Page 21 of Claimed By the Mobster
My fist closes and she smirks as the action tightens her hair onto her scalp.
“Brat,” I murmur as I draw her inexorably to where I need her. She gasps as I tug. “I’ll get you back for this.”
I will. I’m going to lick her until she screams for mercy after her seventh orgasm in a row.
Right after… Oh god.
She takes the sensitive tip of my cock between her lips and my chest compresses. My breath is stolen. The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve experienced in my forty years of life. Her mouth is hot and wet and soft. Her lips press over the helmet and I’m cross-eyed. I’m big. Intimidatingly so, but she’s so freaking brave, and though it’s obviously stuffing her mouth and she must be forcing her jaw open, she covers her teeth and it’s all smooth heat.
“Deeper,” I tell her, and she obeys, taking me down until my cock hits the back of her throat. Then without being told, she bobs her head and hollows out her cheeks.
“Good girl.”
She whimpers and I feel her nod. Oh, she likes that, does she?
“My good girl, I love the way you’re sucking my cock.” I don’t know who is more turned on by my words, her or me. I see a shudder go through her and reach down to find her nipple. “You like this too, don’t you? Is your pretty slit wet for me?”
“Uh,” she makes a noise that could be a yes or just a wordless indication of need.
“You know what good girls who have pleased their man with the way they suck his cock get?” I don’t wait for her answer. “They get to receive more. I’m going to take your virginity, darling. I’m going to stretch you out, open you up, and ruin you for any other man.”
I didn’t intend to be so possessive, but I can’t help it. She has her mouth over my cock and I want her. I want more, damn it. And wrong or not—who am I kidding, it is deliciously taboo to be shoving into a woman twenty years younger than me—I’m not stopping. She’s my son’s age. Even though virgins have never been my thing, with Anwyn it makes this insanely hot.
“Good girls get fucked in their mouths.” I can’t believe I’m saying this, or going to do it.
She moans her assent.
Ah, right. That’s why. Because she’s brave and strong and can take all of me. The light and the dark.
“And if it’s too much, good girls tap here.” I place her little hand on my thigh, even as she continues to drive me out of my mind with her tongue exploring the taut skin of my cock. “Do you understand?”
Another whimper, and our eyes meet over my glistening shaft. I card both hands into her hair, the silk holding me, as I shift so I can see as I pull her further, deeper with each thrust of my hips upwards and pull of her down. It feels like Anwyn is smooth everywhere I touch. I bet her pussy is heaven. My brain stutters on that, the taboo wrestling with how perfect this is.
She’s mine. I’m the only one who will ever fuck her mouth. I’m not going to let her go. She’ll never have bad sex, or heartbreak, or be messed around.
Nope. She’ll be loved and cherished and given orgasms and complimented. And used too, because my dirty girl likes this.
As I fuck into her mouth, I’m unable to look away, and she doesn’t let go of my thigh, digging her nails into my quads and encouraging me to take her rougher and harder than I would otherwise. Her eyes water, but her hand never wavers. Never taps. And she doesn’t take her eyes off mine.
It’s passionate in a way I should have known it would be with Anwyn. The back of her throat makes the top of my cock tingle. I’m not fully in, just the head, really, but it’s enough. It’s more than enough with her blue eyes on me. My balls pull up, readying. Pleasure spirals low in my belly.
It’s a damn good thing I feel her slight nod and her grip my leg, but that’s not where I’m ending this.
“You do that so well, darling,” I rasp.
A small choke from her, and I lift Anwyn’s head away, a line of spit connecting us until she swallows and then licks her lips.
“Why have you stopped?” There’s a hint of confusion in her open-mouthed look. Her exposed breasts heave and yes, she looks wrecked, lips red from taking my cock.
“I’m a bit old-fashioned,” I say with a lopsided grin. “I’m going to mark you as mine. But tell me, darling, where would you like my seed?”
Her eyes go wide.
“Where would you prefer my seed to go, my good girl?” I rasp. “In your mouth? Over those creamy thighs you teased me with? Painting your little tits? Or going bare and deep into your pussy, and breeding you.”
“Yes.”
And we understand each other, this girl and I, because I don’t have to clarify. She means she wants all of those.
