Page 15 of The Mobster's Flower

“Vlad,” she moans, writhing needily on my cock. She trails her hands down to my waist and tugs at my shirt, her hungry hands seeking skin. “Want more,” she whines, dragging her blunt nails down my back, and I go blind with pleasure for a second.

I grab her knee and raise it, pulling out of her pussy before slamming back into her wet heat with a harsh growl. She cries out, her back arching and head pressing against the car door. She’s a fucking sight. And then I start moving, stroking my hard cock inside of her in brutal, feral drives, solely feeding the beast inside of me.

“Is this what you wanted, getting your tight little pussy hammered in the back seat of car in the middle of nowhere?” I rasp, drinking in her flushed expression and the way her tits bounce with every thrust. “Anyone could walk by and see how well you take my cock, little girl. How much you like this bad man’s dick inside of you.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, digging her nails deeper into my skin as I slam into her, grinding the base of my cock against her clit with every thrust. She is so fucking tight, her sodden sex taking all of me like it was made for my cock. Only mine!

“This pussy belongs to me. Anyone who touches you will be sealing their own death,” I growl, dropping my mouth to her neck and raking my teeth over the smooth slope, breathing in her soft feminine scent. She smells like flowers, fresh and pure. “I want to know that you understand me, baby.”

“I do.”

“Then say it!”

“Vlad!”

I grip her knees and shove them up until she’s folded in half before pounding furiously into her wet cunt until the car is filled with the sound of skin slapping and she’s sobbing for release. “Say it!”

“Yours,” she sobs, her thighs beginning to tremble with every thrust.

The car rocks as I pick up my pace, pumping my cock into her with feral grunts. “I want to see you come apart again in my arms,” I rasp, feeling that familiar tingle at the base of my spine, but I am not going to spill my seed until she orgasms first, but fuck, it feels like such a difficult feat with her tight channel hugging my cock. I roll my hips in circles, teasing her clit as I thrust shallowly into her, and I can tell she’s close.

“Faster, Vlad,” she pants, dragging her nails down to my waist. “So close.”

I press down on her, thrusting my cock into her in fast, unmeasured pumps until her breath catches in her throat seconds before her pussy cinches hard around me, and then she releases with a scream. Her knees begin to shake and she arches as I fuck her through her climax, chasing my own with rough thrusts.

All it takes is three pumps until I am coming with a roar ripping through my chest. My muscles strain and balls pull up before I am spilling my cum in her womb in an endless stream. My drives are brutal, and my heated eyes stay on hers as I bury a part of myself inside of her.

“Mine,” I growl, grabbing her chin and forcing her glassy eyes on mine. “Only I get to own this body. Only I get to possess you. Mine!”

She blinks up at me, but this time, I don’t need her to affirm the words. I lean down and take her mouth with mine, kissing her hard even as her tight cunt milks me to my last drop. A hard shudder racks my body, but I don’t stop kissing her until we’re both out of breath.

I expect my words and the possessiveness they carry to scare her. I wait for her to withdraw from me, but to my surprise, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and nuzzles my neck like she’s touch starved. We stay that way for a while until I start to fear that the position may be uncomfortable, but before I can adjust myself, she breaks the silence.

“I feel better,” she whispers against my ear, her voice light when she does so. “I’m feeling better about the future of my business, but all those murderous promises you made are starting to concern me. Is that something people say during sex?”

I turn my head to the side and kiss her temple. “Did it turn you on?”

“I mean, I don’t want you to actually kill anyone but…it got the job done. Though I don’t know that it’s okay to say things like that.”

I chuckle, surprised and amused by the fact that she’s not freaking out over what just happened, considering it was herfirst time. This girl continues to surprise me When I think I have her figured out, she says or does something completely out of left field.

“There is no polite behavior during sex. That negates the whole idea of sex,” I tell her, leaning up so I don’t crush her. I straighten and help her up as well before wrapping my arms around her shoulders and drawing her close.

I don’t imagine this is what Arya had in mind when she told me to follow Rue and make sure she was alright. Even so, it’s happened already, and it’s a good thing that I’ve realized so quickly what she means to me.

“You should go back to the hospital,” Rue says, sensing where my thoughts have gone.

“Arya is fine. She is under the watchful eye of an ex-marine,” I tell her. “Besides, she asked me to make sure you are okay. She would have my head if I left you alone.”

Rue is quiet for a long time before she finally speaks. “You are nothing like I expected.”

“Those are the exact words you said to me back at the hospital. What do you mean by that?”

“You… You’re normal.”

Oh, baby. You have no idea. I am the furthest thing from normal. “And what were you expecting?”

“I pictured you would have the textbook look of a crime boss. You know, shaved head, black sunglasses, leather jacket, a pot belly maybe, smoking a long cigar, and waving a gun around.”

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