Page 11 of The Mobster's Flower

“I don’t understand why you’re so adamant about this, but thank you,” she says, closing the last inch between us by wrapping her arms around me in a sudden embrace. A hug is the last thing I expected from this girl, and it causes my cock to jump in my pants at the contact. The air grows heavy, and my breathing picks up at feel of her pressed against me.

God help me, how am I supposed to resist this girl when the slightest touch sets my whole body on fire? The way she caresses my back with a satisfied hum as I wrap my arms around her is sweet, but it sends heat licking up my body and slowly melting what little control I’m clinging to. The sound is so soft, I’m not sure she even realizes she’s doing it.

But when I look down at her and her eyes meet mine, I can clearly see her pupils are blown wide with lust, so dilated her olive-green irises are barely visible.

“Vlad,” she whispers, and I realize this is the first she’s said my name, but I don’t focus on that as she’s already pressing up against me. I clench my teeth when I feel her small, perky tits press hard against my chest. I don’t think she knows what her body is asking for. I put my hands on her hips and pull her tighter against me, letting her feel the effect her proximity is having on me.

Fuuuck!

“What do you want, little girl?” I ask her.

“This,” she says, her voice hoarse with desire and shyness. “You.”

“You better be sure about this, Rue,” I grind out through the lump in my throat, running the back of my hand over her soft cheeks. Her eyes flutter dazedly when I caress her jaw, but they snap open when I wrap her curly red hair around my fist and tug lightly. “I am nothing like the boys you’ve dated before. I’ll wreck you.”

“I want that,” she whispers, her tits rising and falling quickly the longer I stare into her pretty green eyes.

“You better take my words seriously,” I growl, running my eyes over her flushed expression. “If I touch you the way I want to, there will be no stopping until your back is to this wall and you are riding my dick.”

She sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes flashing with blind trust, but really, she shouldn’t trust me. I would never do anything to hurt her, at least not consciously, but with desire pushing for me to claim her, I don’t know how much of my hunger I can keep at bay.

I want her.

Fuck, I crave her with such hunger, it terrifies me, and I am not a guy that scares easy.

My eyes drop to her cherry-red lips, and like the rest of her, they are perfect. Held in a slight pout, begging for a kiss, and slowly, my control or whatever shred of it I am grasping onto shatters.

Her eyes flutter to a close when I lower my mouth to hers, but I stop, staring at her flushed face as she waits for me to kissher. I can’t believe that despite what she may or may not have heard about me, she’s still willing to be vulnerable with me.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, her eyes firmly shut.

And so, I do.

I close the distance between us and crash my lips down on hers. Her lips part for me and she makes a low noise at the back of her throat that leaves me weak. A rough groan climbs my throat as I deepen the kiss, licking our tongues together in feral need. She whimpers, bringing her hands to my shoulders and returning the kiss. It’s wet and needy, and my head grows light from her intoxicating scent and taste.

Everything about this girl reminds me of spring. She is like a breath of fresh air, and I kiss her like her lips hold the very oxygen I need to live.

With a low groan, I drop my hands from her hair to her ass cheeks, squeezing the mounds over her dress even as I lick into her sexy little mouth.

“You should stop me,” I rasp, pulling back from her lips. Her arms are locked around my neck, and I watch as her tongue sneaks out to lick her swollen lips. She doesn’t open her eyes to look at me even as she shakes her head.

“I don’t want to stop… Oh!” She gasps when I rock forward, pinning my hard cock against her.

“Feel how hard I am for you?” I ask, my voice coming out much harsher than I want it to. “Do you want me to fuck you and take your virginity here on this fucking warehouse floor?”

Her eyes shoot open, and she blinks owlishly at me; it’s almost comical except I don’t find it funny. Not at all. I am ready to fuck this girl against the warehouse wall. Rut her tight, youngpussy until she is yelling with pleasure at the top of her lungs, but now it seems that will not happen.

Not in this fucking warehouse, it won’t. She deserves more than that.

“H-how did you know?”

Fuck! I wanted to be wrong because then that would make me feel like less of an opportunistic douchebag. “You are either an awkward kisser, or you are new to this. My bet is you’ve never kissed anyone in your life.”

“I’m not a good kisser? You didn’t like it?”

“I more than liked it.”A little too much, and that’s the fucking problem. I should have at least a shred of self-control or fucking self-awareness when I am kissing this girl, but feeling her lips pressed against mine and knowing they’ve never touched another man has my gut tightening with both need and pleasure.

I spin her around so her back is facing the wall, pinning my dick hard against her sex and fighting the need to tear off the clothes standing between me and her hot center.

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