Page 12 of Claimed By the Mobster
A small handful, they fit into my palms and she looks at me shyly, from under her lashes as I cup them and drag my thumbs over both of her nipples simultaneously. That makes her mew with need, so I give in and bring my mouth to the sensitive flesh I’ve revealed, tonguing and teasing her with gentle bites. My sweet girl.
She lets me unwrap my perfect little present. I leave slow kisses wherever I peel off clothes. I lick her skin; I’m a beast, tasting her and leaving my scent on every part. Next are her pyjama bottoms, baggy over her legs and riding low on her hips. I can’t help but feel she’s a gift for me as I pull undone the bow she’s tied at her navel.
Mine.
I mouth the possessive word into her neck as I slide my hands over her smooth buttocks and drop the fabric down her thighs. I squeeze the creamy flesh and force her to me, flexing my hips the slightest amount to ease the need and ramp up the tension. She gasps at the sensation of hard into soft. My cock against her belly.
Mine.
For tonight, she is my captive and my lover. Mine to pleasure and protect.
If I ever doubted whether she held all of my heart, that doubt ended the instant I saw that man standing over her,hurtingher. I almost regret killing him outright. I’d like to have the option of murdering him repeatedly, torturing him for laying a finger on her.
No one will ever hurt my girl again. Not even me, unless she asks for it. Damn but I wouldn’t mind pulling her hair or smacking her bottom.
My cock is seeping precome, but all I want to do is touch her. I want to explore her body until I know every dip, every sensitive place, and sweet clever girl that she is, she understands that I need her naked, and lifts herself to wriggle out of her remaining clothes.
“Hold my shoulders,” I tell her when she wobbles trying to get out of her shorts.
The good thing about being almost forty is that even though I’m aware we only have this single night together, I know not to rush. Twenty years ago—hell even a decade ago—I’d have tried to hurry. I’d have sought to do everything in these few special hours we have. Now I know that this time is a gift to be savoured, not an invitation to run towards some goalpost that would leave us both unsatisfied. I want her to remember this for years to come as a perfect introduction to how a man can make her feel.
HowImake her feel.
So when she reaches for my trousers, although my cock aches, I let out a soft sound of disapproval and guide her away.
“No fair,” she complains. “Don’t I even get to see your chest?”
I sigh and I’m not sure if I’m irritated or amused, flattered or turned on that she’d like to see my body. I suppose it is more covered, as a rule, than hers.
“Did you mean to torture me with those little dresses you wore?” I ask as I strip off my shirt.
Her lips twitch and she fails to hide a satisfied, naughty grin as she regards the muscles I’ve revealed.
“Minx,” I growl. “I’ll make you pay for that.” I drag her close again, kissing and exploring her body. She’s equally greedy, still reaching between my legs.
I need to control this before it gets out of control. I trap her wrists where she has unbuckled my belt, grabbing first one hand then the other and pinning them at the small of her back. She arches into me and arousal flares from my heart to my cock at the sight and feel of her caught. Under my command.
Completely naked for me. I can’t get enough of touching her, pressing my fingers in where she’s soft and nipping at her where it makes her cry out. I sweep away her hair from where it covers her breasts and give it an experimental tug. She lets out a sigh and rocks her pussy into me.
Mmm. Filing that information for later.
“Are you wet, darling?”
“Maybe.”
Such a brat. A complete disobedient tease, my girl. She’s perfectly diligent with her studies, but with me she can be naughty.
“I bet you are,” I say between kisses. I’m going to have her thighs as earmuffs, to drown out the chant that I’m a bad man for wanting her and a worse one for taking this. Finally.
And I’ve got an idea about how to make this even better. Hotter. A moment I can claim her, that she won’t forget.
Jealous rage sparks at the thought of some fool in the future not making her come like I’m going to. I ignore it.
Releasing her hands, I lie back on the bed, smiling at her expression of alarm and curiosity.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
“What?”
