Mafia's Obsession

HOPE

Days passed, and I was buried under a mountain of homework and extra assignments. On top of that, I visited the stables daily, and seeing Enrique there didn’t make things any easier.

He looked irresistible in his suit. He was always there to drive Vlada home after work. We didn’t talk much, but my desire for him was growing, and it was messing with my mood.

I despised the fact that I was craving him.

His words from a few days ago echoed in my mind. “You will beg me to touch you very soon.” Those words haunted me because I was yearning to feel his skin against mine.

I was in the middle of preparing Willow for a ride, but I was too exhausted after school, so I just looped a rope around her neck and led her into the arena. Riding tackless was a great way to bond with her.

After I was done with Willow, I noticed Enrique watching me. I wondered where Vlada was. She usually didn’t come this late.

“Where’s Vlada?” I asked him as he approached me. I was still holding Willow by the rope, and thankfully, she seemed calm.

“She’s not here,” Enrique replied, his voice as enticing as ever. He closed the gap between us and kissed me.

I had missed the sensation, and a soft moan escaped, muffled by his lips.

As time passed, he became more handsy, moving his hands from my neck to my waist. It felt amazing, and as I moaned, he slipped his tongue inside to play with mine.

I didn’t resist him this time. Fighting this feeling was pointless. I wouldn’t win.

“Shit!” He pushed me back and clutched his arm. I looked at him with concern, noticing a trickle of blood running down his arm.

My gaze snapped to Willow who was trying to look innocent. I was sure she had issues with sharing. We were definitely alike.

“Are you okay?” I asked, snapping back to reality.

His expression screamed, “What do you fucking think?”

Oddly enough, I found it amusing.

“I’m glad you find this funny. It hurts like hell,” he grumbled.

I knew it did, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

“I wouldn’t know,” I muttered. I really didn’t, as Willow never really tried to bite me. But judging by Enrique’s wound, I could tell she had sharp teeth.

After I put Willow back and gave her a hay net and some treats for being a good girl, I walked back to Enrique.

He was still clutching his arm tightly. The bleeding hadn’t stopped. She sure did bite him hard.

“Come with me. I’ll treat your arm at my house,” I said, not worrying about my dad as he said he wouldn’t be back tonight. Enrique just nodded and followed me.

“Sit down on my bed. Just don’t get blood on it,” I instructed as I walked into my bathroom and rummaged through a few drawers, gathering everything I needed to treat Enrique’s arm.

“Thanks,” he said when I was finally done. I made sure the bandage was tightly wrapped around his arm. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry.

“Do you want something to eat?” I asked, just to be polite. No matter how much he irritated me, I enjoyed his company. He had a charm no girl could resist. Unfortunately, I was no exception.

“Yes. I do. I’ve been hungry for a while now.” He stood up and walked toward me.

I looked at him, puzzled.

Without another word, he kissed me. Our lips moved in harmony. It felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time. I didn’t have the strength to resist him.

He grabbed my thighs, prompting me to wrap my legs around his torso. He walked toward my bed, never breaking the kiss. He laid me down on my bed.

Enrique pulled away from the kiss. For a few moments, he just looked at me, and I looked at him. He kissed my neck as he unzipped my sweater, leaving me in just a sports bra.

He groaned as he unzipped it from the front, revealing my breasts to him. I knew I should stop him, but I just couldn’t.

He didn’t waste any time and took one of my already hard nipples into his mouth. As he played with them, I moaned softly from the guilty pleasure.

I couldn’t stand him being fully dressed anymore, so I tried to pull his T-shirt off. He stopped kissing me as he quickly tossed his T-shirt onto the floor.

He kissed my lips, but before I could deepen it, he pulled back and started nibbling on my neck. Shit, that felt good. I was sure that by now I would be soaking wet if it weren’t for my pants.

I ran my hands through his hair and then dropped them down to his abs. His chest was rock hard, but it felt so good. I really did want to run my tongue over it.

Sadly, I held back, as it would probably look strange.

He lowered his kisses to my collarbone but didn’t stop there. He continued down, past my breasts. He stopped at my stomach and planted small kisses there as he undid my pants.

After a bit of a struggle, he pulled the tight pants down, leaving me in only a tiny lacy thong that didn’t cover much.

“I can’t wait to taste you, tigre,” he groaned as he ran his fingers over my panties that were already wet.

“So wet for me,” he whispered. He continued to slowly move his finger over my folds, still covered by lace.

Craving more, I arched my back, bringing my hips closer to his finger. I knew he wanted me to beg.

He slowly removed my thong, leaving me completely naked in front of him. He licked his lips but didn’t make a move.

Without warning, he pushed a finger into my pussy. I moaned and arched my back even more. He moved his finger in and out, agonizingly slow. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it for much longer.

“Please,” I moaned. I wanted… No, I needed to cum.

“What do you want, Hope?” he asked innocently as if he wasn’t teasing me with his finger right now.

“I…I…” I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. He slid another finger inside me, but he didn’t move, leaving me in a state of agonizing pleasure.

“Tell me what you want, tigre,” he demanded, his fingers moving in and out of me, causing me to gasp in delight.

“I need to cum,” I managed to say. I couldn’t bear this exquisite torture any longer. I craved release.

Seemingly satisfied with my response, he lowered his head, and I felt the warmth of his tongue on me, his fingers still buried inside.

“Oh my God!” I cried out as he sucked on my clit. His fingers moved in a steady rhythm that made my body tremble. I knew I wouldn’t last long like this.

His fingers were skilled, but his tongue was pure magic on my sensitive flesh.

Suddenly, I didn’t just want to cum. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside me.

“Please. I need you inside,” I moaned, lost in pleasure.

“Patience. I want to taste you first.” His voice sent vibrations through me, making me shiver. He knew I was on the brink, and he was enjoying it.

He withdrew his fingers from me, only to replace them with his tongue. He fucked me with his tongue, causing my hips to grind against him.

I tried to stay quiet, but I couldn’t. The sensation was too overwhelming.

I felt his finger press against my asshole, and before I could protest, he plunged it in, biting down on my clit and sending me spiraling over the edge.

I screamed his name as I came, my body convulsing in pleasure. He licked me clean as I rode out my orgasm.

As I came down from my high, Enrique undressed, and I watched as he rolled a condom onto his already erect member. I appreciated his respect for my wishes.

Seeing him like this made me wet all over again. His arousal was a major turn-on.

“Fuck me already,” I pleaded.

How did I go from a virgin to this in just a few weeks?

“As you wish, tigre,” he said, easing himself into me.

He took his time, knowing it would hurt if he rushed. He paused, allowing me to adjust to his size.

“I’m okay,” I assured him, and he began to move. His pelvis hit my sensitive clit, easing the discomfort of his thrusts. I moaned louder, the intense sensations pushing me closer to the edge.

This only encouraged him to go faster. His pelvis hit that sensitive spot even harder, making me shudder as another orgasm washed over me. I came, clenching around him as I rode out my orgasm.

He cursed under his breath, but he didn’t slow down. Instead, he moved even faster, making me cry out. I screamed his name over and over, and I knew he loved it.

The sensations were becoming too much, and I felt myself growing hot again.

“I want you to cum again,” he whispered, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent.

“I-I can’t,” I moaned. It was all too much.

“You can and you will, tigre.” He reached down and rubbed my clit. I was so sensitive that the slightest touch made me scream in pleasure.

I could tell by the way his muscles tensed that he was close, and so was I. His hips moved in a steady, fast rhythm, hitting just the right spot every time.

His hand didn’t slow down either, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Cum for me, Hope,” he commanded, and I knew I couldn’t disobey.

I felt my muscles contract as I came again, my release washing over his dick. He followed soon after, twitching inside me as he came with one final thrust.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto the silk sheets of my bed. Sleep had never sounded so appealing.

“Don’t sleep yet,” he murmured, heading into the bathroom. I closed my eyes, too tired to keep them open.

I felt myself being lifted, but I was too drained to open my eyes. All I wanted was sleep.

“Come on, Hope. We need to clean you up.” I heard Enrique’s voice as he lowered me into warm water. I moaned at the soothing sensation, and I heard him curse.

He positioned me in the bathtub, pulling me between his legs.

“I know you’re not asleep. Get your hair wet,” he instructed. I had no choice but to obey. I submerged myself in the water, and it felt so good that I decided to stay there for a bit.

After a few blissful seconds, I was pulled back to reality by Enrique’s concerned and angry gaze.

“What the fuck, Hope? Are you trying to drown?” he snapped, making me squirm.

I curled into a tight ball, not wanting to provoke him further. I wasn’t in the mood to argue. All I wanted was sleep.

“Hope, I’m sorry. You just scared me. Let’s wash your hair now. Okay?” His voice was gentle and soothing.

I nodded cautiously, and he pulled me back against him. As he massaged my scalp, I let out a soft moan, and I felt Enrique stiffen.

“Please stop moaning, tigre.”

As I snuggled closer to him, I felt his erection press against my back.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, feeling guilty.

After he washed my hair and the rest of me, he lifted me out of the bathtub and wrapped me in a towel.

He carried me back to my bed and laid me down. A few minutes later, he returned wearing boxers and pulled a shirt over my head.

He laid down next to me, and I curled up against him. He was warm and comforting. I didn’t have my dogs tonight, so he would have to do. He pulled me closer and covered us with the blanket.

“Sleep now, tigre,” he said, and I finally let my eyes close.