Page 14 of The Mobster's Flower

The dam breaks, and I orgasm with a sob, my sex clenching and releasing around his tongue. He doesn’t stop, drawing out the orgasm until I am a trembling mess with all my senses fried to a crisp.

My mind is empty and breathing labored when he finally pulls away from me. He kneels between my parted thighs and starts tugging at his pants, pulling down the zipper so forcefully, it almost snaps. I watch with glazed eyes as he shoves down his pants and fists his thick cock, taking it out of his briefs.

I’ve seen a cock before. Not in real life, but in the porn videos I saw the one night I’d been brave enough to look…

Christ, whatever this man is packing is nothing like the cocks I saw in those videos. It’s massive Nestled in dark hair, it looks angry with veins popping against the massive girth, and for the first time since begging this man to have sex with me, I reconsider my stance.

“Vlad,” I whisper, suddenly nervous.

There is a heated, feral, and almost predatory look on his face as he climbs up my body, licking at his glistening lips. Vlad braces his left arm on the spot beside my head, those dark eyes boring into mine as he brings his shaft between my legs. “I’m doing this raw,” he growls deeply. “Teach little girls not to go around playing with fire.”

“Vlad,” I whisper again, weakly this time. “I…I don’t think… It won’t fit.”

“It will,” he promises, rubbing his thick cockhead over my sex, gathering my arousal to the tip of his shaft before pressing it to my entrance. “This pussy was made to take my cock. It’ll fit.” He thrusts his hips forward, and I wince at the hard press of his shaft inside of me, stretching me.

“So big,” I whimper, even if he’s barely in.

“You are so fucking tight, Rue,” he grinds out through clenched teeth. His chest is heaving as he slides another inch into my body, his face a mask of control, but I can see it slippingslowly. Vlad is holding back when he assured me he wouldn’t. It’s almost as if the man is fighting his true nature so he doesn’t hurt me.

It’s what he’s been doing the entire time. Putting my needs first over his own despite everything in him fighting against it. My heart tugs in my chest at his restraint, and I realize that I want to make him feel good too.

“Do it,” I whisper, bringing my fingers to the man’s face. “I want to feel all of you in me.” Not sure if that is possible but everything else about this man fits perfectly well with me so I am going off blind hope that this part of us does so as well.

His face is a mask of pain when our eyes lock, but I see his control slip as he grabs onto my thigh and slams into me, filling me with every inch of his manhood, driving my back up the seat. “Fuuuck!” he roars with his massive cock buried inside of me. “Fuck, you are so tight. So, fucking gorgeous.”

A barrage of sensations overwhelms me.

It hurts. But of course, it hurts, the man is built like a bull. I can feel every inch of him inside of me, but on top of the discomfort I feel as my muscles flex around his massive erection, there is…need.

There’s euphoria.

I always thought about the moment I would lose my virginity. How it would happen and when. Would it be at night or day? I thought about all the semantics of it, but never about the man I would lose it to.

Your virginity is mine!

Or the fact that I would feel his heart beat in tune with mine and crave to be one with him not just in body but in soul. No, I did not account for the fact that the experience would gobeyond physical. My eyes well up as I stare up at the man, hating the way my heart trembles as he looks down at me with thinly veiled concern.

I can’t fall for him. That would be disastrous, and yet, I see myself growing addicted to everything about this man.

Do you know what happens when little girls play with fire?

Chapter Six

Vlad

It’s insanity.

The idea that this is going to happen once and then we’ll both go about our lives as if it never did. No, there is no moving on from this…from her. I have never lost control over a situation the way I have with this girl, and I acknowledge what I refused to back at the hospital.

Rue Carter is mine.

Her tight pussy has a death grip on my cock, and I am forced to clench my teeth to not spill on the spot. Every muscle in my body is straining, fighting to hold back the need to rut her like a dog, but despite my earlier warnings, I have no intention of hurting this girl.

Christ, I could have waited until we were somewhere more comfortable and private. Instead of leather, she would be lying on soft silk sheets in a bed that wouldn’t leave her back hurting. I could have tried to wait, but her writhing and moaning as she rubbed her pussy all over my dick proved to be my limit.

In a matter of hours, this girl has turned me into a possessive man, and the thought of someone else touching her sends murderous thoughts surfacing in my mind. I will hunt down any man that tries to take her from me.

“You are mine,” I grind out possessively, and maybe I should hold back a little on outright claiming the girl since we just met, but it’s useless hiding how I feel. “I know it hurts, baby, let me help you feel better.” My mouth seeks hers, and she opens up for me beautifully, whimpering against my lips. I deepen the kiss, tonguing that sexy mouth until I feel her start to relax under me and the grip she has around my shoulders ease a little. Her hips start to move restlessly, and I break the kiss to trail my mouth down her neck, leaning in to kiss the sensitive spot under her ear.

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