Claimed By The Mafia Godfather

Ashley's POV "Quickly, take off your clothes!” A strange man barged in, yelled at me and held me at gun point I let out a loud scream, the stranger that just barged in was holding a gun at me. “Who are you? Please don't do this.” I said with my arms in the air. “Don't waste my time or I'll shoot!” He said with an urgency in his voice. And with tears in my eyes I took off my clothes. “Go lay on the bed. Now!” He yelled still pointing the gun at me. I did as he commanded. And in a split second he jumped on top of me and adjusted the duvet to cover us both. “What are you doing to me?! I'm begging you please stop..” “Shush, he whispered and layed completely still on top of me.” Just then, the door flew Open, two armed men with black suites and dark shades walked in like they were looking for someone. “Get out of here!” I screamed at them and they turned back and left the room. The man got up from me immediately, and just then I saw how handsome and attractive he really was, he had broad shoulders and a tall frame, I could see a sprinkle of white hair on his head, so I assumed he'd be in his forties. He didn't look like it, not one bit. He looked young and his voice, god his voice! “Thank you so much, I owe you.” He said turning around about to leave. “Wait! Are you just going to leave like that?” I asked before I could stop myself. He stopped in his tracks, obviously taken aback by my statement. He turned slowly and peered into my eyes before finally saying. “Do you know what you're asking?. His dark brows furrowed. I nodded before biting hard on my lower lip. And without a moment of thought he pounced on me, kissing me like his life depended on it. And I kissed back, even harder. “This is your chance to change your mind, once I'm in you, there's no going back. You become all mine!” He said almost out of breath. “Don't stop baby” I urged him “Don't call me baby, call me daddy!” “Daddy!” I screamed even louder than I intended to. He thrust himself into me and I screamed again, louder this time “Daddy!” “Yes, I'm our daddy.” “Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Say it again.” “Daddy.” He pushed in, slow, relentless, stretching me open until I was gasping and clutching at his shoulders. When he bottomed out he stayed still, letting me feel every inch, every pulse. “f**k,” he muttered, forehead dropping to mine. “You take me so well.” Then he started to move. Long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside me. Each time he pulled back almost all the way, then drove forward again, harder, the wet sound of it filling the quiet room. My nails raked down his back. He groaned and f****d into me deeper, angling my hips higher so he could grind against that spot that made my vision spark. “Louder,” he ordered, voice rough. “I want to hear you.” “Daddy, oh God” He didn’t let up. One of his hands slid between us, thumb circling my c**t in tight, perfect pressure while he kept thrusting. The dual sensation built fast, coiling tighter and tighter until I shattered, crying out his new name as my body clenched around him. He rode me through it, never slowing, drawing the orgasm out until I was shaking and oversensitive. Only then did he ease back, pull out, and flip me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing. He yanked my hips up, spread my thighs wider, and sank back in with one smooth, powerful thrust. The new angle stole my breath. He covered me completely, chest to my back, mouth at my ear while he f****d me harder, deeper, the slap of skin on skin loud in the room. “This cunt is mine now,” he rasped. “Say it.” “It’s yours Daddy, it’s yours” He reached around and found my c**t again, rubbing in time with his thrusts until a second climax ripped through me, stronger than the first. I sobbed his name into the sheets. His rhythm finally broke; he slammed in deep one last time and came with a guttural sound, pulsing inside me, holding me tight through every spurt. For a long moment neither of us moved. His weight pinned me, his breath hot against the back of my neck, his c**k still buried and twitching. Eventually he eased out, rolled us onto our sides, and pulled me back against his chest. One heavy arm banded around my waist. His mouth brushed my temple. “You’re not leaving this bed tonight,” he murmured, voice still rough. “And tomorrow… we talk about what ‘mine’ actually means.” I turned my head just enough to catch his mouth in a slower, deeper kiss, already feeling him start to harden against me again. I just let this man f**k me. I didn't even know his name and I gave him my virginity, but I can't tell him that. I won't tell him that.