Page 12 of Bound to Him

“Oh, yes Huxley…”

I wrapped my arms around his wide shoulders and pulled my body against his. The slippery wetness between us fueled the desire within me and drew a mangled moan from my throat.

Finally, mercifully, Huxley touched my body. While everything else had been soft and slow, this was definitely not. His big, rough, eager hands grasped at my hips, scraping his fingernails across my skin, and down over my ass. Cupping the soft flesh, he reciprocated and pulled me against him.

I could feel his manhood against my belly, and I clawed at him to get higher, to lift my legs around him and feel him slide into me. With the water still rushing over us, he bent down and lifted me. I kissed him harder and deeper while wrapping my legs around his waist and supporting myself on his strong shoulders.

His body was so warm, solid, and trustworthy. I knew he wouldn’t drop me. With his fingers still digging into my flesh, he pressed my back to the cold wall and ripped his lips from mine, leaving me panting against the water stream. Looking downward, he licked his lips excitedly and lifted his eyes to mine.

“God, you’re so sexy, Olivia.” He freed one hand to caress my chest, massaging my breast and pinching my nipple.

“Shit, Huxley, please, please can you just…”

A smile spread his lips and a knowing chuckle sounded from his chest. “I know, baby. I know.”

He dropped his mouth to my neck and his hand to his dick. Positioning himself at my entrance, I just about cried out as I slid onto him. “Oh! God!”

“Fuck yes, baby.” His voice was coarse, growling, and desperate.

My insides filled up deliciously, the walls pressing and stretching with his long, hard, and throbbing dick. With his mouth still devouring my neck, I closed my eyes and turned my face to the water. The sensations overtook me, creating explosions, and bursts of color behind my eyelids.

Back on my bed, my hand had traveled down between my legs, rubbing and palming my aching pussy through my panties. When my imagination had Huxley plundering into me, I couldn’t press hard enough, and hurriedly ripped my panties off, leaving them around my ankles as I sat with my knees open, my head back, and my thumb pressing against my clit while my fingers worked their way into me.

Huxley pulled back, then pushed forward again, burying himself deeper within me this time. I could feel the hot water across my skin and the cold tiles against my back, but the sensations were nothing compared to how he felt inside of me. His fingers clasped my ass cheeks possessively as he pounded back into me again and again, driving me literally up the fucking wall.

“Oooh, yes Huxley, yes!”

I dug my own fingernails into his back, trying to draw him closer to me, deeper into me, under my fucking skin. He bit down onto my shoulder and moaned roughly, still moving his body oh so preciously against mine. We climaxed magically at the same time, leaving him dropping his head back and me screaming whilst bouncing myself on his bursting cock.

“Fuck!”

My eyes burst open, revealing my darkened room, and my quivering knees in front of me. I was breathing heavily, seeing stars. While my sopping wet fingers didn’t do Huxley nearly enough justice, I’d never felt so enlivened before. So fucking horny that I didn’t even need a dildo to reach orgasm. With a deep sigh, still panting, my eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and I pulled my white panty back up over my ass before snuggling into my covers.

Wow. I didn’t know if I should feel ashamed or impressed. All I knew was that Huxley Moretti already brought desires out of me I didn’t know existed, and I hadn’t even met him yet.

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Huxley

Her deep brown eyes. Those full tits.Maronna mia!How could I want one woman so badly when I hadn’t even been in the same room as her or heard the sound of her voice? I’d only seen her through a doorway. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her or about wanting her.

God, Olivia. What is this spell you have over me suddenly?

“Thisgidrul’had a lot to say.” Antonio shook his head, looking down at his MAC-10 as he cleaned it. “But he just didn’t want to listen, so, here I am, getting ready to be heard.”

He was pissed. Even as the boss of Moretti territory, he was still expected to sometimes go out and teach lessons to those who would not heed his soldiers. They were given very fair warnings, and now it was time for him to step in.

This time it was a contractor who somehow thought he could decline to work with the Moretti's men while building in our territory. What he didn’t seem to understand was that when work became available on our turf, we made sure that people from our community got the jobs and not some cheap labor assholes from another area code.

“I mean,” he stopped, lifting his shoulders as he spoke, “it's clear, no? It’s fucking crystal clear that there’s a way of doing things around here. He fucking knows that, the cunt. But no. We gotta test Antonio’s patience.”

When he spoke about himself in third person, you knew it was rhetorical. He wasn’t asking questions; he was processing his anger. I listened with a closed mouth and packed the last of the guns into my black bag, lifting it from the workbench in the weapons store at the back of the car garages with ease.

“Time to teach some fuck-faces a lesson,” I said, and a smile widened my mouth. At least I loved my work. I patted my breast pocket, felt my brass knucks, and headed out to the car. Antonio followed behind, his game face on. Today, Vinnie was on other business, so just us two Moretti brothers were on this assignment. This prick better appreciate his special visit from the boss and underboss.

We hopped into Antonio’s old Lincoln town car that he’d had repainted and rehauled by our friendly mechanics as payment for their protection under our wing. Even though he could afford a fucking Ferrari, he preferred the respect and gravitas that came with a vintage gangster car. Personally, I preferred my army-green G-wagon, but hey, to each their own.

“This guy better not get fuckin’ fresh with me, man. I’m ready to break limbs today.” I spoke with my eyes scanning the streetside as we drove, my arm resting on the open window and a cigarette between my fingers.

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