Page 75 of Mob Knight

“Cormac, I will. I don’t know syndicate life here in New York, but I trust you. I want you to know it wasn’t lack of trust today. Just the opposite. I thought I was taking care of you by not upsetting you.”

“I get that, little one.”

He presses a kiss to my lips before I scoot all the way back to rest against the pillow. He stands up and strips before climbing onto the bed.

“Cailín, I’m about to have my way with you just the way I want it. It might be slow and smooth, or it might be fast and rough. You’re going to do exactly as you’re told because you’re mine, and I decide. You will not come until I tell you, you can.”

“Daddy, I’m a good girl. A good girl who needs to be fucked.”

He thrusts hard enough for me to grip the sheets in both hands. Holy hell. If he were any deeper, he’d be pushing up my throat.

“Yeah, Daddy…Make me a good girl…Daddy, do I make you feel good?”

I don’t have a clue what I’m rambling on about, but my dirty talk’s making him thrust harder and grunt.

“Daddy, I’ll be a good girl for that cock.”

The pace he sets steals my breath for a moment, but I’m here for it.

“Ooh, Daddy, you’re getting a little rough. Your cock is so big. Holy fuck!”

“And you’re so fucking tight, little one. You make it so hard to last.”

“I’d say you’re perfectly hard.”

I grin, but it ends on a moan. Neither of us speaks as we move together, our bodies in sync. I grasp his upper arms as he rocks into me. He lowers himself onto his forearm, and his left hand wraps around my throat. At first, it just rests there. As sweat beads on his brow, he squeezes incrementally. He’s observing me, attuned to everything about me. Just as I feel the need to gasp, and things threaten to get fuzzy, he releases me.

“Come!”

I scream as my orgasm rips through me. He tenses above me, his face a picture of concentration. Then he smiles, and it’s a ray of sunshine after a thunderstorm. He rolls off me, and that’s when we both look down.

Fucking hell.

We forgot the condom.

Cormac’s gaze meets mine as we both stare in horrified shock for a moment. I’ve always been incredibly careful and never had sex without a condom, even with guys I was in committed relationships with or Doms who I was exclusive with. I’ve alsobeen on birth control since I left for college, so I’ve been doubly careful practically since I started having sex.

I inhale deeply and wait for Cormac to say something, unsure how pissed he might be. He must see my anxiousness because his hand reaches out and entwines our fingers.

“Little one, I get tested regularly as a member of my clubs. I can show you the results from just after Deirdre and I ended things, but I’ve never had sex without a condom, not once.”

“Same thing, Daddy. I’ve only ever had sex with condoms and only twice before I went on birth control. I have an IUD, so I’m not overly concerned about that, and I have to get tested for my club too. It’s been nearly six months, and I’m due for a new test, but I can show you the results from the old one.”

“I believe you, Joey. From the look on your face, I have no reason not to. More like stunned surprise, shall we say?”

“You don’t exactly appear unruffled either, Cormac.”

We lay looking at each other for another moment, then we roll onto our sides, and he wraps his arm over my waist. I slide my thigh between his, and his hand drifts down to my ass. I love how he cups it and holds onto it.

It’s one of the many ways he makes me feel precious. We go back to the gentle kisses from before. I could curl up and fall asleep right now, completely content, but my stomach grumbles and seems to trigger his because we laugh and sit up.

“Did you work up an appetite, little one?”

I glance down at his cock and lick my lips. It’s an insatiable appetite. He playfully pushes me toward the edge of the bed, and when I roll over, he gives my ass a playful tap, mindful it’s sore from my punishment.

Just like the other times when I’ve been here, I opt to remain naked after sex. We usually start our evenings when I’m here with me in lingerie I bring or just the bra I was already wearing. But once we’ve had sex a few times, I see no point to dressingagain. If I get chilly, then he’ll offer me a shirt. It’s always a button down I leave open, allowing him to fondle me whenever he wants. With our around the clock dynamic, he has free use. With how often the man has his dick inside me, I’ve never felt so desired or desirable in my life.

We head out to the kitchen, and I grab the apron he bought for me—since I’m usually mostly naked—before we make dinner together. Safety first.

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