Page 24 of Claimed By the Mobster
“That’s it,” he croons. “You’re doing perfectly. You are the best thing I’ve ever heard, coming and screaming like a banshee. You feel so good, coming around my cock, darling.” And it sounds as though he’s coaching me through a trial, but it’s pleasure so intense it might split me apart.
As my body eases, I’m aware again. Not just of his impossibly large and solid cock thrusting into me, only the tip at my entrance, slowly now, almost lazily. His hands digging into my hips, the smooth wood of his desk under me.
“Oh my god.” My brain is limp as a dramatic houseplant that hasn’t been watered for a week. My body is a sack of feelings, all good, all his.
“My best girl.” Ben leans over me, reaching out, and I stretch around to look into his face.
“That was…” There are no words.
“I’m glad.” He smiles, feral and dangerous, then his eyes narrow. “But this is wrong.”
8
BENEDICT
“Wrong? No,” she protests.
“Shhh, shh, that’s enough.” I pull out of her abruptly.
A sob escapes my girl and she grasps for me even as I pull her up and turn her into my arms. Face to face, as we should be for the first time I come inside her. Breed her.
No misunderstandings because she can’t see how sincere I am about this. About her.
“Mr Crosse, Ben. Don’t stop. It’s right,” she babbles. “I swear it’s right.” Her eyes are wide and I think she might be about to cry.
“Silly girl,” I mutter just before my mouth hits hers again. Then we’re kissing, tongues tangling, and her hands grasp the back of my head, holding me to her. “Thinking I’d leave this hot wet cunt of yours before I’ve filled you up.” I hitch her up my body—she’s so petite—and sit her on my desk. Then I drive back into her hot, waiting slit.
She really shouts this time as I enter her, and I roar.
“If you and I are wrong, I never want to be right.” I growl the words into her mouth around our kiss. “I don’t care. I’d defy every law in every part of the world to have you. Any price, I’ll pay it. Anything.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“You were made for me,” I say as I drag my tongue over her cheek.
“I thought—”
I laugh harshly. “You thought I’d give you up?Never. You’re mine now, Wyn. I’m going to move you and fuck you exactly as I choose.”
She lets out a squeak I’m taking as agreement, since it’s accompanied by a nod of her head that I feel against my ear.
“But the first time I come inside you I want you to see me, darling. Look into my eyes and see how I’m claiming this virgin cunt as mine. I’m going to watch you come again, and see your expression when I tell you I will breed you.”
Her look is full of wonder. “You want—”
“I’m raw inside you. That wasn’t an accident.” I grab under one of her knees and bring it up until her heel is on the edge of the desk. It opens her out, as I intended. Her head falls back and she moans. I drink it in, kissing her exposed neck, biting gently as I keep pistoning into her.
“I’m going to fill you up with my come. I’m going to press the head of my cock right up to your womb and plant my seed there.” I cram my hand between our bodies and indicate the place, low on her abdomen, where she’ll increase when she’s pregnant.
“Yes.” She’s shaking a bit and I love that.
“You want me to put a baby in you? You want me to make you round and ripe?” My chest constricts as I speak. I’m laying out all my dreams for her, revealing my secret wishes in dirty talk.
“Breed me, that’s what you—” I cut her off, my lips silencing her.
Thank fuck.
I don’t think I could stop if she’d said no. She’s in my blood, this girl. I kiss her mouth as I thrust into her, relishing how soft and tight she is. The scent of her, the velvet feel. She’s perfect in every way.
