Page 16 of Stranded with My Mafia Boss

"You want my cock inside you. You want me to fuck you hard?" He punctuated his words with another searing kiss, one that left me breathless and wanting.

The dirty words worked much like the spanking. Moisture pooled, and I was pretty sure some was starting to drop down my thigh.

Damien pulled a packet from the end table drawer and ripped the foil, sheathing himself quickly. Then his hands on my hips guided me onto his erection. He thrust and moaned, and I gasped. It hurt and yet felt good at the same time. He stretched me, filling me. I was so wet he had no trouble sliding inside.

Could he tell? Did he know?

"God, you're perfect. So tight." He growled, his breath hot against my lips as I straddled him. I didn't move, taking a moment to get used to him inside me.

He pushed up with his hips and I couldn't help a small wince of pain. This was nothing as bad as the romance novels made it seem to be, but there was some pain.

"What is it?" Damien froze and tilted my chin until I met his gaze. "What's wrong?"

"I tried to tell you, but I couldn't." My words caught in my throat as my cheeks burned with embarrassment."

His jaw fell as he realized. "No. You're a virgin?"

I nodded once, looking down again. I wasn't ashamed of it, just afraid he might not like that for some reason.

"Fuck, Katie." He froze, then carefully lifted on my hips, repositioning himself. He buried his face in my chest, and soon sucked my nipples again, distracting me from the slight pain between my legs. When he moved again, he guided my hips so I lifted with him. Slowly, he eased in and out, and the pain disappeared as pleasure took over.

Before long, I was moving with him, finding a rhythm that brought more and more pleasure. The sensation of him inside me was like nothing I'd ever felt before, a lightning bolt of pleasure that left me reeling. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as he moved faster, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.

I whimpered, my hips bucking against him as my climax approached, looming like a tidal wave on the horizon. "I'm so close."

"Let go for me," he said. He moaned into my breasts, suckling and kneading as he moved faster, and then, with one final thrust, my world shattered into a thousand pieces with an orgasm of such intensity that it left me breathless and trembling in its wake. Damien held me tightly, his strong arms supporting me as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

He pushed forward, his body like a wave rising and cresting, then groaned and ground into me, groaning deep in his throat. Then he shuddered hard. I kissed him, still floating in the sea of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praised, stroking my back. "That was incredible, Katie. You were so tight, and you came like a goddess. Beautiful."

He scooped me up and carried me to the blankets on the floor. Damien lay next to me, his body warm against mine. I curled into him, feeling safe despite who I was falling asleep next to.

His hand slowly stroked my hair as he spoke softly. "You did wonderfully. Sleep now, beautiful."

Katie

The morning lightfiltered through my eyelids. While I was warm, bundled in blankets, my nose was chilly. I forced one eyelid open. We’d slept near the fire, and it had gone to glowing red and yellow coals. The smell of fresh coffee and something sweet cooking caught my attention enough to open both eyes. I sat up and shivered in the chilly air. Damien was in the kitchen.

He glanced at me. "Hold on, stay in the blankets. There’s still no power. I’ll put a few more logs on."

Since I was naked and my clothes were nowhere nearby, I wrapped up, then shuffled to the couch and hopped onto it.

Last night's events played back in my mind. The game, the unexpected tenderness from Damien, and the way his touch had set my skin aflame.

Now he wore a simple black t-shirt that clung to his muscular frame, which made watching him put the logs on the fire a treat as well. The loose gray sweatpants were a treat, too. Why did men look so dang good in sweats? His hair was tousled. A huge change from the expensive suits he normally wore. But I’d never really been alone before with him either.

Once the fire was blazing, he settled next to me on the couch and kissed me thoroughly. "Want some coffee?"

I blinked in surprise. This was definitely not the gruff, imposing boss I was used to at work.

"Yes, please."

"I brought clothes down for you, but don’t feel you have to put them on," he said, gesturing to the armchair holding a handful of clothing. He smiled cheekily. "I don’t mind if you stay naked all day."

He walked back to the kitchen and poured me a cup of coffee. The rich, inviting scent drew my blanket-clad self to the table. I added cream and sugar, and took a sip, letting the warmth spread through my chest. I winced as I sat down again. Both my rear and other bits were rather sore.

"Here you go." He slid a plate of toast and eggs in front of me. Those piercing blue eyes held so much warmth. Was this a Damien-doppelgänger?

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