Page 85 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?

“Shit. You are so tight, Chai. This feels amazing. I’m gonna make it good for you. Just relax for me.”

I try to do that, focusing on how full I feel. The strangeness of it is stronger at first, but as he starts thrusting slowly, the pleasure returns. Pressure starts building up within me, my body taking what he’s willing to give me. It feels good. So good.

I start moving my hips, meeting him halfway as he picks up speed. I can feel him opening me up with every thrust, claiming more of me just like I wanted. I can see why he likes my dick so much, why he’s riding it every chance he gets. Still, while I’m loving this and have wanted it for a while, I think I prefer it when I’m the one making him lose his mind with my cock.

“That’s it, move with me.Fuuck.”

Grunts and moans fill the room, some mine, some his. He builds up his pace gradually, going faster and harder and deeper with every slide. When he starts feeling I’m getting close, he rolls me over and kisses me, grabbing my dick with his hand.

I lose the ability to do anything but kiss him back and feel him as I near the edge. He guides me to it, his tongue greedy and dominant. It owns my mouth, adding to the all-encompassing sensation of being at his mercy. Before long I am coming. He keeps pumping as I shudder and shake, sitting up and hooking my legs over his shoulders.

“Gonna fill you up so good. You want that?”

I nod enthusiastically as the last tendrils of my orgasm rack through me, anticipation flipping my stomach as I feel him tense up. His rhythm skews and turns chaotic, his moans reverberating through me as he chases that peak of pleasure.

It barrels through him a couple thrusts later and I moan with him as he spills inside me, each spurt more violent than the other. His voice is hoarse by the end of it, and he collapses on top of me, heaving and sweaty. I wrap my arms around him, kissing his head.

“I’m dead,” he mumbles some minutes later, carefully slipping out of me. “I’m dead and I’ve gone to horny heaven.”

Raking my hand through his messy hair, I chuckle. I feel soreness in new places, the sensation not letting my body forget the intense pleasure Leo made me experience.

“Not funny,” I protest, kissing his cheek this time.

“Just a little. Do you think you are ready to move? We could both use a shower.” He runs his fingers down my flank, sliding them under me. They find my hole, gently rubbing and probing. “Think you’ll be up for a round two after we wash up? Or maybe we can do it in the bathtub, with the curtains open.”

“I am, but you might need to carry me there.”

He grins, kissing my chest. “Shit. I did youthatgood with my monster cock, huh?”

“I’m confident I can make it up to you,” I say with a shaky voice as he adds a second finger.

“Hmm. That needs testing. Like, right now. It was amazing fucking you, but I think I’m too addicted to your dick, so my ass feels a little ignored and lonely.”

“Ah. So that’s what you really meant by round two.”

He rolls his eyes, grinning from ear to ear. “C’mon, Chai. You know I’m a slut for you and can’t go to bed unless you give me a nice pounding.”

He’s such a brat sometimes. I shuffle up the bed, propping myself against the pillows. He sits back on his haunches, licking his lips, teasing his waking cock and rubbing his nipples while he makes comically sexy faces at me and urges me to give him the good fucking he deserves.

I can’t say no. I don’t want to, looking forward to round two as much as he is even if I pretend otherwise. He doesn’t buy it of course, seeing right through me as he drags me over to the bathroom. He’s prepared some toys on the counter already, but when I aim a questioning look his way, he just bats his eyelashes innocently.

“I have absolutely no idea whatsoever how these sex toys ended up here. It must be a coincidence. Or maybe we have a ghost problem.”

I chuckle, giddy and horny. Yes, Leo’s definitely a brat. But an adorable one that I plan to keep at my side no matter what awaits us.

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