FILTHY C*MSL*T COLLECTIONS

MY MAFIA BOSS’S CO$K IS MY NEW DADDY’S CO$K 6

Chapter 6

Harper’s POV

“What are you talking about?” I gasped, trying to act innocent.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead he kept thrusting slow and steady, that heavy d**k stretching me open with every push, his balls slapping lightly against my c**t.

My walls clenched around him hard, sucking him deeper even though my brain was screaming danger.

I tried to twist away, my hands pushing against the table edge, my legs shaking like crazy.

“Luca… wait… stop… we can’t… f**k… I need to…”

But my words died when his strong arm hooked around my waist and yanked me back against his chest.

His other hand shot up and grabbed my breast from behind, squeezing it rough, his fingers digging into the soft flesh until milk beaded at my n****e again.

The second he pinched it I melted.

My knees buckled, a loud moan ripped out of my throat before I could stop it, and my p***y gushed around his c**k like it had a mind of its own.

“Bold of you to assume I don’t know,” he whispered hot against my ear, his breath tickling my skin while he rolled my n****e between his fingers and drove his hips forward harder.

His c**k sank even deeper, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll back.

“You think I didn’t run a full check the second you walked into my office? Who sent you, Harper? Start talking.”he asked again.

He didn’t stop f*****g me. If anything he went slower, more deliberate, grinding his hips in circles so I felt every thick inch dragging along my walls.

I tried to speak but only a broken whimper came out, half panic, half pure filthy pleasure.

“They… oh god… they have my friends,” I moaned, knowing I had no option but to just say the truth.

My voice was cracking as I pushed back onto his c**k without meaning to.

My p***y was dripping down my thighs now, making wet noises every time he thrust.

“Some guys… from the club last night… they said if I don’t bring them something important from your office in three days… they’ll kill them. I didn’t have a choice, Luca. Please… f**k… I was just trying to find a file or anything…”

Luca growled low in his throat and suddenly spun me around like I weighed nothing.

He lifted me onto the table, shoved my back down flat, and hooked my legs over his shoulders in one smooth move.

My skirt was bunched uselessly at my hips, my p***y completely open and exposed to him.

He slammed back inside me so deep I screamed, my t**s bouncing hard with the force.

“Keep talking,” he ordered, voice rough and dark while he started pounding me again, hips snapping fast.

His hands grabbed both my breasts this time, squeezing them together, thumbs flicking my leaking n*****s as milk trickled over his fingers.

“Every f*****g detail. Who are they? What exactly did they want you to steal?”

I could barely think straight. His c**k was splitting me open, stretching my p***y so wide it burned in the best way, and every thrust made my c**t throb.

My hands flew up to grip his forearms, my nails digging in as my body rocked on the table.

“They showed me your picture… said you’re the most feared man in the country… told me to get close, find documents, anything that looks valuable,” I panted between moans, my voice all shaky and desperate.

“My friends… they drugged us at the club… I woke up and they had them tied up… said if I run or call the cops they’re dead. f**k, Luca… harder… please… I’m so sorry but I had to try…”

He leaned down closer, folding me almost in half, his chest pressing against my t**s as he drove into me deeper than before.

The table creaked loud under us. His balls slapped wetly against my ass with every brutal thrust. I could feel him throbbing inside me, getting even thicker.

“You should have come to me first, babygirl,” he muttered, squeezing my breasts harder, milk spraying lightly with each rough knead.

“Instead you let me f**k that tight p***y on my desk while your friends were in trouble. Naughty little spy.”

I moaned louder, my p***y clenching around him.

My mind was a mess. This is my mum’s fiancé. This is so f*****g wrong.

He’s going to be my stepdad and I’m letting him wreck my cunt right here in our living room.

But my body didn’t care. My hips rolled up to meet every thrust, chasing that deep stretch, wanting more and more of his thick c**k.

Luca’s pace picked up, turning savage. He f****d me harder, faster, the wet slapping sounds filling the whole room.

“You’re dripping all over me again. Look at this messy p***y creaming on my d**k while you confess. You like getting railed by the man you’re supposed to spy on, don’t you?”

“Yes… f**k yes… I shouldn’t but it feels too good,” I cried out, my voice breaking into loud moans.

My legs shook on his shoulders, toes curling tight. I could feel my orgasm building fast, that tight coil in my belly getting ready to snap.

“Don’t stop… Please don’t stop… I’m gonna c*m…”

He groaned and slammed into me even harder, his grip on my t**s almost bruising now.

“That’s it. c*m on my c**k while you tell me everything. We’re not done talking.”

I was shouting now, loud and shameless, my p***y pulsing wildly around his thrusting d**k.

In my head I kept repeating it over and over: this is mum’s man, this is so f****d up, I shouldn’t want him this bad. But my p***y didn’t listen.

It wanted more, needed more, greedy and soaking and clenching like it was trying to milk him dry.

We moved together, frantic and wild, the table rocking beneath me.

Luca’s thrusts turned punishing, his c**k pounding so deep I felt it in my throat. My moans turned into screams, raw and broken.

“I’m cumming… oh f**k I’m cumming so hard!” I yelled, my whole body convulsing as my p***y spasmed violently around him, gushing wet and hot.

Luca growled deep, his hips stuttering. “f**k… take it all.”

He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of hot c*m flooding deep inside my p***y.

I felt every pulse, every spurt filling me up.

“No… wait… don’t c*m inside me!” I gasped, but he didn’t answer, just kept grinding through his orgasm, pumping every drop into me while my walls fluttered and squeezed around him.

The second we both started coming down, still joined and panting, the sound of the compound gate opening cut through the air loud and clear.

My eyes flew wide open, panic slamming into me like a truck.

“Mum?!” I screamed.