Page 18 of Mafia Captor

“How then?”

“I want you on your knees. I want to fuck you from behind. Spanking your ass while I fill you with my cock.”

Her eyes widen, her mouth opening, but no words come. “Um… err…”

I don’t need an answer. I grab her hips, dragging her down the sofa and flipping her over, her knees burying into the carpet, her belly pushing up against the sofa cushion.

“Oh!” Her arms flail, looking for something to grab onto. There’s nothing. She settles on pushing her palms against the cushion. She turns over her shoulder, peeking at me. “Are we really doing this?”

“Doing what?” I’m already unbuckling my belt. She watches as I free my cock. I can’t tell from the expression on her face if the size scares her or excites her. Maybe both. “Fucking? Yes.”

She goes to say something, but I strike first. Assuming she’s clean and on birth control—she’s too type A to take a chance with that stuff—I part her ass cheeks and push the head of my cock against her wet pussy.

I grab her hips, gripping them as I throw my hips forward, thrusting inside of her. Her face turns forward as she leans over, a gasp leaving her lungs as I plunge my cock all the way inside her tight pussy.

Fuck.

I almost come. “You’re so tight and wet. Your pussy… my God, girl. Your pussy—it’s some kind of magical.”

She grips at the couch, panting as I enter her. “Uhn… You’re so big—”

I pull back, fucking her again. She moans, reaching one hand back to grab at me. She clings to my shirt as I fuck her. The sounds she’s making grow louder, more desperate, as I fuck her. Her pussy tightens around my cock. My balls rise up into my stomach. The center of my body coils with tension. I need that release. We’re a match made for fucking one another. Our bodies respond like we were made to be together at this moment. I’m so fucking turned on by her. She feels so fucking good.

“I need to fill your perfect pussy with my hot cum.”

“Wow—” she pants, letting go of my shirt, her hips pushing back to meet me. “Just… wow. What a filthy mouth you have.”

“The better to eat you with, my dear.” She’s getting so close. I want to push her to the edge. I spank what I can reach of her thick curves. “And I have big hands. The better to spank your ass with.”

She moans, her upper half collapsing against the couch, her arms folding under her face. “Do it again.”

“Hell. Yes.” I slap her ass, sending her spiraling. Her pussy locks down on me, and she moans through the harder spanks I deliver, again and again. She’s breaking through that shell, showing me glimpses of the wild girl she’s hiding deep inside. Her ass pushes against me, getting all she can of my cock.

“My God. I’m going to come.” My balls are so tight it’s growing painful. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. Breathing in the light, flowery scent of her hair, where I’ve buried my face.

She’s desperate for her own climax, whimpering as she reaches back to touch my face. “Me too. Me too.”

Stars flit over the backs of my closed eyelids. My breath jolts to the back of my throat. My heart pounds in my ears, perspiration rising at my hairline. She’s grabbing at me, fingertips digging into my flesh. I mouth her finger, sucking hard as she comes. She cries out, calling, “Yes, oh, yes.”

Hearing her sultry voice is my undoing. The climax hits, hard. My world goes unsteady as the release rushes through me. I come. Hard. I fill her with my cum, marking her as mine.

“Yes!” Her voice is so pretty as she comes, her fingers raking at my skin.

I collapse against her, catching my breath. My entire body relaxes. Euphoria runs through my bloodstream.

As I pull my cock from her, cum slides over my skin, down her inner thigh. Staring at the glistening smear, a strange feeling overcomes me.

It feels like I’ve left more with her than a cockful—is that even a word—of sperm.

It feels like I’ve left a piece of me inside her.

How can that be? This woman… I’d heard stories about her. Saw her that night at the wedding.

Then traded my brother a car for her.

What. The. Fuck have I gotten myself into?

I untangle myself from her. I offer her a shower and a room in one of my mother’s guest suites. I pre-order her breakfast and coffee, and a private plane to take her back to the city in the morning. I ensure staff will see to her every need.

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