The Second Chance - Mafia

Give in

BECKER

I turn back around to the door wide open, she’s fled back to her room. Oh no she doesn’t. I follow her locking my office door I causally stroll to her room. Opening her door she isn’t in her room, I then hear the shower going. I smirk, is she having a cold shower to calm her down? The thought makes me laugh. I make my way to the bathroom and glance through the crack in the door. She’s got her back to me but my god her body is absolutely stunning. Her figure, sweet Jesus. I quickly strip off and sneak in behind her. I put my hands on her waist, she jumps and spins around, giving me a better look at her unreal body. Her eyes find mine without hesitation she leans forward and kisses me, I’m shocked. And honestly it’s not often I get shocked. I don’t pull away though, I go with it. Leaning in to her I deepen the kiss. I press her against the shower tiles, she continues to kiss me, her tongue now exploring my mouth, I pull away from the kiss and turn her around, she willingly turns, pressing her bum into me I groan. My erect c**k throbs at the thought of feeling her. I can’t wait any longer, no time for foreplay I want her now! I slide into her opening, she moans out as I slowly glide myself in. f**k. She’s tight. Holy f**k. I start to glide In and out. She arches her back and sticks her bum out more thrusting herself back to match my rhythm. Jesus she obviously knows what she’s doing. The thought that she’s so skilled and not so inexperienced angers me to a whole new level. Every thrust she matches, I can feel her walls tightening if that was even possible! She moans out she’s close. I grab her hair and yank her head back slightly. “c*m for me baby” she lets out a scream, as her whole body convulses, I snake my arm around her waist to keep her up as her legs give weigh. Her warm tight hole pulses around my c**k sending me over the edge. I moan as my c*m shoots out into her, my c**k throbbing. “f**k” I hiss as I slowly slide out of her, she’s breathing heavy as she leans against the tile, her back still facing me. I close my eyes and allow the water to wash over me, slowly bringing me down from my high. She eventually gathers the strength to stand, I slowly slide my arm from around her waist. She turns to face me, standing under the water, the beads roll down her face. Her lips swollen and red from where my lips had once been. Her eyes lustful and satisfied at the same time. I glance down her body and take it all in, her perky breasts, the perfect figure, her well shaved p***y. My vision is suddenly blocked as she wraps her arms around herself covering her sweet body from me. I look at her, she’s looking down. Embarrassed? I grab her wrists and pull them away from her body. She still avoids my gaze. “Never hide your body from me. Do you understand.” I demand, she nods her head still avoiding my gaze. “I’m not your typical stick thin, toned perfect girls that your use to fucking.” My eyes narrow at her, is she insecure?! The realisation dawns on me as I grab her jaw with my hand forcing her to look up. “Your body is unreal. If you ever hide it from me again I’ll take you to my basement and flog the s**t out of you.” With that statement said, I turn on my heel and exit her shower. I begin to dry myself without looking back. Once I’m dry I dress myself and make my way to the door. I grab the handle and open the bathroom door, turning back I see her watching me carefully under the shower head “oh and Laney, I loved your design, We’ll get started first thing Monday.” With that I turn and exit the room. Heading back to my office I grab Laney’s laptop and other items she bought with her and take it back to her room for her. She’s still in the shower when I get to her room. So I leave the things on her bed and exit her room. I make my way down to the kitchen to grab a coffee before heading back to work. Once I enter the kitchen I notice a sketch book on the island and pencils? I walk towards them and open the book. My breath hitches in my throat as I look down at an amazingly good drawing of my estate. My eyes fall to the signature at the bottom of the drawing L.Watson. I smile and rip the paper out the book. Taking it back to my office with me and my coffee.