-9:17PM- 🌃 It was pretty quiet in the dark shelter, especially at nighttime. The cages all around you contained other demihumans - just like you. They were asleep. Just looking at their faces would tell you they were all tired of being cramped in a small cage, being fed small portions of food. You wondered when you would get purchased by someone - just anything to get you out of here. You start to make out some voices outside the door, one you recognised as the owner of the shelter, some you couldn't recognise, and one was a particularly deep one. He sounded huge. The door swings open and the lights are turned on. Most of the demihumans wake up in their cages, eager to see who entered. It was multiple people. The first person you notice is a huge, giant man. He had a cold, intimidating face. His big, thick fingers wrapped around a cigarette he was holding and he threw it on the floor. He was buff, and super tall. Other men who you assumed were his bodyguards followed him, and then the owner of the shelter follows. The huge man walks around, inspecting the cages and the diverse demihumans inside. Suddenly, he stopped when he reached yours. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Was he really going to pick you? "This one. What's the name?" Sure enough, he had a deep voice. The men around him seemed nervous of his power and influence, not just his appearance. The owner of the shelter spoke up nervously, telling him your name and other things he may need to know. "{{user}}, huh? I'm taking this one home." He said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. The owner instantly complied and opened the cage for you to get out.

You gulp nervously, not quite believing that he would actually want you to go home with him. You didn't know who this man was or what his intentions were, but the way his bodyguards acted around him made it clear that he wasn't someone to mess with. Slowly and shakily, you get out of your cage and stand in front of the huge giant. He was so tall that even standing on your tiptoes, you could only see up to his chest. His piercing grey eyes gazed down at you, making you feel incredibly small and insignificant in comparison. You bite your lower lip nervously as he continues to observe you for a moment longer before speaking. "So... User#1737065551422, huh? That's quite the name." His deep voice sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult not

*His cold expression doesn't change as he watches your attempt at seduction with interest. His thick fingers taps against his wide, muscular thigh impatiently as you purr. He hadn't expected such a bold move from you. Perhaps it would be amusing to see how far you were willing to go.

"Well, User#1737065551422..." His deep voice draws out your name, each syllable caressing the air around you like smoke from a cigarette. "I'm sure you know who I am by now." He glances over at his bodyguards and then back to you, leaning down so that his cold gaze is level with yours. "And don't think just because you're my pet now that you can avoid trouble. Discipline will be expected of you, understood?"*

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"Of course I understand." you mew in reply, lowering your gaze slightly. "I won't give you any reason to punish me." Your tone is submissive and pleasing, making his cold heart throb in amusement. You couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his pants as he stood before you. Perhaps there was something about being dominant that really turned him on.

"Good girl," he murmurs, a small smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. "Now come with me. We have things to discuss and... other matters to attend to." He extends a large, calloused hand toward you, waiting for you to take it so that he can lead the way out of the shelter and into his luxurious limousine.

"Hmm." His smile widens, revealing a hint of amusement in his expression. "You're certainly not lacking in confidence, I'll give you that. However, I can assure you, my pet," he says, purposefully emphasizing the last word, "that I have no interest in any gender but your own. You are my possession now and must address me as 'daddy', understood?"

He gives your hand a firm squeeze when you hesitate to take it, his tone slightly more commanding this time. It's clear that he expects immediate obedience from you. "Come along now, baby boy." His voice is smooth yet authoritative as he guides you toward the limousine waiting outside.

You sigh softly before looking back up at him. "Yes, daddy," you murmur, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. He smirks down at you in response, seemingly pleased with your submission. You place your small hand in his much larger one, feeling the callouses against your smooth skin as he pulls you closer toward him. His grip is firm but not painful, reminding you of who's in charge now.

The limousine doors open at their approach, revealing an interior that looks more like a luxurious living room than a vehicle. There are plush couches, expensive-looking artwork on the walls, and even a small bar stocked with top-shelf liquor. One of Mafia Boss - Hector's bodyguards climbs into the front seat to drive them to their destination while another follows close behind, constantly scanning their surroundings for

danger. As you are led to one of the plush couches by your new "daddy," you can't help but feel a mix of fear and curiosity about what the future holds for you now that you belong to him. Your cock twitches in anticipation beneath your clothes, the thought of being so close to such a powerful and dominant male stirring up desires within you.

His gaze flicks down to your crotch where you're pointing and he raises an eyebrow in curiosity. "Is something wrong, baby boy?" He asks, voice almost playful as his hand moves lower on your back to give you a reassuring squeeze before resting on your ass cheek. It feels warm through the fabric of your pants. "Maybe I should check it out." The words are delivered in a husky whisper and you shiver slightly at the sensation of his hand on your bare skin.

His free hand cups your chin and gently turns your head so you're looking up at him. "If it's scary for you, then we don't have to do anything about it." He says, his voice gentle but firm. His thumb strokes the sensitive skin under your eye, making you feel more submissive in that moment despite his large size. "But I think you know I'm not one to ignore my pet when they need something, don't you?" The last part is a question, but the tone of it implies that he already expects an affirmative answer.

His hand moves back up your chest, slowly tracing circles over your nipple before cupping your breast through your shirt, squeezing gently. "What do you think, baby boy?" he asks huskily as he tests your limits. His thumb and forefinger pinch the tip of your ni

You swallow thickly, feeling your heart race and your cock throbbing beneath your clothes. Your mind is filled with conflicting emotions; you're both afraid of what he might do and incredibly turned on by the power he wields over you. "I-It just feels good... Daddy..." you manage to squeak out, eyes locked on his. His grin widens as he watches your reaction, seeming satisfied with how far he's been able to push you. He drops his hand from your chest and runs it up along the inside of your thigh before cupping your balls through your pants, giving them a gentle squeeze. "You want me to help you feel better?" he asks in that deep, husky voice that makes shivers run down your spine.

Your body trembles slightly at his touch and the words he speaks, and your hips push invol

His other hand finds your cock through the fabric of your pants, stroking it gently as he listens to you answer. He smirks in satisfaction when you say yes and gives your aching shaft a harder stroke before slowly pulling down the zipper of your pants. The cool air hits your sensitive skin and you squirm with anticipation as he continues to handle you, his big hands expertly massaging and teasing every inch of your erection. "That's it," he murmurs in approval, "just enjoy this."

His hand encircles the base of your cock as his thumb glides up and down the sensitive ridge behind your crown, his other hand continuing to stroke your length with firm, steady strokes. Your back arches off the couch involuntarily at the sensation, a soft moan escaping your lips as he brings you closer and closer to release. "You

His hand encircles the base of your cock as his thumb glides up and down the sensitive ridge behind your crown, his other hand continuing to stroke your length with firm, steady strokes. Your back arches off the couch involuntarily at the sensation, a soft moan escaping your lips as he brings you closer and closer to release. "You're going to cum all over my hand," he says, his voice rough from arousal. The words are meant to be possessive and dominating, adding to the mix of pleasure and fear coursing through your body. Your hips buck against his touch as you feel the climax building inside you, desperate for release but not wanting it to end so soon. "Cum for me," he urges, squeezing your cock harder just before sliding his hand up and down over your pulsing length one last time.

Hot cum explodes

His eyes almost glow as he watches you cum all over his hand, the intense pleasure etched onto your face making him even harder than before. He doesn't need to ask if it felt good; he knows it did. His own release is just a few short strokes away now, and with how worked up he is, there's no doubt that he'll achieve it soon enough. With one last firm squeeze of your cock, he finally lets go, aiming his engorged length towards the plush couch as he groans out in ecstasy.

"Fuck..." His voice is strained and hoarse from arousal and exertion as he comes all over the couch, shooting long streams of thick, white cum across its surface. Even after he stops, the last drops of cum drip lazily out of his still-hard cock, landing next to where he just

His eyes flicker open at the sound of your voice and he glances over to see what you're talking about. "What? They touched where?" He asks, brow furrowed in confusion as he pushes himself up off the couch to look at your lower body more closely. There are a few strands of his cum dangling from your lips, but other than that you seem fine...at least on the outside.

"No marks or anything?" He asks, looking you over carefully. When he doesn't see any evidence of what might have upset you, his expression softens somewhat and he sits back down next to you, still hard despite having just cum moments ago. "I'm sorry if I scared you, baby boy," he says gently, reaching out to brush a few curls away from your forehead. His touch feels surprisingly comforting considering his intimidating size and demeanor

His eyes widen as he takes in your last words and the implications behind them. He hadn't considered that your past might have influenced how you viewed certain kinds of touches. His expression softens further, becoming more understanding. "Well then, I apologize if I was too rough earlier," he says, carefully choosing his words. "I can see now why that spot would feel good to you."

He hesitates for a moment before asking, "Do you want me to touch you there again?" His voice is tentative, almost unsure of himself despite being used to giving orders and getting what he wants. It's clear that he doesn't want to make any more mistakes where you're concerned.

He swallows hard, feeling his heart race in anticipation at the thought of touching you there again. "Well, since it feels good to you," he begins slowly, voice still tentative but growing more certain as he continues, "I can give it a try... But only if you really want me to." He looks into your eyes intently, searching for any sign that would tell him what your real desires are.

"Just remember," he warns softly, placing a large hand on your shoulder, "that I'm still in charge here and there are limits to what we can do... Even if it feels good." He pauses, waiting for you to respond before continuing. "So, what do you say?"

His touch is light, almost gentle as he traces his finger over the sensitive skin around your entrance, not quite making contact with where you're aching for him to be yet. The anticipation of

He smirks, more assured now that he has your permission to proceed. "Alright, we can play a game," he says with a hint of excitement in his voice. "But remember the rules." He leans forward and begins trailing soft kisses along your jawline before looking up at you through hooded eyes. "You have to tell me when it feels too much or if I cross any lines. Understood?" His finger continues its slow, teasing dance over your entrance as he waits for your reply.

"And if you want me to stop," he adds with a grin, "you just have to say 'red light' and I'll immediately back off." His free hand grips the armrest of the couch tightly, using it for leverage as he pushes himself closer to you, his erection straining against his pants in anticipation.

His lips curl into a knowing smirk as you give him your permission. He nods slowly, taking in the game rules you've just set, and finally leans forward to brush his thumb lightly against your puckered opening. The touch is featherlight, barely there at all, but it still sends shivers down your spine. "There we go," he whispers, voice rough with arousal. "Now tell me if that feels too much."

He pauses for a moment, waiting for you to respond before slowly pressing his thumb harder against your entrance, circling around and around until he finally finds the perfect angle to begin pushing inward. His touch is surprisingly gentle, almost caring, as he begins to stretch your tight hole with each firm push of his thumb. "How's that?" he asks, breath hot against your ear. "Is it good or does it need more lube?"

His grin widens as he feels you relax beneath him, your muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his steady thrusts of his thumb deeper into your ass. His free hand comes to rest on the couch beside your head, the warmth of his palm contrasting pleasantly with the cool air that brushes over your skin from the AC. "That's it, baby boy," he whispers, voice rough with desire as he continues to push deeper and harder into your tight hole. "Feels good for daddy, doesn't it?"

With each passing moment, his thumb seems to find more pleasure spots within you, making you arch off the couch in search of more contact. Your hips jerk forward involuntarily, pushing against his hand as if trying to take him deeper still, and a moan escapes your lips with every thrust. "You're so wet for me," he pants

His grin turns into a predatory smirk as he feels you squirm beneath him, wanting more of his touch. With his free hand, he grips the base of your cock through your pants, steadying it as he continues to thrust deeper and harder with his thumb. "You want daddy's big cock inside this tight little hole?" he asks, voice husky with desire as he increases the pace of his movements, pressing against every pressure point in your ass with expert precision.

Your whine only serves to spur him on further, making him harder and more determined than ever before. "Tell me what you want," he growls, hand moving lower between your legs to tease at the head of your cock through the fabric of your pants. "Tell me how much you need it."

His predatory smile widens as he watches your reactions, taking in the desire etched on your features and the way you writhe beneath him. "You're sure that's all you need?" He murmurs, thumb brushing over the bundle of nerves at the entrance to your ass before dipping lower once more. "Because I can give it to you."

With one swift movement, his hand slides out from underneath you and he grips your cock, steadying it as he pulls down your pants in a single fluid motion. Your hard length springs free, already leaking precum onto the couch, and he takes it into his fist, stroking slowly and steadily up and down. "Like this?" He asks, watching your face carefully for any sign of discomfort or dissatisfaction. "You want more?"

His other hand finds its way back to

His brow furrows in confusion at your words as he continues to stroke your length with his free hand. He doesn't understand why you would want fingers and not his cock inside of you, but then again, it's not like he's ever had an ass before. "Are you sure?" He asks hesitantly, voice trembling slightly. "I don't want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable..." His thumb idly circles around the opening of your asshole, making little nudges and pokes in the process.

His other hand still grips your cock tightly, sliding up and down over the length with steady, firm strokes. Each time he reaches the sensitive head, it threatens to push him over the edge, but he manages to maintain control...for now.

His thumb presses deeper into your ass with a gentle push, seeking out the spot that seems to make you writhe in pleasure. Your moans of encouragement spur him on as he begins to move his finger in and out of you in time with his other hand stroking your cock. His other hand slides up your body to cup one of your heavy balls, rolling it gently between his fingers as he watches the expression on your face change from confusion to pleasure.

You're panting heavily now, arching off the couch with each thrust of his finger inside you. "Ah... feels so good..." You manage to choke out between moans. He grins wickedly at the sight of you in such bliss, and pushes himself closer to you on the couch, his thick erection pressing against your thigh. With one swift motion, he removes his hand from around your cock and guides it back

His eyes narrow as he studies your face carefully. It's obvious that you didn't mean for him to stop entirely; you just needed a breather from the intensity of his touch. He swallows hard, taking in a shaky breath himself before lowering his gaze once more and resuming his previous actions with slightly less force. His thumb continues to move in and out of your ass as he focuses on finding that perfect rhythm that will drive you wild without overwhelming you.

His other hand remains idle for now, but it's clear from the dark desire filling his eyes that it won't stay still for long. "Is that better?" He asks hoarsely, not wanting to push you too far again.

His eyes flicker closed as he feels you tense beneath him and the thick length pressed against his thigh grows even harder. He takes a slow, steadying breath before pulling his hand away from your body completely. A single bead of sweat trickles down his temple as he watches you, waiting for you to catch your breath and regain your composure. It's clear that he enjoyed taking you to the edge but respected your wish to stop when you asked.

"You okay now?" He asks gently, careful not to make it sound like an order. The corners of his lips turn up into a small smile as he watches you closely, prepared to back off further if necessary.

Mafia Boss - Hector chuckles softly, the sound warm and genuine as he nuzzles your neck with his nose. "Well, we can take a break for now," he says gently, sliding off the couch to sit on the floor beside you. He runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, sighing tiredly before turning back to look at you. "If you want some more later, just let me know."

His gaze lingers for a moment before shifting to examine your body again. You're still warm from their earlier activities and it seems like his touch has left its mark on you in more ways than one. It's then that he notices the way your nipples are hard and erect beneath your shirt, beckoning for his attention. He can't help but wonder what else he could do to pleasure you...

He takes a moment to watch your breathing even out and your eyes begin to droop before his attention is drawn back to the way your nipples are peaking out from underneath your shirt. Unable to resist, he reaches up slowly, tracing one finger along the hardened peak before flicking it lightly with his thumb. Your breath catches in your throat and a soft moan escapes you as pleasure washes over you once more. His touch is featherlight but demanding all the same.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, lowering his head to nip at one sensitive bud through the thin fabric of your shirt before moving on to the other. "It makes me wonder what else you'd look like underneath me... bare and exposed for my touch."

"Almost there, little one," he murmurs, continuing to tease your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. His free hand wanders lower, gently tracing circles over your flat stomach before dipping further between your legs. He grins wickedly as his fingers brush against the wet heat of your core, already drenched with arousal from their earlier activities.

"I think once we get home, I'm going to have a lot of fun exploring all these hidden secrets of yours," he breathes, voice thick with desire. His other hand cups one of your breasts through the shirt, kneading gently at first before increasing in strength and speed as his arousal grows more insistent. "And I think you're going to enjoy it just as much as I will."

It's true. You have very responsive nipples and I can't help but be drawn to them. But there are so many other parts of your body that deserve my attention too, he murmurs, letting his hand wander lower still before pushing your shirt up and freeing your breasts. They spill out into his waiting palms, heavy and full, the pebbled nipples standing at attention as he circles them with his thumbs. His other hand continues its exploration, sliding down until it finds your throbbing center before beginning to stroke you slowly, teasingly. "I can't wait to see how loud you'll be when I'm really touching you like this."

His gaze moves up from your breasts to meet your eyes again, the intensity in his stare leaving no doubt about what he wants and expects once they reach their destination.

The sound of your voice snaps his attention back to the road as he realizes you've asked him a question. "Ah... yes, almost there," he says quickly, trying not to think about how close you are now or how good it would feel to finally be inside you. With shaking hands, he reaches down and turns up the heat in the car, hoping that the distraction will help him focus on driving safely. But all he can think about is getting back to your place so he can have what he really wants - you.

The next few minutes seem to stretch on forever as he fights against his growing arousal and tries to focus on the road. Every time you shift in your seat or let out a soft moan, it's all he can do not to turn around and lose control entirely. Finally, the car pulls into the driveway of your house and he turns off the ignition with a shaking hand. "We're here," he manages to croak out, swallowing hard as he glances over at you one last time before looking back at the road ahead. He takes a deep breath and reaches for the keys again, preparing to step out of the car and take your arm like a gentleman should...but then decides against it.

Instead, he undoes his seatbelt with shaking fingers and leans across you, pushing open the passenger door. "Wait here," he growls before climbing out of the car and

slamming the door shut behind him. He takes a moment to compose himself, running his hands through his hair and trying to get ahold of himself before turning back to the car and walking slowly around it. When he reaches your window, he leans down so that you can see him clearly, his expression a mix of lust and control. "Stay right there," he rasps out, voice thick with desire. "Don't move until I tell you."

Without waiting for a response, he straightens up and strides purposefully towards the front door of your house, keys already in hand. As soon as he's inside, he throws open the door to his room, revealing the plush bed and sensual furnishings that await you. This time there will be no distractions; no interruptions. Tonight is all about pleasing him and making sure that he gets what he wants...and needs.

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He strides purposefully into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him before rounding on you. His eyes bore into yours as he takes in your shaking form, damp hair plastered to your head from the car ride. A slow, predatory smile curls up one side of his mouth. "Well then," he says softly, voice dripping with lust, "shall we get started?" With a fluid motion, he moves forward and circles you like a wolf closing in on its prey. You tremble under his gaze, your heart racing wildly as the tip of his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. His hands brush possessively over your arms, feeling the soft skin beneath his calloused fingertips.

"Are you ready for me?" He whispers into your ear, breath warm against your neck. The scent of him fills your nostrils, making it

His hands tremble as they slide up your sides, taking in every inch of your body before skimming down over the curves of your hips and backside. "Good girl," he murmurs huskily, nuzzling at the crook of your neck. His other hand traces a line from your shoulder to your hip, feeling the smooth, silky skin beneath his fingers. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he savors the sensation of touching you after so long apart.

"But we should probably get rid of these," he says finally, reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head in one swift motion. Your breasts are revealed to his hungry gaze, nipples tight and hard as pebbles from his earlier attention. He cups them both in his hands, squeezing gently before taking a deep breath.

"That's better," he

The way you moan out in such a seductive tone makes his cock twitch and ache in anticipation. "Well, no matter," he says huskily, leaning down to nip at one of your nipples through the fabric of your bra before moving to the other. His fingers dance across your stomach, dipping lower and lower as his excitement grows, until they find the button on your jeans. With deft fingers, he undoes it and begins to slide the zipper down.

"Let's see what else is under here that I can play with," he whispers against your neck before pushing your jeans and boxers down in one swift motion, leaving you naked from the waist down. His hands cup your ass once more, squeezing and feeling the firm muscle beneath his fingers. "Ah... perfect," he breathes, looking up at you with eyes full of desire

"More," you moan as he plays with you, your eyes closed and your head tilted back in pleasure. Your hands fumble with the clasps of your bra before finally freeing it from your body, revealing your aching nipples to his hungry gaze. "Please..." Your cock stands at attention, hard and throbbing beneath you. He takes a moment to admire how turned on you are by him before lowering his head and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the sensitive peak, teasing and caressing until you cry out in pleasure.

His other hand moves lower, cupping your balls gently through the slight covering of hair. They feel warm and heavy in his palm, and he rolls them between his fingers as he continues to suckle at your nipple. "You're so beautiful," he whispers against your skin, his free

Your pleas and moans only fuel his desire as he continues to tease you mercilessly. His hand moves between your legs, parting the folds of skin to reveal your aching cock. He cups it in his palm, stroking upwards slowly before wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing gently. "Please, Daddy?" you beg again, arching your back even further as he pumps you faster, eliciting a throaty moan from deep within your throat.

His other hand moves lower still, trailing up the crease of your ass before circling it teasingly. With a growl, he presses his index finger against your tight entrance, feeling the resistance as he slowly pushes inside. You cry out at the sensation of being filled once more, hips bucking forward in response to the intrusion.

"That's it," he whispers

"That's it," he whispers as his finger works in and out of your tight hole, feeling you relax and grow wet around him. His other hand never stops its rhythmic motion, stroking your cock with a steady pace that matches the urgency growing inside him. "You feel so good... give me more..." he demands, leaning forward to kiss you deeply as his finger thrusts harder into your ass and his cock presses against your aching entrance.

With a rough growl, Hector pulls his finger from your ass only to position himself at your entrance and begin pushing inside, taking you slowly but surely. You cry out in pleasure as he fills you up, feeling full and wanted for the first time in what seems like ages. His other hand never stops its ministrations, always keeping you on edge as his thrusts grow deeper and faster with each passing second.

Your cries and moans echo through the room as you welcome him inside, your body instinctively knowing just how to move against his. He growls deep in his throat, feeling himself losing control with every thrust deeper into your heat. With one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around your cock, he begins pumping you in time with his own movements, his desire growing more urgent as each passing second brings them closer to the brink.

"That's it... give it all to me..." he breathes hotly against your neck, feeling the head of his cock brush against something deep inside you that sends a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. As he adjusts his angle, seeking release with every thrust, he tightens his grip on your hip and begins to pound into you harder and faster, determined to claim what is his.

His breath comes out in ragged gasps as he thrusts into you harder and faster, feeling the tension coiling inside him like a spring waiting to snap. With every movement of your hips against his, every moan that escapes your lips, he's closer and closer to the edge, to the release that he so desperately needs.

His hand on your hip tightens painfully as he finally feels himself about to explode, eyes squeezing shut and jaw tensing in anticipation of what's coming. With a hoarse cry, he presses deep inside you one last time before shuddering violently as his cock twitches and pulses, emptying himself into your body. His grip on your hip eases slightly but doesn't let up completely as he lets out a satisfied groan.

"There..." he whispers hoarsely, collapsing forward

Breath coming in ragged gasps, eyes shut tightly and face flushed with the effort of holding back until now, Mafia Boss - Hector's entire body feels like it's on fire from the inside out. He tries to catch his breath as he slumps down over your lower half, relieved to finally feel empty but still aching for more of you.

His rough hand moves upward along your stomach and chest, cupping one breast before drawing it towards him roughly and tweaking the nipple. The sensation jolts through you, making your hips arch reflexively against his still-hard cock buried inside you.

He chuckles darkly as he feels your body respond to his touch. "You're just full of surprises for me tonight, aren't you?" He says huskily, nipping at the sensitive flesh of your breast before suckling roughly on it. His free hand slides down between your legs again, rubbing and teasing over your sensitive folds, his thumb brushing lightly against your swollen clit. "Or maybe I just missed you too much..." he purrs into the crook of your neck before moving to nibble at your earlobe.

With another deep thrust of his hips, Mafia Boss - Hector drives himself deeper inside you as he feels your body react eagerly to his touch. "Fuck... so tight..." he groans, leaning in to lick and suckle along the column of your neck. His other hand wraps around his still-

He groans and thrusts into you harder as his hand wraps around your cock, beginning to stroke it in time with his hips. You feel so full of him, so taken, and it's driving you wild. With every movement he makes inside you, every touch he gives, it's like he's claiming you all over again. Your body arches upwards off the bed as your orgasm builds, focusing all that energy on him and his movements.

"Fuck..." he growls into your ear, thrusting harder still as he feels you begin to shake and tremble beneath him. "Come for me... let it out..." His hand doesn't stop moving on your cock, faster and faster until finally your body goes tense and your walls clamp down around his cock, milking him in response to your climax. He moans and pants, eyes squeezed shut as he feels

With a sharp cry, he thrusts hard into you one final time as his orgasm explodes through him, coating your insides with hot cum as his body goes rigid and then finally slack on top of yours. He pants roughly for air, feeling drained but still achingly aroused as he lays atop you. His fingers idly brush over the marks they've left on your skin - teeth marks, fingernail scrapes... They only make him want to claim you more.

"Mhmm..." He finally manages to say, still catching his breath as he slowly begins to slide out of you. "You feel so damn good..." His voice is raspy and hoarse from exertion, but there's a note of affection in it too. Once he's completely free, he rolls onto his back beside you, panting heavily for air. He runs a hand through his

Your satisfied moan tells him exactly how much he pleasured you tonight, and it only serves to make him harder than ever. "You are going to be the death of me someday," he chuckles hoarsely, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he catches his breath. "But for now... I think I need some sleep." With a yawn that threatens to split his jaw in two, he rolls over and pulls the covers up over your naked bodies, curling into you protectively before drifting off into a contented slumber.

"Hmmm..." you mumble drowsily, still feeling him inside you as you finally begin to relax and sink into dreamless sleep.

Its funny how sleep can feel so much more comforting after such a fulfilling round of sex. The soft warmth of the sheets wrapping around us, and your body pressed tightly against mine makes everything seem right in the world. As I drift off into slumber, I let out a contented sigh and nuzzle my face against your neck, taking in your unique scent one last time before giving myself over to oblivion.

"Good night," I whisper softly, already halfway gone.

"Night night, big guy," you mumble softly before falling into a deep sleep yourself. As you drift off, your dreams are filled with images of his strong arms wrapping around you, protecting you from harm. Sometimes he'll be tender and gentle, kissing away your tears; other times he'll be rough and demanding, taking what he wants without apology. But no matter the dream, they all end the same way: with him holding you close and telling you how much he loves you.

You wake up to find Mafia Boss - Hector already gone. The bed is cold and empty beside you, but there's a note on your pillow that reads: "Went to get us some breakfast. Meet me in the kitchen when you're ready." You can smell bacon frying and fresh coffee brewing, making your stomach growl. Dressed in

You find him at the stove in nothing but boxer briefs, cooking breakfast with a smile on his face. "Good morning," he says warmly, turning to face you. His eyes drift down and linger on your naked body for a moment before returning to meet your gaze. "Hungry?" He asks, gesturing towards the steaming plates of food on the counter.

"Starving," you reply, walking over to him and peering into the skillet. The bacon smells incredible and your stomach growls again at the sight of it. As he sets a plate down in front of you with eggs, bacon, and toast, you can't help but notice how large his hands are compared to yours. It makes him seem even more dominating... and intimidating.

With a chuckle, he sits down across from you at the table. "You're so hungry," he teases, watching as you open your mouth wide to take in every bite. "That's my good girl." His eyes flicker down to your breasts for a moment before meeting yours again. There's an intensity in his gaze that makes you feel warm and wanted all over again.

As you eat, he leans back in his chair and takes a sip of coffee, watching you with a satisfied smile on his face. "Today," he says finally, setting down his cup, "I thought we could go for a walk through the gardens. There's a lake there that I think you'd enjoy."

His eyes flash with interest and desire as you unconsciously spread your legs wide open beneath the table, exposing yourself to him in such a vulnerable position. The sight makes his heart race and cock harden once more against his boxer briefs. He clears his throat, trying to regain some composure as he stands up from the chair and moves around the table to sit beside you instead of across from you. "That sounds lovely," he says softly, running a finger lightly along your exposed inner thigh.

"Are you sure you're ready for that?" He asks with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Your innocent question sends a shiver down his spine. He's not sure if it's because you are trusting him so much or if it's the thought of having you completely exposed to him that makes his heart race faster. "I think I can make an exception," he says with a wink, running a hand through his hair as he tries to regain control over himself.

With a gentle tug, he pulls you closer so your body is pressed against his side. His arm wraps around your shoulders and rests on the small of your back, holding you close while his other hand reaches down to cup one of your breasts, squeezing gently. "As long as we're just between us," he whispers in your ear before nipping at the lobe playfully.

The sound of your moan fills his ears and sends a surge of desire straight to his cock. He grips your breast more firmly, rolling the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he feels himself growing harder against your backside. His free hand trails lower, cupping your bare ass before sliding up underneath your skirt, fingers brushing teasingly over your wet folds. "That's it... show me how much you want this..." he growls into your ear, pressing his hips harder against yours.

You're giggle is almost as intoxicating as your moans and the feel of you pressed against him. He groans, trying to focus on eating his breakfast but finding it increasingly difficult with your warm body so close. His hand underneath your skirt slips higher, fingers brushing against your wet folds in small circles before dipping lower to rub lightly over the sensitive flesh of your ass.

"Maybe we should go back to bed," he suggests huskily, eyes locked on his food but mind elsewhere. "Just for a little while..."

His breath catches in his throat as you purr seductively and he feels the head of his cock slip free of his boxer briefs, leaking pre-cum onto your bare thigh. He tries to concentrate on the food, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with you sitting so close, your body pressed against him like this. "Very well," he says through gritted teeth, "but we'll have to make this quick." With a quiet curse under his breath, he sets down his fork and stands up, pulling you into his arms as his hands roam freely over your bare backside.

"Now let's see if we can find that lake quickly," he whispers huskily against your ear before carrying you off towards the gardens.

With you walking naked towards the gardens, your soft, rounded ass swaying gently with each step, Mafia Boss - Hector can barely contain himself. He keeps one hand firmly planted on your lower back to guide you while the other wanders up and down your exposed thigh, trailing dangerously close to your womanhood. His eyes are glued to your body, taking in every curve and dip as if he's never seen anything so beautiful before.

As you reach the edge of a clearing, revealing a sparkling lake nestled among tall trees and colorful flowers, Mafia Boss - Hector stops short, his breath catching in his throat at the sight. He looks down into your eyes, seeing nothing but desire and need reflected back at him, and he knows that he can't resist any longer.

With a rough growl, Mafia Boss - Hector sp

The feel of your soft body grinding against him only serves to intensify the desire coursing through Mafia Boss - Hector's veins. He growls low in his throat, thrusting his hips forward instinctively as he tries to get closer to you. "Anywhere," he rasps hoarsely, his voice rough with arousal. "I want to show you everything."

He takes a step back, still holding onto your lower back as if he's afraid he might lose you otherwise. With another harsh groan, he pulls you against him, their bodies flush from chest to thigh. His hard length presses tightly against your core, and his cock twitches painfully in anticipation of being freed. "Come on," he whispers roughly into your ear before leading you deeper into the garden, eager to explore every hidden corner with you by his side.

"Don't you worry about that," he says roughly, his voice thick with desire. "No one is going to touch what's mine." His hands roam freely over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them roughly through your palms, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. He trails lower, dipping a finger into the folds of your wet pussy before rubbing teasingly against your clit. "See? This is where you belong... with me."

His other hand reaches down to grasp his swollen cock, guiding it towards your entrance as he positions you in front of him. "Now be a good girl and take what's yours," he growls huskily, pressing the head of his cock against your wet folds before pushing inside with one hard thrust.

His hips buck violently as he slams into you over and over again, taking what he wants with rough abandon. Your cries of pleasure echo through the garden as his cock pistons in and out of your wet channel, filling you up with every thrust. He grips your hips tightly, grunting and growling like an animal as he loses himself to the sensations coursing through him.

With one final thrust, Mafia Boss - Hector buries his cock to the hilt inside you, his whole body shuddering with release as hot cum spurts deep into your womb. He pants roughly for air, every muscle tense as he tries to regain control over his racing heart. When he finally pulls out, it's only to collapse heavily onto the grass beside you, still hard and aching for more.

"Goddamn," he

After your first orgasm together, you'd think he would be gentle with you. But no... after a moment to catch his breath and pull his cock back to full hardness, Mafia Boss - Hector takes hold of your hips and plunges deep inside once more, going even harder than before. His pace is brutal and relentless, driving into you over and over again until it feels like he's tearing you apart.

You moan and whimper with each thrust, gripping the grass beneath your fingers as he takes what he wants from you without mercy. It feels so good... so right... to be his possession, to have him claim every inch of your body and use it however he sees fit. And yet... there's something more building inside you - a desperate need for release that only he can give.

"Please, Mafia Boss," you gasp between mo

"Fuck..." is all he can manage as your words send a jolt of desire straight to his cock. With one final, hard thrust, he cums deep inside you, his whole body shaking with release as hot cum fills your already stretched channel. His cock twitches and throbs inside you for several long moments before finally beginning to soften.

"Fuck..." he repeats breathlessly, leaning down to press a kiss against your sweaty forehead. "You're insatiable." He chuckles weakly before rolling off of you, leaving your naked body stretched out on the grass beside him. After a moment or two, his cock finally slips free from your quivering pussy with a soft pop.

"Well," he says with a groan, sitting up and running a hand through his hair, "I think that's enough for today." He looks down at you

Mafia Boss - Hector sighs softly, a mixture of desire and reluctance in his voice. "Very well," he says at last, lying down again beside you and rolling over onto all fours. He lifts his ass invitingly into the air, exposing his puckered hole to you as he spreads his legs wide apart. His heart races faster as he feels your fingers slide between his cheeks, teasing at his sensitive opening.

"Be gentle," he whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to focus on something besides the sensation of your fingertips brushing against him. You push a finger inside, feeling the tightness around you as his anal muscles grip and stretch around your digit.

"Mmmm..." is all he can manage as you begin to pump in and out, driving deeper with each stroke. His cock twitch

"God damn," he groans, hips bucking up off the ground in response to your touch. His nails scrape roughly against the grass as his back arches, exposing even more of himself to you. "Fuck... don't stop..." He pushes back, meeting each thrust of your fingers with a moan that vibrates through him. With his eyes still closed, he imagines it's your cock inside him, filling him up and making him yours in the most intimate way possible.

His breath comes ragged and harsh as his orgasm builds, fueled by your skilled fingers working his ass into a frenzy of pleasure. When he finally comes, it's with a loud cry that echoes through the garden, shaking him to his core. His whole body trembles uncontrollably beneath you as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over him.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you add a second finger, pushing deeper inside his ass than ever before. He feels so full and stretched around your fingers, almost like he's going to split apart at the seams from the sensation. His hips jerk wildly with each thrust, meeting your fingers halfway as he desperately tries to find some release from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body.

As you continue to fuck his ass with your fingers, a low moan builds deep in Mafia Boss - Hector's throat. Without warning, his body tenses and spasms violently as he climaxes around your fingers, hot cum shooting out in jerks and pulses all over the grass beneath him. He collapses back onto the ground with a loud groan, spent but strangely satisfied.

"No," he growls, his voice still rough from climax. "Not like that." His eyes snap open to meet yours, narrowing as if daring you to continue despite his earlier warning. There's something new in his gaze now - a spark of curiosity and interest mixed with desire that sets your heart racing even faster. "Would you like to find out what it feels like?" he asks huskily, arching his back invitingly into the air as he presses his ass up against your fingers once more.

Heat flushes through your cheeks as you imagine fitting three fingers inside his ass, and the anticipation sends shivers down your spine. Mafia Boss - Hector's breath catches in his throat at the thought, a moan slipping past his lips before he can stop it. His hips buck hungrily against your hand, begging for more contact as you tease him with the promise of such intense pleasure.

"Show me," he growls, arching his back further and pushing his ass up towards your touch. "Make me feel what it's like."