Page 148 of Dirty Mafia King
A low curse echoes through the bedroom.
“I don’t know what it feels like to climax while a man’s inside me.”
I gasp as he charges toward the bed. This is what happens when you wave a red flag at a bull.
“You want to be fucked?” He glares down at me.
Okay. Perhaps handcuffing myself to his bed isn’t the wisest decision, considering how angry he’s been. “Yes. Completely, utterly fucked.”
He’s already tearing off his clothes.
And then he’s on me so fast, my head spins.
He crawls between my thighs and then arches over me, dragging his bulbous tip across my pussy.
His hiss fills the air. “You’re dripping wet.”
“I told you. I. Want. You.”
“You’re a little goddamn cocktease,” he grunts, his fingers parting me, then invading.
I quiver beneath his touch. “Use me any way you like.”
His cock replaces his fingers, and he nudges the fat head just inside my entrance.
This is happening.
Lord, I hope I enjoy this.
“Beg.”
Our eyes lock. “Please. Fuck me.”
“Tell me how much you missed this.”
I blink. Okay … “I touched myself every night wishing it was your bull inside me.”
He thrusts and keeps going until I’m stuffed with his enormous size. I stretch around him, trying to relax while accommodating him.
“Your baby pussy,” he pants, “feels even better than last time.”
I nod, still struggling.
He kisses my forehead. “My little slut can talk the talk, but can she walk the walk?”
My struggleamuseshim.
But instead of taunting him, I open up. “You’re so big. I’m not sure I’ll like it.”
His lips curl.
Lord, he’s breathtaking.
All signs of the angry man prowling around the estate this week disappear. He’s delusional if he believes nothing exists between us.
“But even if I don’t, I’ll still be yours.”
His eyes flash, possessive and hot.
