Page 19 of Taken By the Kingpin
My desire for this girl has turned me inside out. She makes me into a monster who would snatch her away and covet her for himself.
“What if…” She shuffles closer on her knees. With her hair spilling out from the braid and over her shoulders she’s my daydreams come to life. Her small hands grip the waistband of my shorts and her mouth opens in a gasp as she drags them down, revealing my rock-solid erection.
For a second I’m convinced she’ll take one look at my big cock and run away. But although she blushes furiously, she doesn’t back down. My brave girl.
“It does look sensitive. This vein…” She traces a featherlight trail down my length.
I should stop her. I should pull up my shorts and return us to what we were doing. But I can’t do anything but stare.
“Would this be an effective way of fighting you off?” she says teasingly, but before I can choke a reply her lips cover my cock. Tentatively at first, unsure of how to proceed, but the feel of her warm wet mouth has me unable to move.
“Of incapacitating me,” I groan. “Temporarily.”
She kisses over the head of my cock, her lips shiny with my precum.
Another man whispers, “Take it into your mouth.” Not me. I wouldn’t encourage this when I know it’s only escalating my obsession with her.
She sucks me and my hips jerk involuntarily. I’m crazy with the feel of her wet lips.
“But it’s not a good ploy.” I growl the advice out against every instinct in me, all of which want her to continue.
“Mmm?” Her enquiring noise hums through the sensitive end of my cock and it’s all I can do not to come there and then.
“I suspect you’re going to be very, very good at this. If your aim is to escape, it’s a disaster. I might never let you go.” A warning and a promise, but she purrs with contentment. “And if you tried this on any other man but me I’d have to kill him.”
That makes her shake with silent laughter, but she doesn’t stop moving over my cock.
“Not a joke,” I grind out. Jeanette belongs to me. Nothing would keep me from protecting her. The only force in the universe that will prevent me from claiming her isher. She could leave me, accept the safe house I’ve offered and I’d be a shell of a man, half a person, empty and dead. But I’d still look after her and I’d still do my duty like a massive oak tree, hollow on the inside but sustaining life. One thing matters to me and I’d burn this city to the ground if that was what was needed to make her happy.
Her violet eyes are full of wonder when they meet mine. She fidgets her legs as she works her mouth on my cock, pressing them together and circling her hips. And I think… Damn but I think this turns her on.
But though part of me is desperate to flip this and satisfy the ache she must have between her legs, the little noises she’s making and the rhythm of her bobbing onto my cock are like a drug. I give in to her. I lean back and allow myself to watch her glossy lips take me.
I’ve imagined this as I jerked off into my hand too many times to admit, but the reality is even better. It’s just as filthy, but it’s heart-wrenchingly tender as well. Her hair tickles my inner thigh and she might not have done this before but that’s part of her appeal. She doesn’t know to completely cover her teeth and it’s the tiny sensations that make this more than my imagination could have conjured. The brush of her hair. The occasional jab of slight pain as she catches me only heightens the pleasure. And the way she’s enjoying it too, that’s what slays me. Her pebbled nipples showing through her top.
I store every detail away. I don’t close my eyes and just feel. I observe her intensely. For this moment, she’s my only thought. I’m her captor, her watcher, her guard. Nothing she does will go unnoticed by me.
It takes all my strength not to grab the back of her head, or tangle my fingers in her hair. Another time, I promise myself, even though I know that’s a promise I’ll break. I would love to unleash a bit of violence and fuck her mouth, but she’s sweet in her exploration. I let her suck me. That was the point, after all, of my teaching her self-defence—so she could feel strong. Looking down at her, I can see that in spadefuls. She knows I’m losing my mind, and is enjoying every second of my capitulation.
And much as I want to draw this out, as I want to spend the rest of my life with Jeanette knelt between my knees with my cock in her mouth, I feel it building, threatening and inevitable as day turning to night.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her.
And the minx, I swear she smiles. Her eyes light up and where I thought she liked the feeling of power, I see she’srelishingit.
Even as her inexperienced ministrations tip me over into orgasm, I don’t close my eyes. I keep watching her every tiny expression. I’m never going to forget even one second of this one day when I was lucky enough to have Jeanette Capelle, and she took my soul.
I see her surprise the moment my seed hits the back of her throat and fills her mouth. I’m nearly undone by her slow smile as she tastes me and then swallows every drop. She feels naughty doing that, and fuck, but so do I. Defiling my girl like this.
Before my cock has stopped twitching and pulsing, I reach and grab her under her slight arms, dragging her up my body to kiss her. My cock is lewdly pressed between our clothes, and she stiffens in alarm before melting into me as I thread my fingers into her hair as I always wanted to, and press our mouths together.
A sweet kiss. Our first real kiss. Gentle and delicate after the intensity of what we’ve done. I breathe in her honey and rose scent and try to tell her with my kiss all the words I dare not say aloud.
I love you.
I can’t let you go.
You’re mine.
