Page 45 of Mob Saint

I tear my mouth from his, panting. He freezes.

“I’m sorry.”

I stare at him for a second. “What?”

“I hurt you. I should have thought about you being smaller than me. That you haven’t felt me before. I’m sorry.”

“That’s what you think just happened? Shut up, Daddy, before you ruin the mood. And keep doing what you just did. I told you. I don’t want vanilla. I want a good hard fucking. Now.”

“Are you commanding me?”

“This time, I am. We’re equals, remember?”

I waggle my eyebrows. He growls! Fucking growls like a feral animal as he draws back his hips and slams into me even harder.

“Is this what you want? Is this how you want me to fuck you? Fuck you hard enough you’ll not just have my cum dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day, but you’ll be sore with every step? It’ll remind you that you belong to me.”

“I do. All of me belongs to you.”

Does he get the significance of that? That I’m admitting what I think he admitted earlier.

“Yes, you are. You are mine to pleasure. You are mine to make come whenever I decide you should. You are mine to deny whenever I decide I should. You are mine to take care of. Mine to protect. Mine to keep for as long as you want me, Tiera.”

He’s said that before. That it’s up to me to end this. That he won’t go anywhere. That he wants this to be long term.

“I’m not letting you walk away from me, Seamus. I’m not walking away. You are mine. You are mine to pleasure. Mine to take care of. Mine to protect. If you’re giving me control of when this ends, you better settle in because it won’t be over for a long ass time.”

He thrusts harder and harder. I don’t know how he does it. Every time I think he can’t give me more, he does. Every time I think I can’t take more, he makes me. Every time. Over and over. I can’t get enough. They say it only takes one hit of heroin to be addicted. It only takes one time with Seamus to be addicted.

His hand comes to rest on my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but it’s heavy.

“I will lead, and you will follow in our sex life. I will dominate, and you will submit when we are like this. But that is not how we are anywhere else. You get today to command me. In everything, you have the final say. If you don’t want something or don’t like it, then you tell me, and it stops. What’s your safe word?”

I have to think for a moment, then I know.

“Midfield.”

He freezes, then laughs. His cock twitches inside me.

“Tá mé chun tú a phósadh.”

He said that at the first game. This time, I repeat it over and over until I think I remember it well enough to look it up later.

“Okay, cailín. Midfield it is.”

His hand tightens around my throat as he thrusts over and over. He was holding himself up on one hand a moment ago, but he settles back onto his forearm. He leans to whisper in my ear, and the warm air tickles, making me shiver. Fuck. My pussy clenches around him as my fingers dig into his back again.

“My little slut is so tight for her daddy. Does she need his cock?”

“Yes.” I answer on an exhale.

“Whose slut are you?”

“Yours, Daddy.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a whore for you.”

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