Page 12 of Mobster's Home

Yanking her legs apart, I stare at her bright pink exquisiteness for a long while as my heart pounds in my chest. I dared trespass on her pussy territory and now I’m lost in it forever, craving her incorruptibility, her soft mischief and she looks at me through half-lowered lids. “You’ll give me this pussy on my deathbed,” I warn, “I want it as my last fucking meal and every single day, until then.”

“That’s gangster talk,” Luna pants, “but yes, you can have it!” she cries, her slit swelling the moment I cup it and she wriggles around, letting me fondle her however I want and our arousal sizzles between us until the air cracks and sparkles. Her eyes are wide when looking up at me, the lashes misty from the tears she dropped while shouting at me and my heart yanks in my chest. Another girl would have run but she allowed me to take her straight to my bed and she acts as if she can barely contain herself, her panting loud, her core sleek and welcoming even to darkness itself.

This is why my instinct chose her, because it recognized she’d always lower her weapons before me. “Derex...I’ll never shut you out,” she whimpers before crying out when a wave of lust causes her body to arch and she barefacedly spreads her legs. “Take what’s yours.”

A snarl rumbles up in my throat. I’ll take it and fucking more and I fondle her deeper until she squirms around on the bed and makes me chase her. She can barely handle this and yet she wants me to take everything and I’ve only fucked her like a savage before but never a mobster and this feels like the love crime of the century. When she tries to twist away from me, I clamp down on her thighs.

“Ah-ah, we keep our word in this house.” I splay my hand under her ass, sliding her across the bed toward me again. “You’re staying right here, we’re not done yet by a long shot.”

Her mouth falls open in a pant, her body trembling and taking three digits isn’t easy but she keeps her eyes firmly clasped on my face and rising muscles and it heightens the arousal. My eyes roll back in my head when she reaches out and tugs at my length and I let out a curse, immediately thrusting into her small palm.

She whimpers my name, her body rocking and crashing against my hand as I crash against hers, her eyes engrossed by my cock and we’ve never used any protection. I wouldn’t allow her to defend that preciousness between her legs, I’d tear down any resistance, any doubt and I clasp her tit, causing her to gulp when sensation hits her senseless.

“Derex...,” she whimpers again, the look in her eyes pleading and desperate and I shove my overstimulated cock into her and she cries out from the relief, her legs wrapping around me in a heartbreaking grip. Underneath me, she’s excruciatingly beautiful and I lick the base of her throat where her pulse sprints. “Too m...much,” she stutters, complaining about the frantic prods but I need to claim her as the real me, when there’s no pretend between us, just a thug and the girl he would die for.

“Need to stretch you more...,” I grit in reassurance and her eyes flare as she panicky gasps,

“I can’t take any more stretching! I already feel as if I’m about to snap. Derex, please...”

A wave of mercy washes over me and I let out a growl, rolling on my back and pulling her on top of me. Gratitude floods her face, her eyes shining with trust when she licks her swollen lips and she sways when she takes my shaft into her, her nails raking down my chest. Her skin dampens from my kisses and I try keeping the pace moderate for her as she struggles and grits her teeth the moment I pick it up.

Her body still has a need to get used to me, to my size, to my desires and I curse when she begins moving in a way that makes me crazy. Perspiration breaks out on my skin and the sounds from the street outside seem to have disappeared, my focus only on her as she thrashes on top of me and I coat her nipples with my tongue until they turn a shade darker.

Groaning, I lean back again because that tightness of hers is what violently lustful dreams are made of and her moans start sounding like soft, little sobs. Her throat’s constricting, her hips racing and her whole face is triumphant, her eyes turning steamy the more I plunge.

Our bodies yank at one another, working toward the same goal and she makes my black blood sing, finally it buzzes through my veins instead of frosting, her mouth, breasts and slit all working together to make me rabid. “Stop moving like that,” I growl when she snaps and twists her hips.

“But I feel delicious!” she moans. “And I need you so much.”

“Then you’re going to have all of me,” I warn but she just gasps, nodding her lovely face as if she can take anything I give her. When she jerks her hips again, I let out a snarl and drive into her, my mind blanking, my need for her the only the only thing keeping me sane and I’m rough in my claiming. The fucking’s cataclysmic and she stirs up a ferocious storm in me that wants to wreck and leave nothing untouched. She spirals on top of me, her whole body arching for relief and she meets my rhythm with a frantic perfection that causes tears to burn behind my eyes.

“All this time you were being fucked by a mobster and you didn’t even know it, but you still enjoyed it.” I thrust mercilessly. “You like having mob cock up in your pussy, moon baby?”

“I l...love it,” she pants and gasps, her skin flushing and sweat drips down her thighs and I keep her hooked, piercing her down on me in rapid, desperate bursts and when she comes it nearly rips my heart out. She screams my name and I swallow it in a kiss, ejaculating and she falls on top of me the way a doll falls into her maker’s arms, before snuggling against me. Her breaths can’t keep up, not after a long time and then she finally eases.

Taking my hand, she lifts it to her face. “Such violent hands,” she whimpers with a sigh, “and yet they touch me so gently.”

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She wants what I want, for the two of us to be together despite what she witnessed. The look in her eyes isn’t appalled or rejecting but affectionate and her hands squeeze around my biceps, as if she needs to remind herself that underneath it all I’m the same old Derex. For her I won’t be viciousness personified but a man that makes her feel watched over. She can feel the love I have for her and it’s stronger than any doubts. Biting her lip, she takes in my body and her eyes now understand the meaning of the runes and I feel pride when she touches them without any judgment, just fascination.

It’s possible I could’ve told her the truth from the beginning but I don’t know what I would’ve done if she’d turned her back on me. I never want to watch her walk away from me and I want us side by side, with her light bright enough to illuminate our path for the both of us. “I like how strong you are,” she whispers, her lashes fluttering. “I guess you have to be when you have a tender heart such as yours.”

“Tender only for you,” I whisper and she slides her fingers down my torso and meets my gaze with fierce urgency.

“Was the story about the scar true?”

I nod in all sincerity and she beams up at me. I grin back, burying my face in her throat and her pulse races when she whispers, “This is happiness.” Then she twitches a little as if remembering something. “Oh no, Derex there’s still a dead guy in your office and yet we just barged in here and made love while he...,” she turns white in the face, “What is wrong with us?”

“Nothing,” I chuckle, clasping her cheeks. “Welcome to the mob life. And don’t worry about the office, I’ll clean it up.”

She obediently lowers her lids. “You need me to h...help?”

“Fuck no,” I blurt, repulsed by the thought of her getting her hands dirty but then I tense and look down at her. “You would do that for me?”

She bites her lip. “I’d do anything if you needed me to.” Her cheeks turn a pink shade. “It’s what true love does to you.”

Growling how much I love her back, I make her moan as I kiss her and pour all my affection out on her and our bed is a bed of roses and thorns where we bloom and burst, our bond falling over us as frail petals, not even someone like me could break. It’s too delicate and valuable, too precious and no matter how rough my hands are they will always treat this love with the utmost care.

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