My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 188: 188/The Property of the Mafia

Chapter 188

Julie’s Point of View

I was moaning, letting out involuntary sounds from the depths of my soul. I had no control over anything in my body; every inch of me was under his dominance alone.

Suddenly, he stopped licking my pussy and stood up, his massive frame blocking the light from me. He reached out to me, and I took his hand with a trembling body. He sat me on the edge of the bed and placed my hands on his belt; I understood immediately that he wanted me to undo it.

I opened the belt with extremely shaky fingers, then slowly undid the button of his pants. I looked into his dark eyes, and he leaned over me, kissing me with a force that made my head spin.

His tongue explored my mouth with a boldness and skill that made me lose my balance. He pulled his lips away slightly and said in a resonant voice, ”Do you still want to learn more?”

”Yes,” I said with an eagerness laced with fear.

He stood fully upright while I reached out again to unzip his fly, which was stretched so tight I felt it was on the verge of tearing. His dick was prominently erect under the fabric, and as soon as I opened it, his large, massive dick appeared right before my eyes.

Damn it! Its size looked manifold larger up close; it was long, thick, and the veins were frighteningly prominent. I touched it with my fingertips, and it hardened even more under my touch.

At that moment, a bitter truth hit me: it’s impossible for this dick to fit inside me!

Sudden terror washed over me, and I felt a sharp constriction in my breath. I withdrew my fingers quickly as if I had touched fire. Robert noticed my trembling and my state, asking with suppressed concern, ”Is something wrong?”

But I didn’t answer. I pushed him away with a strength I didn’t know I possessed, stood up in a flash, and bolted to the bathroom. I locked the door and leaned my back against it, gasping in a daze. ”Curse it... curse it! What is happening to me?”

I felt the bathroom walls closing in on me, my heart pounding with a force that nearly broke my ribs. I was having extreme difficulty breathing, and fear took hold of me from every side. I slumped to the floor, hugging myself, trying to calm down. My God, what’s wrong with me? What happened? I was enjoying it; everything was beautiful and exciting just moments ago!

I pressed my fingers together hard to stop their hysterical shaking. After a few minutes, my heartbeat gradually began to return to normal. ”There’s nothing, Julie... calm down,” I whispered to myself, shattered.

I thought my fear was exaggerated, but as soon as I stood up, my heart began to pound madly again. ”Damn it... damn it!”

I looked in the mirror; my face was pale and my eyes wide. ”I shouldn’t be afraid... nothing bad will happen. I shouldn’t be afraid,” I said in a desperate attempt to remain steady.

I washed my face with cold water to regain my senses, then opened the bathroom door hesitantly. But when I came out, the room was completely empty... My God, he left my room!

I never planned for it to end this way; I didn’t know I would be this afraid this terrifying fear that made me lose control. Now he’s left the room and left me alone with my regret.

Should I go after him? Should I explain that I was scared?

Damn it... what will I say to him? Will I simply admit that I was afraid of him? Of the idea of his dick entering me?

I threw myself onto the bed with an exhausted body and a broken spirit, burying my face in the pillows, trying to forget what I had done moments ago.

I had ruined everything in a single moment of panic. I curled up on the scattered sheets, pulling my legs to my chest as I deeply inhaled his scent, which still clung to my skin and the corners of the room a scent that was now suffocating me with longing.

How I wished he had stayed, that I could have surpassed that moment to be his alone.

But I acted like a fool... I let fear control me and destroy the most beautiful night of my life. I closed my eyes tightly as tears burned my eyelids, feeling the coldness of the room invade my body after the warmth of his breath had departed.

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Robert’s Point of View

I noticed her fear and panic the moment she touched my dick. I knew this wasn’t easy for her; she is still innocent before this world.

As soon as she fled into the bathroom, I dressed quietly and left the room; I didn’t want her to do this under duress or the pressure of fear.

Everything with her felt like a dream, and I never expected I’d ever feel this way in my life. Is this how men feel when they like a girl? Because the touches with her were something entirely different.

How she touched my chest, how she ran her fingers over my dick... even those touches that lasted only seconds if I combined all the times I’ve had sex in my life, they would never have the same impact.

I went into my room and stripped, my body burning, and lay on the bed. I didn’t want to shower; I wanted to let her scent permeate my entire body. The taste of her exciting pussy was still in my mouth, and my dick is so erect now it hurts from the congestion.

I gripped it and rubbed it with my hand, closing my eyes, imagining her and reliving the moments we just had. Imagining how I devoured her lips and sucked her breasts.

Damn, those breasts! I squeezed the air with my hand as if I were squeezing them, imagining biting her nipples and thrusting my fingers into her wet pussy, sliding inside smoothly.

I began to rub my dick harder, imagining myself licking her pussy and sucking her clitoris, then inserting my dick into her narrow pussy that could barely fit my fingers. I imagined her moans as she called my name: ”Robert... put it in now.”

I slid my hand slowly along my dick as if I were pushing it inside her, feeling her vaginal walls tighten more and more. I watched her in my mind how her back arched, how she gripped the bedsheets.

I let out a burning exhale as I imagined her loud cry when the head of my dick enters, as I push it slowly while she whimpers and moans from both pain and pleasure.

In my imagination, I saw myself flipping her small body to make her kneel before me, her round white ass raised, waiting for punishment and pleasure.

I imagined how I’d grip her waist with my massive hands and thrust my dick inside her with all my strength, hearing her hoarse cry as she called my name in a daze: ”Robert, fuck me hard.” I imagined the feel of her vaginal walls squeezing me, hot and tight enough to make me want to stay inside her forever.

I imagined how I’d pull her head back by her hair to make her look in the mirror, to see how my massive body invades her fragile frame, and how her wetness runs down my thighs.

I was rubbing myself madly, the heat in my lower abdomen reaching the point of explosion. I imagined not just emptying my lust inside her, but filling her womb with my hot cum, leaving my mark at her deepest point so she realizes she has become the property of the mafia the property of Robert alone.

And when I reached the peak, it wasn’t just an ordinary tremor. I felt as if my soul were leaving with the cum that rushed abundantly over my stomach and hand, exactly as I imagined it rushing deep inside her narrow depths, leaving me drowning in a sea of gasps and the image of her completely shattered under the weight of my pleasure.

I began to pant heavily as my body went limp on the bed; just the fantasy with her made me enjoy it more than I ever had with any other woman in reality.