Page 17 of Beastly Boss

It’s such a primal thing, but I can’t seem to stop myself from painting her tits with my cum as well. Kimbra rubs my warm seed into her skin and grabs her breasts as if unable to control herself. She presses her tits together and thrusts her chest forward in invitation.

My aching cock is still hard, even after the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I’ve turned into an insatiable beast with a ferocious appetite as I stare at her giant, cum-covered breasts. Then, I fuck those, too.

We both let out an agonizing groan when I shove my cock against her slick slit over and over. “Like that?” I grit out in a guttural voice. “Like when I titty fuck you?”

Kimbra nods, her mouth opening as she stares at the head of my shaft peeking through her breasts. Jesus Christ, is she…

My wild, filthy fucking princess licks a pearl of cum from the tip, and I slam my eyes shut as sparks of light cloud my vision. Swear to God I can’t see, hear, or even breathe as I empty myself completely. It hurts so goddamn good, the pain pulsing from thebase of my shaft to the very tip, where Kimbra is sucking and massaging me with her tongue.

With the strength completely drained from every facet of my body, I collapse on top of my sexy-as-hell woman. After a moment to recover some of my strength, I manage to roll over so I don’t crush her.

Kimbra curls up against my chest and traces my tattoos with the tips of her fingers. She pauses when she gets to a nasty scar from a gunshot wound on my left shoulder. Her soft hand continues to trail down my body, pausing whenever she encounters the raised, ugly skin of old scars.

“How did you get all of these?” she whispers. My sweet girl presses the lightest kiss to a jagged line from a knife fight before becoming the head of the family.

“Bullets. Knives. Fists,” I answer truthfully. “A fair share of my scars are from my father,” I say for some stupid reason.Why did I tell her that?

“Aurelio…”

“It doesn’t matter,” I clip out. I’m frustrated at myself for letting something so personal slip.

“Don’t hide from me,” Kimbra gently commands. “You took me in at my lowest point. I was vulnerable, but you made me strong. Let me be here for you, too.”

I swallow thickly and stare at the ceiling, not sure where to begin. “I knew my path in life from a very young age,” I whisper. Kimbra brushes her hand over my heart, holding all the pieces together with her tender touch. “I needed to be tough. Ruthless. My father taught me how to take a beating and how to give one, too.”

“He beat you up? How old were you?”

I shrug. I haven’t thought about my childhood since… well, since childhood. Once I matured enough to take onresponsibilities in the Family, nothing else mattered. “I suppose we first started sparring when I was ten.”

“That’s awful. I’m so sorry you went through that,” my sweet girl whispers.

“It was all part of the training. My father knew I had to be resilient to take his place as the Boss, and he created tests along the way for me to prove my worth.”

“I can’t imagine what that must have been like. You know you don’t have to keep proving yourself, right? You’re enough. You’re more than enough. To me, you’re everything.”

God, this woman. How can she be this filthy, sexy minx one minute and soothe me with her kindness the next?

“I don’t deserve you,” I say softly.

“You deserve good things,” she counters. “You deserve love.”

I don’t know how to respond to that, but luckily, I don’t have to. My phone rings, and I’m thankful for the distraction. Things are getting too real, too raw for me to handle. Kimbra undoes me in ways I don’t understand.

I grab my phone and throw on a pair of sweatpants, trying and failing not to look at Kimbra one last time. She looks confused and sad, which makes me want to punch myself in the face. I don’t deserve her sweet words and pure heart. I’m too damaged, too far gone to be saved.

“Enrico,” I answer as I step outside of the room. I hear Kimbra’s footsteps heading toward the en suite bathroom to clean up the mess we made this morning. The primal part of me loves that she’s sticky with my cum, and another part of me feels like a monster for claiming her so roughly.

Fuck me, I’ve felt the full range of human emotion the last twelve hours. It’s rather disorienting for someone who previously only had two emotions: angry and annoyed.

“Boss? Did you hear what I said?”

“What? Yes. No. Say it again.” I shake my head at my flustered words. I need to focus.

“One of our men got a bullet through the head last night. He was found early this morning with a note stapled to his chest. It said,Stand down, or you’re next. Soon, you won’t have the Lieutenant to protect you.”

“Shit,” I mutter. “I thought we’d have more time.”

“They’re going after their own now?” Enrico asks. “I don’t know if I buy it.”

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