Page 44 of Mob Bride

“Come.”

“Shane!”

It’s heaven. It’s bliss unlike anything I’ve experienced with past partners. I don’t know where to put my arms, my hands. I clutch his forearms, my fingers trying to dig into them. But thesinewy muscle is too tight. Knowing his strength and how he tempers it for me doubles my arousal.

“What are you doing to me,cailín? You push me to the brink of control. It’s close to being gone. I’ll hurt you.”

I shake my head vehemently.

“You would never lose control completely. You will always know your strength compared to mine. All you’ve done since the moment you met me is protect me. Your mind wouldn’t let you. I trust you.”

There’s something in his gaze that changes. It doesn’t soften; it doesn’t harden. It just relaxes. I don’t know how to describe it, but saying I trust him—even if it’s just during sex—or maybe especially during sex—does something for him—reassures him. That’s what it is. I’ve pushed back against nearly everything he’s told me—insisted upon. He doesn’t know I’ve trusted him since the start.

“Daddy, I trust you to take care of me.” I hope he knows I mean beyond right now, beyond just fucking me.

I want to get him off. I need to be the one who does it. Part of it is certainly my ego. But a bigger part wants to reciprocate the explosive satisfaction I got from mine. I don’t want to look away, but I struggle to keep my eyes open through all the varied sensations. My head tilts back, but I stop myself. I look between us, noticing how I’ve coated him until his cock glistens. He’s watching us too. When our gazes meet, it makes my heart skip a beat.

“I’ll do anything for you, Carrie. I’ll always take care of you.”

The sincerity in his voice tells me he means way more than just my orgasm. But I already knew that.

“I want to make you come, Daddy. I want to feel your cum filling my pussy. I want to feel it drip down my legs. It’ll be our secret, but we’ll both know the truth.”

“The truth is, you belong to me now, Carrie, just like I belong to you. It’s all changed. There’s no going back. We can’t undo having sex. If I come in you, don’t doubt I’m marking you. You know the man I am. You know how I solve problems. I’ll do whatever I have to, to make you happy and to protect you.”

“Kiss.”

His words echo in my ears. I want him to know what they do to me. I cup his jaw with my left hand and burrow my right into his hair. I fist the flame-colored locks and tug before I press his head to me. I snag his lower lip between my teeth. I’m the aggressive one now. At least, I am for a moment. He pulls my hands away and lifts my arms over my head. While he holds my wrists with one hand, his other pinches my nipple.

“Daddy, please come. I need you to.”

He hears the desperation in my voice. The ache to pleasure him like he did for me makes me restless. He draws my left leg over his shoulder, leaning forward. He’s so impossibly deep that I scream.

“Yes!”

I try to lift my hips, but he keeps me positioned how he wants. He decides what I do and what I get. He’s dominating me, and I’m submitting, and it’s as though we have found our homeostasis. In my battle for control in the outside world, he gives me balance.

“You will come with me, little one.”

“Daddy.” It’s more a moan than a response.

It’s an exhalation of relief. The need that threatened to consume me has an outlet as he rubs his pubic bone against my clit, creating this astounding sensation.

And then it’s happening.

It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Not just better than the two he gave me at my place. Not just better than the ones he’s already given me tonight. It’s better than ever. Better than all theones I’ve given myself or any other man caused. None of them compare to this. I force my eyes open to watch him during every moment of this. I want him to have the best orgasm of his life.

He drills his cock into me until we’re both coming. He rocks his hips rather than thrusts.

“Carrie.”

My name is a puff of air, but the tone is reverent. I still feel like I’m the only thing that exists for him. That I have his undivided attention, and I know that’s not something easily accomplished for a man whose situational awareness is always in overdrive. This time, when I bury my fingers in his hair, it’s with a gentle caress. He leans over me, kissing my neck and shoulder as I run my hands over his shoulders and back. I feel the muscles bunch and relax as his hands slide under my shoulders to hold me closer.

“Daddy.”

“I know,cailín.”

And I believe he does. I believe this was just as monumental an experience for him as it was for me. This wasn’t about two bodies belonging to people who love to fuck and fit well together. We hug in silence until his dick softens. He straightens, and when he pulls out, we see his cum mixed with my pussy’s cream. I flex my pussy until I feel his cum dribble down to my asshole. Then I clench to keep the rest inside me. He swirls it around my hole and presses against it, but he doesn’t enter me.

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