Contract Hit Man 8 - Sex Stories

Contract Hit Man 8

... persisted thrusting myself deep into her at a slightly different angle. Falling to my forearms, I blasted in and out of her. “Aaagh,” she moaned. I said, “Tit.” She immediately lifted a breast to my mouth, I sucked and licked her nub as I ground my staff deep in her pussy. I let go of her boob as I pulled it away from her body. “Oooh, I love that.” I moved to her other hanger and sucked her nipple as hard as I could, before lightly biting it. “Oooah, do that again?” she asked. I did, but my bite was slightly harder. “Oooaugh, aaaugh,” she hollered as she climaxed. Dropping to her body, I placed my arms under her back grabbed her shoulders and using my stomach, leg, and ass muscles I pummeled her. She climaxed over and over again, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, aaaugh!” I slammed into her ten times and drove my jizz deep into her well. * * * Ayana and I arrived at the mansion at five p.m., an hour before dinner. They were greeted by Maria, Ayana’s step-mother. “Ayana are you sure? “Yes mom. I’m sure.” “Do you love him or his dick?” “Both, he’s handsome, caring, giving, and he’s a great lover.” “Dale, do you love her or her notoriety?” “I don’t care about her being well known as the only daughter of Bruno Bucci. I love her for her beauty, her personality, her intelligence, and the fact that she is a lot like her step-mother.” Maria blushed. “Okay, Dale, follow me." They walked to Bruno’s office. She said, “I hope you haven’t told Ayana about us.” “No, ma’am, I don’t fuck ...

... and tell. What we did is our secret.” “I’m glad to hear that. Do you know what you're getting into? You understand the type of family this is?” “Yes, and I willing and able to be part of the Outfit.” She smiled at him and knocked on the door. “God damn, what now?” Bruno yelled. “Bruno, Dale’s here and wants to talk with you.” “Who the hell is Dale?” Maria blushed. “Dale Bradford is Ayana’s boyfriend.” “What the hell does he want?” “I think you should ask him yourself.” She opened the door. Bruno stood with a scowl on his face and his hands in his pockets. “What can I do for you?” He extended his hand. I took it with both of my hands. “Mr. Bucci, I’ll keep it short. I’d like your permission to have the privilege of marrying your daughter.” “What! You haven't known here very long.” “About six months,” I said. “That’s now very long, and you’re too old for her. How old are you?” “I’ll be thirty-five this year.” “You're fourteen years older than she is.” “Yes sir, and you're twenty years older than Mi…your wife.” “That’s different.” I stood silent. Bruno went back to his desk, running his hands through his curly hair. “You’re the first guy she’s shown any interest.” He was quiet. “You must have a big dick and know how to use it.” I didn’t respond, but I raised my hands waist high with my palms pointing up and smiled. “It’s not funny, Dale. She is my only daughter, and I want the best for her.” “I’m the best,” I said confidently. Bruno laughed. “You probably are. Would you please ...