Page 87 of Vicious Addictions

His Adam’s apple bobs a mile a minute as he reads the truth of my words plastered all over my face.

“Look at me… just… look at me,” he begs in reply, pushing the crown of his cock at my center, inch by tortuous inch.

My nails sink into his bare shoulders, branding him as mine just as his cock is determined to brand me as his.

Jude’s gaze never wavers from mine as he continues to push slowly through until his shaft has reached the hilt.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks in utter agony.

“No. Don’t stop,” I encourage, remembering about hurting a bit the first time.

“I’m going to move now, love. Tell me if it gets to be too much for you.”

I nod, keeping my gaze locked with his for courage.

Jude then slowly thrusts himself inside me, ever so delicately, until my pussy has molded itself to his size.

“How does that feel?” he asks after managing to place his hand between us, using his fingers to draw circles on my clit.

“Good. That feels really good,” I pant.

The intensity of it all grows to a boiling point when his thrusts begin to speed up in tandem with his fingers’ ministrations.

“Does it feel good to you?”

“Fuck, Mina, don’t ask me shit like that,” he grunts, sweat covering his brow as he keeps up to his exhilarating tempo.

“Is that a no?”

“Fuck, no!” he growls, finally losing his cool. “I could fucking live in this pussy. Fuck. You feel so good. So fucking good.”

“Keep talking,” I moan out loudly when his words start driving me just as insane as his cock and fingers.

“What do you want to hear, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice dropping to a seductive octave. “Do you want to hear me say that I’ve dreamed about taking your cherry more times than I can count? That I lie awake at night beating my cock into submission with memories of you, legs spread open for me back in that godforsaken hotel room? That to this day, I have to force myself to stay away or fuck you in every room of this goddamn house? Is that what you want to hear, love? Or that anytime I so much as look at you, all I want to do is kiss that smart mouth of yours and claim it as mine.”

“Ah!” I yell out in ecstasy, forcing him to cover my mouth with his to muffle my lust-filled wails.

“Not happening, love,” he says after breaking our kiss, but not before ensuring I won’t cry out again. “No way am I going to run the risk of your psycho cousins busting into this room. Not now when your pussy is clenching around my cock so fucking fantastically.”

White stars blind my vision as he keeps thrusting into me like a man gone mad.

It’s all too much.

Too much.

And before I can stop it, a second orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, bashing into me in a way that will forever change the fabric of my very being.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jude praises in agony before swallowing up my loud cries with another ardent kiss, pounding into me until he’s the one falling off the precipice.

When his body stills over mine, I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight, wanting to keep him close for fear that he might disappear.

This… this was all I ever imagined it would be, and then some. But if he leaves, I don’t think my heart could withstand it.

Jude then shifts in my embrace, and I reluctantly let go of my hold on him. I let out a relieved breath when he lies beside me, pulling me closer until my head is perched on top of his chest.

“Sleep, love. Your body needs to rest after such a day.”

As the words stumble out of his mouth, my eyelids become heavy, giving in to the exhaustion of being kidnapped by the Bratva and Jude’s lovemaking.

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