Page 35 of Bound to the Crime Lord

I cupped the back of his neck and pulled him back down to me. This time there was no moment of sweetness to our kiss. It was angry, rough, and scorching. All things I associated with this man, but there was also something else, there. Something deeper than I would ever allow myself to delve too much into.

I ground my aching pussy into him, his hard length poking me, his tip kissing my lips with the smallest of touches.

“Oh…” I moaned against his lips. “I want you.”

He didn’t need me to beg or plead with him. He had waited just as long as I had.

He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. I thought he would throw me down onto the mattress, but instead, he lowered me to my feet and turned me so my back was toward him.

He pressed his hand into my lower back and forced me to place my hands on the mattress. His large palm came down onto my ass with a loud smack. The sound vibrated through the room the same way the sweet sensation rippled through my entire body.

This man was going to be my undoing.

He moved his length up and down my slickness.

“Don't tease me.” The anger that left my lips was unlike me, but it mirrored the frustration he was placing me under. “Just fuck me, Manuel.”

Another smack bounced off my cheek. The pleasure tore through me like a tidal wave.

“Quiet.”

He plunged inside me with one swift thrust.

“Oh my God.”

He filled me up completely.

He waited for a moment for me to get accustomed to his size.

His fingernails dug into my skin. His body strained as he fought the natural instinct to move.

“It’s okay,” I panted. “Move.”

He pulled out of me and then slammed back into me with viscous force. His movement ripped me apart in ways that I could not explain in words.

He repeated his motions, each thrust burrowing himself deeper into my pussy.

I pushed back on him, meeting him every time and giving back as much as he was giving. He pressed his back to mine and used his one hand to cup my breast and massage the soft flesh.

“Your pussy holds me well,amor.” He grazed his teeth against my shoulder. “So. Fucking. Well.”

His assaults were calloused, and there was no gentleness in any of his movements. He was fucking me just as I had wanted. But not only that, he was claiming me, branding my body as his.

Normally, that would turn me off, but with him, it only increased the heat throughout my body.

“Oh, Manuel…”

He raised his top half and took me along with him. He locked arms behind my back and plunged into me with a rapid rhythm that left me screaming.

It was so good. I had never felt cock quite like his.

I could feel myself drawing closer to the edge of that cliff.

I was right on the edge, drawing closer and closer until…

Manuel ripped himself from my pussy. But before I could even let my complaints be vocal, he flipped me and threw me onto the bed.

I didn’t get much time to react before he was between my legs. His cock found its way back inside of me with little effort. Our gazes locked as he found my sweet spot once more.

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