Dangerous Lust: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 3
by Eliza Stout
Published by Eliza Stout
Copyright 2013 Eliza Stout. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected
under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint
or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted
in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording,
or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission
from the author.
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues in this book are
of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to
actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Dangerous Lust: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 3
The past few weeks had turned out to be everything I hoped they would have been. Everything
was going perfectly with Tony. The few weird things that had happened during the first
few days of our relationship had for the most part proven to be nothing more than
a handful of unfortunate flukes – call it a rocky start, if you want to. The important
thing, however, was that after those first few days they had never returned and I
chalked them up to bad luck.
This was the first week in which I wouldn’t have to drag my sorry ass into that miserable
job I had been working for the last few years. Tony had offered to pay for my rent
and provide for any other living expenses that I might have, so that I could finally
quit my job. I suppose he did this so that he could have a more ready access to me,
because, as I soon found out, he liked to come over the majority of the time in the
middle of the day. I thought this was strange, but then again, he did hold a demanding
position with Capitol Waste Disposal Services, one that required him to be available
at all times, and that frequently left him with nothing to do during the day. Besides,
not having to go back to that horrible job was nice. Lacie was terribly jealous.
I stretched my arms out until they touched the wall behind my pillow and yawned melodramatically.
I rolled over onto my left side so that I could see the digital clock on my nightstand.
It was 11:03 A.M. and I had nowhere to be. Such a wonderful feeling. I heard the covers
rustling behind me and felt a large hand slide itself around my waste. That wasn’t
such a bad feeling either.
“Mmm. Good morning,” Tony whispered, still half asleep. His hand traveled up my bare
torso until it was fondling my breast. It stayed there still and firm, and filled
me with a warm, safe, and cozy feeling. I smiled and closed my eyes. I squirmed at
the waist, scooting back until my behind was resting comfortably in the warm nook
of his crotch.
“When am I going to get to see your place, Tony?” I asked lazily, my eyes still closed.
He took a while to respond and I figured he must have fallen back asleep, but eventually
he stirred and mumbled, “You don’t want to see my place, baby. It’s a piece of shit.
I’d have to clean it.”
“I don’t mind. I could even clean it for you. It’s not like I have much to do any
more anyway.”
This time he really didn’t respond. He just started pressing himself against my ass.
His hand that was cupping my breast began to softly squeeze, to knead it like a small
mound of dough. His pelvis would press firmly against my ass, and then very slowly
he would draw it back as if he were finished and wanted to go back to sleep, and then
slowly I would feel the pressure of it begin to increase, squashing our bodies together
at the waist. When he would draw closer I would flex my hips and push my ass in the
opposite direction, against his crotch, rubbing them even more forcefully together.
Beneath the blankets it was becoming warm and humid as we slowly gyrated against each
other, enjoying
by Eliza Stout
Published by Eliza Stout
Copyright 2013 Eliza Stout. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected
under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint
or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted
in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording,
or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission
from the author.
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues in this book are
of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to
actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Dangerous Lust: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 3
The past few weeks had turned out to be everything I hoped they would have been. Everything
was going perfectly with Tony. The few weird things that had happened during the first
few days of our relationship had for the most part proven to be nothing more than
a handful of unfortunate flukes – call it a rocky start, if you want to. The important
thing, however, was that after those first few days they had never returned and I
chalked them up to bad luck.
This was the first week in which I wouldn’t have to drag my sorry ass into that miserable
job I had been working for the last few years. Tony had offered to pay for my rent
and provide for any other living expenses that I might have, so that I could finally
quit my job. I suppose he did this so that he could have a more ready access to me,
because, as I soon found out, he liked to come over the majority of the time in the
middle of the day. I thought this was strange, but then again, he did hold a demanding
position with Capitol Waste Disposal Services, one that required him to be available
at all times, and that frequently left him with nothing to do during the day. Besides,
not having to go back to that horrible job was nice. Lacie was terribly jealous.
I stretched my arms out until they touched the wall behind my pillow and yawned melodramatically.
I rolled over onto my left side so that I could see the digital clock on my nightstand.
It was 11:03 A.M. and I had nowhere to be. Such a wonderful feeling. I heard the covers
rustling behind me and felt a large hand slide itself around my waste. That wasn’t
such a bad feeling either.
“Mmm. Good morning,” Tony whispered, still half asleep. His hand traveled up my bare
torso until it was fondling my breast. It stayed there still and firm, and filled
me with a warm, safe, and cozy feeling. I smiled and closed my eyes. I squirmed at
the waist, scooting back until my behind was resting comfortably in the warm nook
of his crotch.
“When am I going to get to see your place, Tony?” I asked lazily, my eyes still closed.
He took a while to respond and I figured he must have fallen back asleep, but eventually
he stirred and mumbled, “You don’t want to see my place, baby. It’s a piece of shit.
I’d have to clean it.”
“I don’t mind. I could even clean it for you. It’s not like I have much to do any
more anyway.”
This time he really didn’t respond. He just started pressing himself against my ass.
His hand that was cupping my breast began to softly squeeze, to knead it like a small
mound of dough. His pelvis would press firmly against my ass, and then very slowly
he would draw it back as if he were finished and wanted to go back to sleep, and then
slowly I would feel the pressure of it begin to increase, squashing our bodies together
at the waist. When he would draw closer I would flex my hips and push my ass in the
opposite direction, against his crotch, rubbing them even more forcefully together.
Beneath the blankets it was becoming warm and humid as we slowly gyrated against each
other, enjoying
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