Travis leaned against the heavy oak desk in the mafia compound's war room, his tattooed arms crossed over his broad chest, the weight of the recent mission still pressing on him like a vice. Taylor strode in, her combat boots echoing, strong-willed as ever after disobeying his orders and taking out those three threats herself. "You look like you're about to smother me with that stare, boss," she quipped, a sharp smirk playing on her lips. "Missed my touch that much, or are you just pissed I proved I can handle myself?"
He uncrossed his arms and pulled her close without a word, his hands gripping her waist possessively as he buried his face in her neck. "You know I can't breathe right without you grounding me, Taylor. After thinking I lost you... fuck, I need this." She laughed softly, threading her fingers through his hair. "Then stop trying to play the distant tough guy. I told you I like it when you're clingy—it means you trust me with the soft stuff."
Ross poked his head in with a teasing grin. "Get a room, you two. Or don't—I'm not judging the lap-sitting routine again." Travis shot him a glare, but Taylor waved him off with a wink. "Out, Ross. Your best friend's about to get needy." Once alone, she straddled his lap on the leather chair, her thighs bracketing his as he rested between them, forehead pressed to hers. His hands roamed, squeezing her ass while she ground against the hard bulge in his pants.
"Horny already?" Taylor teased, her voice low and witty. "Big mafia man reduced to panting over his wife's pussy." Travis growled, lifting her shirt to play with her boobs, thumbs circling her nipples. "Only for you. You're dripping wet for me, aren't you?" He slipped a hand between her folds, finding her slick and ready, making her moan as she tugged at his belt.
She dropped to her knees for a quick blowjob, taking his thick cock deep while he gripped her hair, praising her strength. "That's it, my fierce girl—fuck, you're perfect." But she wouldn't submit; she rose, pushing him back to ride him instead, her pussy clenching around his hard length as they moved in desperate rhythm. Sweat beaded on their skin, bodies slapping together, her ass bouncing as he thrust up, both panting and lost in the heat.
Travis came first with a guttural groan, filling her with hot cum, but she followed right after, her walls pulsing as she rode out the waves. They collapsed together, his face nuzzled against her chest, her fingers tracing his tattoos. "Don't you dare pull away again," she whispered. He squeezed her thigh in reply, already hardening once more.
"Next time, we handle the next mission my way—together, with no holding back."
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