Page 23 of Taken By the Kingpin
I don’t get a chance for my brain to register that, or respond because the first push of his body into mine makes me gasp. There’s a pinch.
“Relax,” he croons and strokes down my chest, rubbing over one nipple. “If you’re not relaxed enough to come on my cock within five minutes, I swear I’ll spank you until you learn to take me without trying to cut off my blood supply.”
I splutter with laughter and probably it’s that which eases all my muscles and the twinge of pain is gone. I feel Sebastian’s smile against my lips.
“Good girl.” He pushes deeper. And this time it’s a moan of pleasure at the slide of him, and the stretch.
He withdraws just a little and I grasp ineffectually to bring him back. Then he’s further inside of me and I arch into him, trusting him to do this right. I touch the soles of my feet together around his waist and cling to his neck.
When he pushes all the way in on the next thrust there’s nothing like it in my life before. I’ve never been this close to anyone. There’s nothing between us, just sheer love and honesty in his silver eyes. It’s him and me and we’re almost the same thing. I wriggle and dig my heels into his back until I’m even more open to him, until we’re flush together and my clit is pressed to his skin, and he stills, letting me accustom myself to being filled by him.
In that moment I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he’s mine and I’m his, and it would take a clash of galaxies to drag us apart.
“Angel.” He kisses me softly, and traces his fingers down my thigh. “I have to move. You feel too good, and I promise you there’s more for you. But I swear if I don’t thrust into you, I’m going to die.”
I giggle again, and loosen my grip on his waist. Then he’s easing in and out of me, and oh god I now know why everyone makes a fuss about sex. Having him deep was wonderful but this is even more. He’s stroking me from the inside out.
My hips sync up with his thrusts without conscious thought.
And the pleasure begins to build.
9
SEBASTIAN
I’m her first.
It shouldn’t matter, and I’d love her the same if I wasn’t, but knowing I’m the one to take her innocence gives me savage pride. It gives me a masculine thrill so primal I can barely acknowledge it to myself.
“Mine,” I growl into her neck. Softly. I’m not sure my girl is ready to hear that I’m so possessive of her. But she ismine. I won’t let her go. She’s given herself to me and honestly, all I want is to claim her again and again until she’s so replete with pleasure she won’t ever think of being anywhere but by my side.
“Yours,” she whispers so gently I’m not certain I heard her correctly.
I thrust in and out of her sweet tight hole, trying to be careful, but she’s arching into me, urging me on. Her arms around my shoulders, nails digging into my back. If my little wildcat claws me as she comes I’d wear those scars with more pride than any of the ones from fights.
“Sebastian,” she moans my name and that goes straight to my cock.
“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me how my thick cock feels in your little virgin pussy, Jeanette.”
She whimpers and tightens around me and I almost laugh. Oh she likes that does she?
“Tell me how it feels to be taken by the man who waited for you. Who always was meant to have you.”
“Yes,” she moans. “It was always you. I just didn’t realise, couldn’t see how we were always the right fit.”
And fit we do. Perfectly. I adjust the angle so I’m thrusting deeper, and it’s entirely different to the slow slide I made as I first entered her and took her virginity. Controlled still, but more intense. Faster and more.
“I’m going to fill you up, angel. I want to put a baby in you.”
Shit. That slipped out. But I can’t take it back and I won’t.
There’s a heartbeat of time when I think this is all over and I’ve fucked up and this will all stop. She’ll say it’s all too fast and there’ll be more waiting or maybe she’ll decide I’m too obsessed with her.
The air is thick honey, suffocatingly sweet. This pleasure might kill me if I can’t have it again. If Jeanette doesn’t want the same things I do, if she doesn’t choose forever this might be my end.
Her heels find my buttocks and her legs cross at my waist and she’s pulling me to her.
“Yes. Yes, more.”
