skin blooming pink where my fingers press. I'd position myself between them, the h

she'd

f waiting, was it? I think you

ing would stutter as I slid my tip through her

de, the tightness would co

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throat. I'd pause-not out of concern for her comfort, because we b

the way her inner wa

the intrusion, pupils blown open w

doe, I'd tell her. Y

in force. The desk would creak beneath us, my papers scattering to the

eyes flutter closed. I want you t

p inside her. I'd capture that sound with my mouth, stealing

so well. Such a b

me, but I'd maintain control. Always in contr

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