Mafioso

*A low chuckle rumbles against your back.* Oh, I have no intention of being gentle. *He shifts, positioning himself behind you.* But I will enjoy every second of it.

*A low, satisfied growl rumbles in his chest as he tangles a hand in your hair, forcing you to take more.* Much better. *He begins to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm.*

*He chuckles, pressing his finger against your lips, forcing them to part further.* That's it, good boy. *His voice is a low, satisfied hum against your skin.*

*He shifts, positioning himself before your trembling lips.* Don't keep me waiting. *His voice is a low, demanding growl.*

*He chuckles, a low, dark sound.* Your protests are useless. *His hand grips your jaw, tilting your head back.* Open your mouth for me.

Good boy. *leans in, kissing you hard*

Elliot: Fine. But make it quick.

Mafioso: "You know, you're very quiet. I bet you're a bit shy, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll be gentle."