Page 47 of Mob Saint

He’s panting, and he sounds surprised. I do as he says. I put my hands on my hips, so he can see my tits bounce without any trouble. He tweaks my nipples hard enough for me to yelp. He rubs them between his thumb and forefinger before doing it again. I moan. He pinches harder. I whimper. He eases off. He waits a moment, then pinches again. He gets another moan for his efforts. He does it harder, and I whimper.

“Daddy.”

“Too much?”

“No. I like it. More.”

It hurts almost too much. But I love it. I love the pain. I love knowing I’m doing something he enjoys, and that he’s giving me something I enjoy. We’re doing this for and to and with each other. That’s an aphrodisiac without eating a damn oyster. That just makes me think about sucking his dick later. I’m definitely doing that. I enjoy giving blow jobs. I don’t enjoy swallowing, but I’ll do it for him.

“Fuck, Tiera. Keep doing that.”

His hands are back on my hips to help me balance as I move faster.

“You have the finest tits ever made.”

“And I grew them myself.”

“That’s what makes them so fucking fine. Fuck, I want to suck them.”

I push them together as I lean forward. He accepts my right one. Sucking hard then biting the nipple. I scream because I can. I really hope my neighbors are at work.

He moves to the other side, his tongue toying with my nipple this time. Then he’s sucking hard. Over and over. Shifting between them as his eyes close. He squeezes sometimes, his fingers sliding over them at others. But throughout, he holds them to his face.

But he lets go abruptly, and he spanks me over and over as he shifts my movements to rock on his dick.

“You feel amazing, baby girl. Keep doing this.”

“You feel amazing too, Daddy. Don’t stop. I like the spankings.”

They make me want to move faster and harder.

“I’m coming, Shay… Fucking hell… Goddamn, this feels good.”

It does. He thrusts into me, pinning me, then moving my hips forward and back just enough to keep rubbing my clit.

He thrusts once more, then I know he’s coming again. I watch his abs contract. I love seeing his muscles move while we fuck. It’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. His body is a temple to worship. He’s built unlike any man I’ve ever seen in real life. I’ve worked with firefighters who are in shape since it’s a physical job. I’ve worked with ones who are cut. But none have had a body like the one I’m getting to play with today.

He pulls me down against his chest and kisses my forehead. His touch is so light as he strokes my back. He keeps kissing the top of my head as his other hand rests on my ass. I close my eyes and sigh. I’ve never had orgasms like those before, but I’ve also never had this kind of post coital bliss. Even with Aaron at the best of times when he was affectionate, and I felt the same in return, it wasn’t like this. I never ever want to get up. I want to close my eyes and live in this fairytale world.

“Tiera, you okay?”

“Can’t you tell I’m in heaven?”

“I just want to be sure. I was rough.”

“Just the way I needed and wanted and just at the right moments. You were also gentle when I needed it. I’ve never?—”

I find myself biting my tongue a lot. I keep wanting to admit my deepest, darkest secrets because it’s so easy to talk to Seamus. But it often feels like I’m admitting too much too soon. It scares me to be that vulnerable in case I’m wrong. I don’t think I am. But it would destroy me to confess so much just to realize he doesn’t feel even an ounce of what I do.

After all the time we’ve spent together over the past two months, I’m still apprehensive that his feelings aren’t as strong as mine. It makes me wish we’d defined our relationship sooner. Cut ties with our subs sooner. I don’t really know why we haven’t. Maybe he’s as uncertain about me as I am about him.

“What, T? You have this habit of stopping mid-sentence like you regret what you’re going to say. I never want you to feel you can’t tell me everything. No matter what it is, I will listen. I won’t judge you, but I think you’re scared that’s exactly what I’ll do. Would it help to know I’ve never experienced anything so earth-shattering as that? I’ve never come twice. I’ve never felt so completely in tune with someone else. I’ve never felt like anyone else has understood exactly what I needed at the exact moment I needed it. I didn’t have to ask you for a thing or tell you. You knew. I can’t believe it.”

I push up on my forearm on his chest, careful not to dig my elbow into him. I move, so I can put my arm next to his head, but his hand covers my arm. He wants me to keep touching him.

“Seamus, you have no idea what that admission means to me. That you feel this way and that you’re telling me. You said what I was thinking. When I told you I wanted the breath play, it wasn’t because I didn’t think you knew that or that you wouldn’t give me something else I’d enjoy. I did it to surrender to you.”

“I know, little one. That’s what I meant about knowing what I wanted and needed. You get me.”

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