Page 13 of Claimed By the Mobster
“I said, sit on my face.” I make my tone deep and commanding.
A snort of laughter escapes her. “I can’t! I’ll squish you. And I haven’t showered.”
“I don’t care,” I say roughly. I reach for her, but she resists. There’s a gleam of arousal in her eyes, but she shakes her head.
“I’ll suffocate you.”
“Let’s hope.” I grasp the ripe handfuls of her arse and drag her forwards. As soon as she’s within range I lunge and give her a greedy lick.
She squeaks with surprise, and holds herself away.
Nope. Not accepting that. I urge her down onto my mouth, tongue fucking her as I do.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” I admit harshly. “About how you’d taste.”
“How do I taste?” she gasps out, a thread of worry and also defiance in her words.
“Fucking delicious. The best flavour I’ve ever known.” I stroke her thigh. “Now give me your pussy properly, darling.”
She slowly lowers herself fully to my mouth as I lay my head on the sheets. I don’t hesitate. I eat. I feast. I cover myself in her sweet and salty taste, gorging. I hold her in place with both hands on her plump arse as she writhes and pants.
“That’s it. Ride my face,” I encourage her as she gains confidence. “Use me. Give me your orgasm, it’smine.”
She’s all mine, and her wet slit is heaven. Feeling her soft folds on my tongue and giving her this pleasure—I’m certain this is her first time and I’m savagely happy to do this for her.
We’re both figuring out how she likes this, so it’s not instant, even though I can feel how worked up she is. She’s soaking. Her honey dribbles down my chin, and it’s a fucking badge of honour.
I lick and nibble. I suck. I shove into her hole, fucking her with my tongue. I listen to her every moan and feel how she moves into some motions and stills on others. And then I find it. Firm, long licks from her tight little hole all the way over her clit. She shakes. It drives her crazy.
“My good girl.” Then I go at her harder with those licks that I’ve discovered. She moans and I don’t stop. My tongue is aching. My jaw is cramped. Don’t care. Nothing will ever be as perfect as she is.
Then I get my reward.
I feel it before she cries out. A tightening. A pulse.
She sobs as her orgasm overtakes her, legs going weak, falling forward onto her hands above my head. Finally she fully rests her weight on me as I gently lick her through the jolts and shudders. The way her pussy clenches makes my cock even harder.
I’m so stupidly proud. Of her. Of myself. I’m the most influential kingpin in London, and obscenely wealthy, and I want to beat my chest that I’ve made my girl come all over my face.
Look, no hands needed. Ha.
She slumps and I can’t hold onto restraint any longer. I lift her off my face and lay her back onto my bed, a ruined girl, all mussed hair and tired limbs.
Then I’m kneeling over her. Anwyn’s eyes are hazy with lust as she looks up at me, wrecked, her hair gleaming sunshine and caramel, all over the pillow, her lower lip plump and red from where she’s bitten down on it as I made her come.
I need relief. I told myself I could deal with not coming, but that was a fucking lie. I’m a beast and while I can manage not to take her virginity, I am going to mark her. I free my erection and my fist is over the leaking head, stroking up and down, enjoying the moment before her eyes even go wide.
My grip is brutal and my chest is heaving. I look at her all I want, gaze skittering from her breasts to her face, down to her exposed cunt, wet and swollen from my ministrations.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I tell her as the pleasure coils at the base of my spine.
“No, you are.” Her hands find my fine-wool-covered thighs, not even naked skin because I was too desperate to do more than pull out my aching cock. She burrows her fingers between the fabric and my skin as though she needs to feel me as much as I did her.
Over the last six months we’ve both kept our eyes and hands to ourselves, and now the cumulated greed is unassailable. She clasps my leg like she’d keep me here, knelt over her, knees either side of her thighs, and looks at where the hair trails down my pecs, over my abs and to my cock.
There aren’t words for this moment. Everything is both of us taking what we need. A lifetime’s worth of seeing each other after far too long waiting.
“I’m going to spill all over you,” I grind out. “I want to see you with my seed on your lovely skin.”
