Mafia’s Harem

Private Room

Chapter 8: Private Room

Lucia pulled off my c**k with a wet pop, gasping for air. Long, thick strings of her spit still connected her swollen, shiny lips to my throbbing, veiny shaft. Her mascara was running down her flushed cheeks in dark streaks, but her eyes burned with pure, hungry lust.

“Come with me, Mr. Rossi,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and raspy from deepthroating me. “There’s a private bedroom at the back of the jet. It used to belong to your father. Now it’s yours.”

She stood up on shaky legs, the scent of her arousal and sweet perfume mixing in the warm cabin air. She took my hand, her palm warm and slightly sweaty, and led me out of the bathroom. We moved quietly down the narrow hallway. The low, steady hum of the jet engines vibrated through the floor beneath our feet. The bodyguards and crew didn’t even glance our way. Lucia opened a heavy door at the very back and pulled me inside.

The room was luxurious and masculine. A large king-sized bed with dark silk sheets that felt cool and smooth against my skin when I touched them, soft golden lighting that cast warm shadows, a small bar stocked with expensive liquor, and big windows showing endless white clouds outside. The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne, leather, and a hint of cigar smoke — definitely my father’s lingering scent. The thought sent a strange, powerful thrill through me. This was his space, and now it was mine.

Lucia locked the door behind us with a soft click. The sound felt final and exciting. She pushed me gently toward the bed, her hands warm on my chest. “This is where your father used to relax on long flights,” she purred, her breath hot against my neck. “Now you can use it however you want. I’m here for whatever you desire.”

She pushed me down to sit on the edge of the bed. The silk sheets felt cool and slippery under my thighs. She dropped to her knees again between my spread legs, the soft carpet cushioning her. “I’m not done worshipping this monster c**k yet.”

She took me back into her warm, wet mouth. The heat was incredible. Her tongue swirled slowly around the fat head, tasting the mix of her spit and my precum. She sucked with long, slow pulls, her cheeks hollowing. Thick, warm spit ran down my shaft in slow rivers, dripping onto the expensive silk sheets and making them wet. She used both hands to stroke the thick base she couldn’t fit in her mouth, twisting them with perfect, teasing pressure.

“f**k, your mouth feels so good,” I groaned, the wet, slurping sounds filling the quiet room. I grabbed her wavy hair tighter, the strands silky and slightly damp between my fingers, and guided her head slowly. She took her time, savoring every inch, moaning around my thickness so the vibrations traveled straight down my c**k.

After several long minutes of slow, sloppy sucking, I pulled her up gently. I wanted more of her body. I stood up, lifted her, and laid her down on the big bed. The mattress dipped softly under our weight. I climbed over her, yanking her uniform top open. Her heavy, full t**s spilled out, soft and warm, with dark n*****s already rock hard. They rose and fell quickly with her excited breathing.

I lowered my head and latched onto one n****e like a hungry baby. I sucked hard, the soft flesh filling my mouth. The taste was sweet and slightly salty from her skin. I swirled my tongue around the stiff peak, sucking rhythmically while my hand kneaded the other heavy tit. Lucia moaned loudly, arching her back and pushing her chest into my face.

“Yes… suck them like that,” she whimpered. “They’re yours.”

I switched to the other n****e, sucking even harder, making wet, obscene sucking sounds. I gently bit down, then soothed it with my tongue. Her skin was hot and smooth under my lips. I spent long minutes just worshipping her t**s — sucking, licking, kissing, and squeezing them. The soft, heavy weight felt perfect in my hands.

While I sucked on her breasts, my hand slid down her body. I pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side. Her p***y was burning hot and dripping wet. The scent of her arousal was strong and intoxicating in the private room. I rubbed my thick middle finger up and down her soaked slit, spreading her puffy lips apart. Clear, sticky juice coated my finger instantly.

I circled her swollen c**t slowly, teasing it. Lucia’s hips twitched and rolled, trying to get more friction. I finally pushed one thick finger inside her. Her p***y was scorching hot and incredibly tight. The silky walls sucked my finger in greedily. I pumped it in and out slowly, feeling every ripple and fold inside her.

“More…” she moaned, her voice breathy. “Please give me more.”

I added a second finger. Her p***y stretched around them beautifully. I worked both fingers deeper, twisting and scissoring them to open her up. Juices ran down my hand and wrist. The wet, sticky sounds were loud in the quiet cabin. I curled my fingers upward and rubbed her g-spot with firm, steady strokes.

Lucia’s moans grew louder. Her heavy t**s jiggled as she rolled her hips against my hand. I kept sucking on her n****e like a baby while I finger-f****d her, the dual sensation making her tremble.

“Look at this greedy little cunt,” I growled against her breast, my breath hot on her wet skin. “It’s sucking my fingers so hard. You’re so f*****g wet for me already.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you. Finger me deeper… please…”

I added a third thick finger. Her p***y stretched wider around them. I pumped all three fingers hard and deep now, curling them relentlessly against her g-spot. The wet squelching sounds grew louder and nastier. Her arousal coated my entire hand and dripped onto the silk sheets in shiny strings.

I kept her legs spread wide, sucking on her t**s the whole time while my three fingers stretched and pounded her insides. Her walls fluttered and clenched around me. I could feel her getting closer.

I rubbed her c**t with my thumb in fast circles while my fingers curled and thrust. Lucia’s whole body tensed. She came violently. Her p***y gushed around my fingers in hot, messy squirts that soaked my hand, wrist, and the sheets. Her legs trembled wildly. She bit her lip to keep from screaming too loud as waves of pleasure ripped through her.

I didn’t let her rest. I kept three fingers buried deep, slowly pumping through her orgasm, drawing out every shudder. When she finally stopped squirting I pulled my fingers out and shoved them into her mouth.

“Taste how nasty you are,” I said.

She sucked them clean, eyes glazed with lust, moaning around my fingers.

I moved down her body, kissing and licking her soft skin. I spread her legs wider and lowered my face between them. The scent of her freshly orgasmed p***y was strong and sweet. I licked her slowly from bottom to top, savoring the taste. Lucia shivered and moaned, her hands gripping my hair.

I licked and sucked on her swollen c**t, then pushed my tongue inside her dripping hole. I ate her p***y with long, slow strokes, enjoying every drop of her juice. I sucked gently on her c**t while sliding two fingers back inside her, curling them again.

Lucia’s moans filled the room. Her thighs squeezed around my head. I kept licking and fingering her, building her up slowly toward another orgasm.

The private room smelled like s*x and her sweet arousal. The jet engines hummed steadily beneath us. I took my time, licking every inch of her p***y, sucking on her c**t, and fingering her deep and slow.