The Mafia Boss and The Baker

Chapter 2.

“Hai- Haider! Wait!” Oriana said loudly, moving back and staring into his eyes with panic. “I think I’m about to- nngh! My god, wait just a- ahn!” She grabbed his forearms in a fruitless attempt to get him to pause.

Haider of course was no fool. The way Oriana was shaking, the way she was trying desperately to close her legs, he knew she was about to c*m – harder before.

A mischievous smirk took over his lips and his eyes shone with devilish glee. ‘Ah~ She’s about to squirt. How cute~’

Haider continued his unrelenting thrusts into Oriana, his c**k f*****g into her in that position and hitting her g-spot head on – ignoring her cries and pleas.

With a loud wail, Oriana came – her head thrown back, eyes blown wide and mouth opened and her back arching. Her nails dug into Haider’s shoulders as her body went taut in her o****m. She squirted over their laps, the fluid trickling down and wetting the bed.

Even with her shaking in pleasure, Haider kept going – chasing after his peak and intensifying Oriana’s o****m. His hips began to falter and his thrust becoming uncoordinated. The filthy and downright lewd squelching sounds and Oriana’s choked gasps and moans spurred him on. She clenched around Haider’s hard c**k inside her, trying to milk him to his o****m. His balls were drawing tight, making it known that his o****m was imminent and fast approaching.

With a loud cuss and a roar, Haider gave one last snap of his hips that saw him bottoming out into Oriana and cumming into her – adding to the generous amount inside of Oriana. Some of the c*m escaped from Oriana’s p***y, joining the mess below them. His fangs elongated and his amber eyes glowed a bright golden. He gently sunk his teeth into Oriana’s shoulder, leaving another mark as well as drinking up some of her blood. He removed his teeth from shoulder, licking up the blood on her shoulder as well as on his lips.

Oriana gave a choked cry before she collapsed onto Haider, her head resting sideways of his neck and puffs of air hitting his skin as she panted for breath.

Haider’s chest rumbled with a soft growl as he held her tight. He fell down on his back on the bed, bringing Oriana with him – his c**k still nestled safely in her cunt and plugging her up so that no more of his c*m will leak out from her.

The two laid there, soaking up each others warmth – not bothered about the sweat on each other. Oriana had her head under Haider’s chin, the man burying his nose into her hair and inhaling her vanilla-rose shampoo.

“If I can’t walk start tomorrow, I’ll kill you in your sleep.” Oriana muttered, drawing an amused chuckle from Haider.

“Then I’ll just carry you around, Princess.” One could positively hear the smirk in Haider’s voice.

Oriana hummed tiredly. “Try that and prepare to sleep on the couch for a week. And stop calling me that.”

Haider laughed, his chest rumbling with it. “You’re my Princess, Kitten. Its only right to call you such.” Haider placed a kiss on her head, getting some mumbled words from her. “Sleep.” He chuckled out.

“I will if you just hush. You’ve worn me the f**k out. You and that big c**k of yours.” Oriana grunted, getting a smug smirk from her lover.

The soft drizzling of rain had turned into a downpour involving thunder and lightning. Oriana watched the lightworks outside, the current opened.

‘It feels like the first time we met.’ Oriana thought. Slowly, her eyes dropped and she falls into a peaceful slumber.

Oriana heaved a tired sigh and she craned her head back to look at the gloomy sky, her hand massaging the back of her neck and the other on the low of her back. She groaned as she arched her back, grunting when a little c***k was heard.

“Here.”

A voice said behind, causing her to turn around. She saw her co-worker holding out a can of Fanta and she took it.

“Thanks. Here.” Oriana reached into the large pocket of her apron and brought out one of the packaged sandwiches she nabbed from the kitchen.

“Thank you~” Amy took the offered food in her can free hand.

The two sat outside, looking at the cloudy sky as they ate their lunch in calm and comfortable silence. Minutes later, after talking for a while, saw them disposing of their trash and going back in to continue their jobs.

Oriana’s life was not perfect. In the eyes of others, it was shitty. Working from sunshine to sunset with a shitty pay whilst working an equally shitty boss and living in an raven shittier neighbourhood wasn’t a life she planned for herself but it was one she saw herself in anyways. It was by the grace of whatever entity that is up there that she hasn’t given into her depression and decide to end things once and for all. The life she was living wasn’t worth it – but once again, it was one she found herself living anyways.

By 9:15pm, Oriana was making her way home with a slightly large bag of discarded bread and pastries – the beauties having been disposed of by the bakery due to imperfections. Her other co-workers who weren’t ashamed or proud to take them carried some home as well.

Oriana met some of the teens in her complex outside still hanging and she gave them some of the pastries to share between themselves. She took the stairs, seeing as the elevator hasn’t been fixed yet, and made her way up. She knocked on Mrs. Williams door and was greeted with a smile by the woman, which widened when she saw Oriana. She blessed the young woman with a kiss to the cheek when Oriana handed over a small bag of soft bread and a new batch of green tea to her (this one she used her own money to purchase, seeing as Mrs. Williams couldn’t digest bread that wasn’t soft). She said goodbye to the woman and walked over to the door beside the woman’s flat. She waved goodnight to the old woman – getting a cheery reply back – before unlocking her door and walking inside.