Page 46 of Mob Saint

“Who am I?”

“Daddy.”

“That’s right. Your tight little cunt is going to take me whenever I want. You won’t keep me from it because you’re my little whore.”

I relish every word. I love it. I needed the degradation when I was with Zack. It’s fucked-up to say it. But it validated some of the shitty feelings I had about myself. My doubts. In its twisted way, it made me feel confident that I knew who I was. I don’t just come with suitcases as baggage. I come with trunks. I know that.

But with Seamus, it just feels sexy. It doesn’t feel like he thinks I’m those things. He just knows I like hearing it. He knows it gives him that dominance without being domineering.

He keeps tightening until it’s breath play, but his thumb strokes the side of my neck. It’s getting hard to breathe, and I normally would have a flash of panic at this moment. A fear Zack wouldn’t let go in time. I know he liked me to feel that way. It was his sadistic side. But Seamus doesn’t make me experience that. The soft movement of his thumb lets me know he’s being careful, that he’s doing this for me.

As our gazes remain locked, I can tell I’m more into this than he is. That this is something he’s tolerating for me. I don’t think he likes it.

My ears are beginning to ring, and I want to suck in a breath, but I can’t. You’d think now would be when I claw at his back. Now would be when I want him to know it’s too much. I don’t. Just the opposite. I relax. I’m still moving to meet his thrusts. I’m still tilting my hips to take him as deep as he can go. But I’m not fighting his control. Not that I ever really was. I guess the right word is surrender. I surrender to him.

His expression changes when he feels it. There’s a flash of panic. I think he fears I’m going to pass out, but I haven’t stopped watching him. I try to smile, but it’s too hard. But I think he sees what I’m trying to say in my eyes. He squeezes extra hard for a second before he lets go.

I gulp air. My chest rises and falls faster than it was and now is when I have a moment of light-headedness. But it’s gone in an instant. I slide my hands to his ass and squeeze. I push, so his hips grind against mine.

“Was that too much?” His whisper is beside my ear before he kisses just behind and below it.

“No. It was just right. I want more. Again, please.”

He lifts his body and looks skeptical.

“I trust you, Daddy.”

His kiss isn’t like any other we’ve had. I love the soft ones. The bare brushing of our lips. I love the gentle ones when I feel precious to him. I love the hungry ones where I’ve never felt more alluring and provocative. But this one is desperate. Like he needs something, and he’s scared he’s about to lose it. I stroke his hair and his back as he continues to kiss me. His thrusts are different, too. They’re not softer or slower, but they last a little longer somehow. I pull my mouth free of his.

“Daddy, I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours. Seamus, I swear. I trust you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Then I’m the one leading the kiss. I want to infuse all the reassurance into it I can. The entire jumble of my feelings. Tenderness. Lust. Happiness. And the beginning of falling in love.

He pulls back and kisses my neck on both sides. Then his hand is back around my throat. His fingers don’t dig into me, careful not to leave marks. He just presses harder with his fingers and squeezes between his thumb and forefinger.

“You’re my little whore who’ll beg for my cock because you can’t get enough. You like to fuck. You like to fuck my cock even more.”

I squeeze around him, including my pussy. His hold on my throat is tighter than it was. I can feel the world closing in. The black dots start in my peripheral vision. I feel the light-headedness from before, but it’s while he still has hold of me. I relax into it. My trust in him absolute. I know he’ll stop. The moment my eyes droop, he lets go. He’s kissing my neck again, and these are soft. His thrusts slow. He circles his hips, rubbing my clit with his pubic bone each time he tilts his hips to get as deep as he can. Giving me every inch.

“I’m close, Daddy… I really need to come…I’m so close…I want you to come too…I want to be your good girl…I want to—Daddy, I’m going to come. I want your cum.”

“You’re going to get it. You are my good girl. Come for me.”

I strain, and then I feel it.

“Daddy, don’t stop. I’m close. I’m close…I’m coming, Shay. Don’t stop… Fuck…Seamus!”

“Tiera!”

He shudders, and I’m sure he’s coming hard. We keep moving, and I know we’re both trying to draw out each other’s orgasm and our own. When mine subsides, he gives one more thrust and stops. But only for a moment. He rolls us, and I grip his shoulders.

“Ride me.”

I follow his order and grind my pussy against him. I rock as I get off again. I shift my hands to the pillow beneath his head, afraid my nails will break the skin if I dig as deep as I need to. This is one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. In fact, I don’t remember another like it. I feel it all the way into my teeth. Fuck.

I sit back and look at him. His hands have been moving all over me, and I didn’t even notice. I shift to rise and fall on his cock, swinging my tits with every move. I press my hands into his chest to balance for a moment. His fingers are definitely going to leave marks now. I can’t wait to see them in the mirror.

“Ride me, Tiera. I’m going to come again.”

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