Maid: Housekeeper and Mafia Erotic Story (Saint Granger Book 1) by Mapleton Abbie

Author:Mapleton, Abbie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-06-20T00:00:00+00:00

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Laurence grinned. He yanked Wynnie off of the table. She stumbled to her feet.

“Over there,” Laurence commanded, pointing across the room.

The window. He wants to fuck me in front of the window.

Laurence pressed his fingers into the small of her back.

“Go,” he said, giving her a gentle push.

Wynnie stumbled to the large window. The city buzzed below. The buildings glittered in the sunlight.

“What a view,” Laurence said, coming up behind her. He gripped her fleshy asscheek. “I want my enemies to see us fuck.”

Wynnie sucked in a gasp as Laurence bent her down. She braced herself by pressing her hands up against the glass.

I just washed that window.

“Open,” he said for the second time that morning. She parted her legs. Wynnie stared down at the hardwood floor at her feet.

Laurence gripped her hips and guided his stiff cock deep into her pussy. Wynnie moaned loudly as his thick cock filled her pussy from wall to wall. He slowly pulled out, only to plunge into her again. Deeper. Deeper.

Wynnie panted. She needed to climax. His teasing was driving her crazy.

“Fuck me,” Wynnie grunted, “Please fuck me.”

Laurence chuckled and smacked her ass. He started pumping into her, his pace matching her breathing. Each pump pushed deeper into her, driving her to an orgasmic explosion.

Laurence grunted, cussing under his breath. He reached forward and grabbed Wynnie’s hair. She whimpered at the tingle of her hair being pulled. Her thighs shook.

“Deeper,” Wynnie slurred. His cock and hands were intoxicating.

Laurence curled his fingers tighter in her hair. He yanked her back towards him. Wynnie fell back against his chest, her head collapsing onto his shoulder. Her strawberry shampoo scent mixed with his cologne.

“Let them see all of you,” Laurence whispered roughly. He pressed their bodies to the window. Wynnie gawked at the view before her.

Was there really someone or some-ones watching them? A mystery voyeur standing at a telescope with his dick in hands? Someone licking their lips at the thought of tasting Wynnie’s lips, nipples, pussy? The illicit thought swelled her clit.

Laurence, still gripping Wynnie’s hair with one hand, lifted her leg over his arm displaying her fully to the enemy. The sunlight shining through the window glistened the slick skin of her soft flower. Laurence pumped into her, grunting and groaning. She could feel the bass of this voice against her back.

Wynnie grasped at his hands. The intense pressure building in her simultaneously want to pull away and finish herself and for Laurence to drive deeper and harder into her. Her body grew sore. The soreness only intensified the thrumming in her core.

Pain for pleasure.

As the clouds in the sky swept by, shadows crossed through the penthouse. At times Wynnie could see their reflection in the window. A disheveled maid with swollen pink nipples getting pounded by a tattooed Adonis.

They continued fucking, Laurence’s pumping speeding up.

“I’m going to come,” Wynnie cried out, digging her nails into his hands. Laurence kept his pace. He jerked her head farther back.

“Beg,” he murmured. “Beg for me to let you come.

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