Page 27 of Caught By the Kingpin
He snarls at my disobedience and thrusts up, hard. I cry out at how deep and good he feels.
“Look,” he orders again.
I follow his gaze to between our bodies. His cock is glistening with my arousal, stark skin surrounded by dark fabric. I’ve creamed all over him and it’s obscenely hot against that pristine suit.
“See how well you’re taking my fat cock?”
His cock disappears into me as I feel him thrust, and somehow seeing that at the same time as the pleasure spreads out from where I’m taking him makes this all the hotter. I thought nothing could feel as good as him inside me, but I was totally wrong. The sight of him sliding between my legs is better, spiking arousal that makes my clit pulse.
“Such a good fucking girl.” He reaches between us and his thumb finds that bundle of nerves that respond better to his touch than anything else. I meet his gaze and it’s implacable. “Now, cara,” he says in a stern voice. “Come on my cock.”
13
MARCO
She grips me with her cunt so intensely as she comes, I might pass out from the blood trapped in my cock. I hang onto her curves, tensing every muscle I have in me to prevent her from tipping me over too. Not yet. One orgasm is not enough for my girl on her first time. Two, absolute minimum, especially as she still owes me one of her orgasms for earlier in the boutique.
She’s so sensitive to my every touch, alight with every stroke of my hands and every thrust. We’re attuned to each other.
Fuck, she feels amazing. My perfect fit. This sweet, cupcake making, suspicious woman is my whole life now. Her pussy has demonic magic, so hot and tight I think it’s eating me whole even as her orgasm ebbs away. Absolutely the best thing I’ve ever felt is her coming from my touch.
“You’re mine. I’m not letting you go now,” I tell her as she sags against my chest. “I’ll stalk you to the ends of the earth if you try to leave. Wherever you go, I’ll follow. Your dark shadow. I’m that addicted to you, and I’ll make you addicted to me too.”
She sounds like she already is, whimpering as her hair tickles my throat when she nods.
I’ve ruined her. She’s practically boneless now and fun as it is to have her on top of me, I need more. Or rather, the possessive monster in me needs to take control, and isn’t satisfied.
I want her on her back, beneath me, looking up as I cover her with my body and fill her. I’m still completely dressed, but for my cock poking obscenely from my trousers. When we’re married there will be so many opportunities for us to be skin-to-skin, intimate. For now, I just need her to come again so I can release into her.
I hold her to me as I shift and lay her down along the padded bench seat, her naked skin creamy and freckled against the black leather. The movement draws me out nearly all the way, just the tip of my cock still in her. I drive in, hard, and she gasps, rolling her hips up.
“That’s my good girl.”
She whines in what I can only assume is agreement. Smiling as I settle into a rhythm that keeps me right on the edge of coming, I take her in. Hair a mess, spread around her head. Naked body exposed and writhing with renewed pleasure. I’ll want this girl forever. There’s no way I can get enough of her soft body and strawberry scent.
Her tits are way too tempting, falling a little to the side and jiggling as I thrust into her again and again. I lean down and bite that soft plump flesh gently, then not-so-gently as I hear her gasp and her pussy clenches around me. I worship her breasts and she writhes, offering herself to my dirty fantasies.
So damn pretty. Holding myself on one elbow so I can kiss her mouth, I lift her thigh, opening her up so I can go deeper.
“I love you. I’m going to have you in every way you can imagine and many you can’t,” I say between dirty kisses that she returns with tongue and teeth going wild. “On your hands and knees, your arse in the air. With your ankles at my shoulders. Riding me from behind as I stroke your back or cup your tits. I can’t wait, cara. I’m going to defile you in the most delicious ways.”
She clutches at me as I pump into her, her hips meeting mine, slapping our flesh together almost violently. Her fingers can’t settle. They’re in my hair, nails digging into my scalp and dragging down my back. Even through my shirt I can feel her intent to take a chunk out of me for herself. And that’s fine by me. I’m hers.
And she ismine. I catch one of her hands, lacing our fingers together, and press it into the seat beside her head. Then the other. Having her pinned beneath me by my pistoning cock is primitive. Close and intimate despite my clothes. The sort of sex I dreamed of having with her.
I’m pounding her into the seat, out of control and animalistic. My head is full of possessive lust and the need to paint her with my seed. To come deep inside her so she’s pregnant with my child after this. To breed her.
It’s not just the unimaginable pleasure of her tight virgin pussy, although that’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s the feeling of owning my girl, of having her completely, and watching her pleasure. Her fingers grip the back of my hands where I’m pressing her down. And after weeks of being apart from her, the creature in my chest that wanted to drag her to its lair is purring. I’m staring into her grey eyes, seeing her lose herself in pleasure I’ve given her, spearing her with my cock and holding her hands in mine, palm to palm. Those eyes of hers are beautiful, full of white stars I fall into.
I can’t believe I’m this lucky. She’s perfect and amazing. I tell her in broken phrases how she’s my world. That I love her and I’m going to care for her and fuck her and give her orgasms every day. And my girl smiles as she pants and whines, so close to coming.
“I’m going to spoil you,” I grind out the promise, still looking into her eyes. I want her to see when I spill into her. “I’ll give you all of me. Every drop of my come until you’re overflowing with it, wrecked and dirty. But I’m going to take as well. Your virginity is already mine, but I’m ravenous. I’ll have all you give me and more. I’ll take your pleasure, and steal my own, using your pussy and your mouth. I’ll make you my sweet, cherished whore as well as my wife. Everything. I’ll have to be inside you more times a day than you can take.”
“I can take it,” she gasps out. “Anything you give, everything you want, Marco.”
I growl. That’s the answer I didn’t know I needed. She’ll give meeverything.
And in return, I grant the release she’s desperately seeking. I reach down, cramming my hand between our bodies and not letting up on the hard thrusts. My fingers find her clit, and I stroke her.
