A wild night

**Ivery Clark POV**

My heart almost leaped out of my chest, when he flipped us over, pressing me down on the bed.

His huge, Greek god like body on top of my petite one.

"You had your way with it, ma bella. Now it's my turn." Alrigo growled, angling the tip of his head against my opening.

A sharp moan rips from my throat as he plunges his cock right into my pussy with a rattling force that my whole body shook.

My eyes rolled into my head with pure pleasure and I grip the sheets, moaning.

Oh god. I can't believe how incredible it is to be full of Alrigo. Every inch of his fat cock is buried deep inside me that I can feel his heavy balls pressed against my clit.

"Do you see how tight you are clenching my cock, baby girl ? The way your tight little cunt molds itself around my cock ? It's as if it doesn't want to let go." Alrigo pulls back only to plunge back in, drawing the air out of my lungs and I gasp out loudly.

My pussy quivers at the force, my walls clenching and squeezing his length, feeling him throb deep inside me.

"It's as if this forbidden young little cunt is just made for me. Just for daddy to take." Alrigo growls and thrusts against me with a bone rattling force.

Oh god. I can feel the slick, sticky juices of the two of us mixing and leaking out of me, teasing over my asshole, making wet sounds as his big cock begins to fuck me again.

I feel so dirty, but his dirty little girl, and his alone.

"Yes, fuck me, daddy ! Show me how a man fucks !" I screamed. Alrigo growled, taking it as a dare. He grabbed my ass and pulled my hips in the air and started to pound my pussy raw and deep.

I screamed loudly, my back arching, my hands clutching the sheets tightly that my knuckles turned white.

I bet everyone could hear it. The raw, wet sounds of our fucking. And I didn't even care, in fact I wanted them to know.

That a much older, sexy mafia lord was balls deep inside a virginal nineteen year old pussy, impaling her raw and deep.

I moaned and dug my nails on his back, melting with pure pleasure. Alrigo was fucking me so hard and deep that his heavy, cum-filled balls slapped against my ass on every thrust.

It was so surreal and perfect, so illicit that we lost track of the time, drowning in our sinful act.

"M-Mr King, it's a-almost time for landing..." I froze when we heard one of the air hostesses squeak behind the door.

The reality hit me and I flushed red, we were supposed to be getting ready to land on our destination but we still kept up with our steamy, immoral act.

"A-Alrigo.." I whimpered but he just bucked his hips, pounding his dick deep inside my pussy as if he didn't care if someone was here.

"M- Mr. K- King....we will reach our destination soon." The air hostesses tried again, her voice trembling vigorously.

"Fine ! I get it ! Now fuck off !" Alrigo growled dangerously that I could hear her yelp and walk away hurriedly.

Alrigo then grabbed both of my ankles and yanked it back, pressing against my shoulder that I gasped.

*What is he...*

He started to pound my pussy raw with new found energy that my whole body started to shake violently under him.

"Oh god, Alrigo !" I moaned arching my head back struggling to meet the monstrous thrusts of his hips. He was fucking me so hard like he was nailing me to the bed.

"Oh god, I'm going to come !" I cried out.

"Yes, come for me baby. Come all over daddy’s cock." Alrigo growled bucking his hips faster, driving me to the edge.

The violent waves of a pent-up climax started to crash through me, my moans coming raw. My whole body shuddered and I let it go, the biggest orgasm ripping through me.

Alrigo growled loudly as he pistons his dick faster right through my organsm and I could feel his cock swell deep inside my womb.

He grinds his cock deep inside my channel and I feel him explode too.

Alrigo groans loudly, his hands tight on my thighs as he pumps rope after rope of his hot cum deep inside my womb as his balls twitch against me.

I let out a loud cry and slump against the pillow, panting and trembling, my head spinning.

Oh god, this was the best day of my life.

Alrigo pulls out groaning as he strokes his cock, which is practically glistening under the soft golden light.

More of his thick cum spurt out, splashing across my bare pussy, covering my stomach and my inner thighs, and dripping down my lips.

The whole scene is so erotic, so immoral. I can't believe I did it, with a gorgeous man like him.

Alrigo bends down and kisses me briefly, mating our tongues before he pulls away.

I turn slightly near the edge and start to reach the tissue when Alrigo stops me.

"No, Ivery." He growls. He picks my panties and pulls it up tight against my pussy lips. I moan, my body shivering.

"I want you to keep this inside, baby." He purrs in my ears as cups me down there.

I moan, my eyes rolling back as my panties soak into me, sticking to my slick lips messy with his cum like a glove.

I feel so filthy and so dirty with our juices so messy in my panties. It's hot, sexy and wrong in the best way. I feel like his exclusive dirty little girl.

"Don't you dare clean up, sweetheart." Alrigo purrs in my ear, biting my earlobe.

"I want my cum warm and sticky against that bad girl pussy till we get to a hotel and wash it up. Untill then I want every people to fucking smell it on you and know that you're taken by me, marked by me."

"I want everyone to know that this tight little nineteen year old, forbidden pussy is all taken." Alrigo growled and pressed his lips on mine, giving me one last kiss and lifted me up.

"Now get your ass up and get ready baby girl. We need to move." He winked at me.

"Yes, daddy..." I grinned and got up. My pussy was sore and swollen but I liked the pain, I liked the way my swollen pussy was still drowned with his mess, practically begging for more.

I got ready, wearing my dress, still feeling his eyes on my body. I bit my lower lip to keep myself from smiling — because despite the guilt of everybody knowing what we did, part of me felt electrified.

Alrigo was right behind me, his presence as commanding as ever, and I could feel the air hostesses' eyes on us.

I didn’t bother to meet their gazes, but I could sense it — their jealousy, their hatred towards me.

It was so hard to suppress the victorious grin. They had always admired him, hovered around him, but it was me who had spent the most spiciest and most forbidden night with him.

Alrigo’s hand slid into his pocket, his expression shifting from indifferent to something far more dangerous.

His presence was cold, commanding, and lethal — the aura of someone who had no need to raise his voice to make a point.

"Whatever happened here, it stays on this plane." He began, his voice low and dangerous.

"And if I hear anything about tonight, around…" His eyes shifted to the pilot with murderous glare.

"I don't think I need to say any further. You all clearly know the fate of the ones who defies me...don't you ?"

There was no mistaking his meaning.

The air hostesses, once full of polished smiles and subtle glances, now stood frozen, trembling in fear.

They knew who Alrigo was, and more importantly, what he was capable of. They all nodded in terror.

Because this wasn’t a simple warning — it was a promise. The kind of promise that only a man like Alrigo could make, the kind that didn’t leave room for second chances.

My heart raced as I stood beside him, feeling the intensity of his power — and his protection.

He proved everyone that this wasn’t just a passing fling for him — he was protecting whatever this was between us.

Alrigo wound his hand around my waist and completely composed, "Let's go, baby girl."

I nodded and got down with him. As we stepped off the plane, a cool air swept over my face.

"Where are we ?"

"We are in Paris. We will be spending some time here until we get back to New York." Alrigo’s hand rested lightly at the small of my back, a touch that felt possessive, claiming, as we walked down the steps.

At the bottom of the steps, a sleek black Mercedes awaited us. It gleamed under the moonlight, a perfect symbol of the luxury Alrigo seemed to command so effortlessly.

The driver stood ready, his posture stiff with deference, opening the door for us without a word.

"Get in," Alrigo said, his voice low and steady, I bit my lip nodding basking into the warmth of his hand on my back.

The car started smoothly, and we merged into the city, driving through the streets. I turned my gaze to the window, and a soft gasp escaped my lips.

The city was a different kind of beautiful at midnight. The soft golden glow of streetlights bathed the cobblestone roads in a warm, almost dreamlike haze.

The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance, its lights flickering like stars against the dark sky.

After some minutes of riding, the car stopped smoothly in front of the entrance.

Oh my god. My jaw dropped. The grand hotel was breathtaking. As we walked in I couldn't stop ogling around. Everything screamed richness here.

"Ah Mr. King, it's an honour to have you here." The staff approached him with a smile. They knew who he was; they didn’t need an introduction.

"We have booked the presidential suite just for you." There was a subtle difference in their movements, an awareness that this man was not to be questioned, not even with a glance.

Alrigo nodded, his face unreadable. I let him pull me along with him feeling shy all of a sudden.

They didn't know about our relationship. They didn't know what we did or what we were going to do next.

I bit my lip suppressing a moan as Alrigo pressed the elevator, his gaze lingering just a second too long overy my body, reminding me of the unspoken truth between us.

We were about to go wild tonight.