#angelo provolone

For once, it's eerily quiet around the lavish rooms of the Provolone household, the usual hustle and bustle having quietened down due to the lack of people in the house itself. None of the usual people are here: the gangsters are off on leave (somehow the business stopped for Christmas), the household workers are at home with their families, and the majority of the Provolone family are abroad. Both daughters are away with their husbands, and the lady of the house has joined Lisa on said trip - Mr Provolone had wanted to join them, but business kept him at home, where he now spends many hours mourning the fact he's not with his family. Or at least that's what I think he's so annoyed about.

Being without a family of my own has meant I have spare time over Christmas, and so I offered to work over the holiday, to keep the house in order, though also to keep Snaps company. When I brought it up with him, the gangster had seemed supportive of the idea, and even a little relieved about it, agreeing to it instantly. A part of me has been a little hesitant about doing it: it's no secret to myself that the man has grown considerably on me, and my attraction to him along with it, the mere sight of him now making me weak in the knees and incapable of speaking properly. Initially, I ignored all the signs, before finally acknowledging that it was a serious problem when I woke up one morning with the image of him in an inappropriate position at the forefront of my mind. Naturally, I'd gone to work uncomfortable that day.

Now as I work, I'm glad that the house is so large, as it means he and I can avoid each other very easily, cutting out the embarrassing situations I often find myself in with him. Every so often, he calls on me to bring him some food or drink, but those times are far and few in between, so it's no real problem. 

A dull ache has settled into my back as I work to polish the surfaces in the living room, rubbing over a stubborn spot on the mantelpiece as hard as I can, gritting my teeth as it simply smudges out further. I curse to myself as I put a little more force into the movement, entirely focused on my task, so much so that I don't realise my boss is standing in the doorway, watching me with some amusement. It's only when he chuckles lowly that I turn around, surprised to see him there. Stuck for words, all I manage is a feeble statement.

"Oh! H-hello Sir! I didn't see you there." I smile weakly at him, trying not to admire the way his muscles bulge under the fitted fabric of his shirt.

"I haven't been here long." Snaps grins, the roguish expression causing my heart beat to skip suddenly, "Looks like you're workin' hard, though."

"Th-thank you, sir." I blush, smiling shyly, "I do my best."

"I know, which is why I want you to stop." His words stop me dead in my tracks; he wants me to stop?

"I...What...pardon?" Is all I manage, internally cursing myself for my lack of eloquence, "Sorry, sir. What do you mean?"

"I mean I want you to stop. It's Christmas, for Christ's sake. Come have a drink with me." Snaps gestures for me to sit down, which I immediately comply with, with some hesitance.

"A drink, sir?" I ask timidly, gingerly taking a seat at one end of the sofa.

"Yeah, I got some good wine here. Saving it for a good occasion, and I think now is the right time, don't you think?" The gangster goes to one of the cabinets and pulls out a tall bottle, grabbing two glasses as he comes to sit across from me on the sofa. 

"I guess so." I murmur, watching him pour out two glasses of red wine, one of which he hands to me. 

Raising the glass in toast, Snaps lifts it to his lips and takes a sip, my eyes watching his throat as it contracts with the swallow. Shakily, I sip a little of my own wine, marvelling at the good flavour, never having tasted anything as good as this. 

"Told you it was good." Snaps chuckles, watching me closely. 

Smiling nervously, I make a sound of agreement, busying myself with my beverage until he suddenly speaks up. His tone surprises me now, the usually rough but authoritative voice softer and more mournful now.

"You know, I never realised how lonely my life is now until I lost the things I hold closest to me." It sounds as if I shouldn't be listening to this, but I sit there, a little confused.

"Lost things? What have you lost, sir?" I ask him carefully, swallowing tightly under his gaze as he turns it on me.

He chuckles dryly.

"My daughters are both off with their husbands, my men are only in it for the money, and my wife…" He sighs, shaking his head as he twists the stem of his wine glass round, "My wife is unfaithful."

I frown at that.

"Unfaithful? I was under the impression the two of you were going strong?" 

"So was I. Turns out she's been sleeping with that new Gelecci guy that's been giving me so much trouble." There's disgust in his tone now, his face cast with a hard frown.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realise." I apologise quickly, annoyed at myself for asking. 

"Isn't your fault." Snaps reassures me, "Not many people stick around me."

He shoots me a thoughtful look.

"You always have, though. I trust you like that. You're dependable and I like you." He cocks his head, "You're pretty, too. Hell, I've thought that from the start. That uniform really flatters you."

His words catch me off guard, my jaw dropping at the compliments as my fingers twitch in surprise. As this happens, the glass jerks from the sudden movement, crimson wine spilling to the floor, leaving a small stay where it connected with the carpet. Cursing under my breath, I try to ignore the rising blush on my cheeks, placing my glass down as I stand up, intending to get a cloth.

"I'm sorry, sir! I didn't mean to spill any, I'll go get a cloth to clean it up." I ramble, moving off towards the door, which I only now realise he closed on his way in. 

I don't get far enough to open it, however, as I suddenly find myself pinned against it, a hard body pressing flush against my back, hands coming up to cage me in. It takes my entire being not to moan as I feel Snaps' breaths at the back of my neck, the man so close to me I can smell his expensive cologne, a bolt of heat going through me at the realisation. 

"Clean it up later. For now, there's another way you can make up for the mistake." He orders me, voice dropping an octave as he noses at my head, nudging it to the side.

Unable to reply, I sigh out as his lips brush against the sensitive skin of my neck, a shudder going through me, accumulating into a quiet, stifled moan when he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the spot below my ear.

"Answer me when I talk to you." Snaps growls, biting down lightly on my skin to make his point. 

Whining at the tone of his voice, I fight through the sudden desire that shoots through me, my pulse picking up with every touch 

"Yes, sir." I reply breathlessly, tilting my head to give him more access, submitting to him. 

"Good." He murmurs against my skin, pressing yet another hot kiss to the sweet spot below my ear, waves of pleasure gently rolling through me from this point, "You're gonna do exactly as I tell you. Got it?"

I barely register his words as he sucks a dark mark onto my neck, licking over it generously to soothe it, quickly moving on to kiss and nibble at the expanse of my neck. Sighing again, I close my eyes, relaxing into his touch as heat gathers at my core, need coursing through me.

A whimper flies from my lips as he suddenly grabs my chin in his hand, forcing my head round to look him in the eye, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"What did I tell you? Answer me when I speak to you, or there'll be consequences. Now, you're gonna do exactly what I tell you. Got it?" He practically snarls at me, gruff voice sending a raw rush of heat to my core. 

"Yes sir! Sorry sir!" I moan back to him, squeaking as he nibbles at my jawline.

"You will be." Snaps promises darkly, smirking to himself as he pulls away from me, spinning me so my back is against the door. 

Once in position, the gangster returns his lips to my neck, tonguing at the sensitive skin, drawing more and more sounds from me, his hands going to my waist. Gripping tightly, he pulls my body against his, grinding his hips into mine, his arousal rubbing at me through his dress pants, sending waves of pleasure through me with each movement. I can barely think straight with his lips at my neck and the outline of his cock pressing at me insistently,  everything I've dreamt of coming true now as I submit to his touches and caresses, my own hips bucking up into his. Growling into my neck, Snaps kisses further down to my collarbone, biting it gently.

He smirks as he pulls back, his hand leaving my hip momentarily, sliding up my body slowly, dragging his fingers over my breast as he goes, drawing a low whine from me as he takes hold of the front of my uniform. A sharp yelp escapes me as he tears the buttons at the front open, exposing my chest to him, something that makes him lift an eyebrow. As the cool air hits my bare skin, I instantly realise why.

"No bra? Thought you'd get lucky, did you?" Snaps teases, voice deep with arousal, his eyes fixed on my exposed breasts, "Looks like you did."

"Y-yes sir." I groan, embarrassed as he only chuckles and dips his head down towards my chest. 

As his tongue first makes contact with my skin, I let out a strangled moan, arching my chest into him as he lightly circles the tip around one nipple, flattening the slick muscle against the sensitive spot. Panting heavily, I get lost in the hot, wet sensation of his tongue laving over the soft skin, sighing loudly as he finally sucks my breast into his mouth. Moaning loudly, I throw my head back, bucking my hips in pure pleasure, my head spinning as the gangster moves to my other breast, repeating the action. 

After a moment, he pulls away completely, stepping back, his hands going to his belt.

"On your knees. Now." Snaps growls at me, shoving his trousers down to his knees, revealing his half-hard cock to the air. It's thick and a good length, throbbing as he drags a hand over it, veins pulsing along its surface, my eyes going wide as he jerks himself off. 

Obediently, I drop to my knees, waiting for him to instruct me, my gaze fixed on the cock in his hand. Snaps steps closer, staring down at me with lidded eyes as he taps the head of his cock against my lips, groaning as my tongue darts out to lick the tip.

"Make me feel good and I'll do the same for you." He promises me, hips bucking forwards a little as my lips part at his words, heat spreading to my pussy again. 

Nodding, I take him in my hand, gently drawing a hand down the length of it, squeezing as I get to the tip, placing the head in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the slit, pleased to hear the pleasurable sigh from the man above me, his hand creeping into my hair, holding the back of my head. A little more confident now, I lick along one of the more prominent veins on the underside, following it right to the base before I kiss my way back to the tip, Snaps' breath hitching at that action. 

"Don't tease, (Y/n)." Hearing my name falling from his lips draws a quiet moan from me, the vibrations going through him as he jerks into my touch, hoping to get me to hurry up. 

Wanting to please him, I suck the head back into my mouth, flattening my tongue along the underside as I start to slide down along the length of him, fighting my gag reflex as he pushes further and further into me. Groans leave him as he holds my head a little tighter, muscles tensed as he does his best not to buck into my mouth, only to fail when I suck him in far enough to touch the back of my throat. Swallowing around him instinctively, I try not to gag too hard as he rests in my mouth, enjoying the warm wetness of it, waiting for me to adjust. Hesitantly, I start to move my head, bobbing back and forth down the slick length, hollowing out my cheeks as I go, making sure to get it as wet as possible. Every movement brings his cock to the back of my throat, the sensation eventually becoming too much for Snaps to resist. 

Instantly, his grip on my head increases, his other hand coming up to hold me as his hips start to thrust into me. Allowing him to use me as he wishes, I moan around him as he fucks my face, saliva dribbling down my chin as he forces his throbbing cock past my lips and into my waiting mouth, moans tearing themselves from his mouth with each thrust. Wetness pools in my underwear as I taste the first drops of precum on my tongue, Snaps' thrusts becoming erratic now as he chases his orgasm, using my mouth mercilessly as he moves faster and faster, his face twisted into pleasure.

"You're so good...ah, fuck…." He grunts, looking down at me as he jerks.

He thrusts a few more times, before hot, salty fluid fills my mouth,  the gangster pulling out to rub himself through the orgasm, spilling cum onto my face as I kneel there with my mouth open. My tongue is out, and I use it to clean him up as he finishes, desire coursing through me like a wildfire, my pussy practically dripping now.

Panting, Snaps takes a moment to catch his breath, before he hauls me back up onto my feet, pressing me up against the wall as his hands go to my ass, pushing up the short skirt of the uniform. Gripping the soft skin, he squeezes me tightly, pulling my hips into his as he suddenly lifts me, pinning me harder against the wall. At this angle, I can feel everything he does on my clothed clit, a moan escaping me before I can stop it, only to be cut off by his lips colliding with mine. He ravages my mouth, as his cock did moments before, tongue swirling around mine as he grinds into me, tasting his cum as he does so. Needily, I rock up into him, opening my mouth up to his ministrations as he licks into it, swallowing my every moan and whine. After a moment, one of his hands slips round between us, fingers probing at my clothed clit.

Immediately, a loud moan tears itself from my throat, my hips jerking into him, only for him to squeeze my ass in warning. Parting our mouths, I whine at the string of saliva connecting us, his dark eyes flicking down to earth as his hand dips below the waistband of my panties, index finger rubbing a deliberate stroke over the sensitive bud. Unable to hold back my moans, I give in to the feeling of his fingers running through my slick, one circling around my pussy, the other pressing deliciously down on my clit. 

"You're soaked." Snaps remarks, rough voice low in my ear as he suddenly slides a finger into me.

My voice rises now as he sets a fast pace, fingerfucking me quickly as he works to prepare me for him. Weak in his arms, I can only moan in ecstasy as he adds another finger and curls them, finding the spot inside me that has me seeing stars, the gangster focusing on that spit as he sees my eyes roll back into my head.

"Right there?' He growls playfully, scissoring his fingers.

"Y-es sir!" I manage out, grinding my hips onto his hand. 

All of a sudden, Snaps pulls away, removing his hand from my pussy, smirking at my disappointed whine. Slowly, he lifts his hand to his lips and sucks his fingers, licking around each digit carefully, his eyes fixed on mine. I can't help the moan that escapes me, desire pooling in my stomach once more as I watch him. 

"You taste delicious, you know. If I didn't want to just fuck you right now, I'd spend my sweet time eating you out, making sure I got every last drop." His dirty words make me shudder, a shot of longing going through me as he smirks, "Now c'mere."

Taking hold of my waist again, Snaps pulls away from the door, keeping me pressed flush against him as he carries me to the sofa, dropping me down on it. Following, he instantly grinds up against me, his lips returning to my neck, where they resume their pleasurable assault as his hand moves to pull my panties down properly, exposing me to the air. Moaning I buck my hips up into his, making him pull away again. This time, however, I don't get time to mourn the loss of contact.

Snaps is quick to line himself up with my hole, nudging at it with the tip of his swollen cock, relishing in the whimpers it draws from me, before he slowly pushes into me. A long, loud moan pulls from my lips as he slides into me, stretching me out as he goes, every vein rubbing up deliciously against my clenching walls. He groans as he finally bottoms out, face cast in an expression of pure bliss and pleasure, his hands clutching tightly at my hips as he fights the instinct to start thrusting instantly, every muscle tense now. He feels impossibly deep, my walls enveloping him comfortably as I finally grind up against him, encouraging him to move.

Steadily, the gangster pulls his cock out of my pussy, leaving only the tip in before he suddenly slams it back into me, a strangled half-scream of ecstasy tearing itself from me as pleasure explodes through my body. Repeating the action, Snaps sets a brutal pace, knowing neither of us are going to last very long, each thrust moving me further up the sofa. Eventually, he leans back down again, pressing out bodies together as he rocks into me, kissing and mouthing at the side of my neck, causing pleasure to build up quickly. With the sensation of his hot, wet tongue licking at my neck, and the delicious slide of his cock in and out of my pussy, it's no wonder that the knot in my stomach quickly builds up. He seems to notice, and pulls back.

"You like that? Like feeling my cock stretching you out, making you feel good? I know you do, you're so tight around me, and wet, too." He leans down to bite my earlobe, "You feel real good, just like I imagined you would."

At that confession, I moan and throw my head back, bucking my hips up into him as I start to chase my orgasm, knowing it's close. Snaps can feel it too, so he picks up the pace, pounding into me with abandon, each powerful thrust smashing into my sweet spot, deep inside me. Nearly screaming at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, I feel my body tensing up, ready to throw itself off the precipice and into a pleasurable oblivion. 

"Ah...sir...gonna cum...please…" I moan out, wrapping my legs around his waist as I cling to him, my hands coming up to wrap around his neck.

Pinning my arms back down with one hand, Snaps reaches round and starts to rub my clit, moving quickly as his thrusts start to become erratic.

"Cum for me, (Y/n). Cum nice and hard for me." He instructs me, growling into my ear.

Screaming, I feel every nerve in my body come alight as I let go, white-hot pleasure tearing through me as I cum around him, squeezing down on his cock like a vice. Bucking wildly, I feel him help me ride through it, before he pulls out, allowing me to fall back to earth slowly, though not for long as he hastens to his feet, stumbling round to my head. Once there, Snaps jerks himself off, groaning and moaning loudly, hand moving quickly.

"Open...your...mouth!" He snarls at me, caught up in his pleasure as I obey him, his cum spilling out over my face yet again. This time it goes everywhere, some catching in my hair as he milks himself dry, hand slowing as he becomes sensitive. 

Slowly, I sit back upright again, Snaps stopping me briefly to run a finger along my cheekbone, catching some of his cum on the pad. With a satisfied smirk, he then pushes the finger into my mouth, watching me suck and lick at the digit with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Reckon we're gonna have to shower." He remarks, helping me up onto my feet again.

"We are?" I breathe out, catching my breath.

Snaps' grin is full of dark promises as he turns it on me.

"Oh, I'm far from finished with you." He informs me, voice dropping an octave again.