Page 51 of Mob Star

“Good.”

Our kiss is beyond passionate. I wonder when— not if, but when —she’ll accept that offer to sit on my dick whenever she wants. She rides me, and I have to take some deep breaths when we pull apart. I’m going to embarrass myself with how fast I come. I was hard while I spanked her. I was semi hard while we threw the axes. I’ve had a raging boner since the second she sat on my lap. Since she sat where she belongs.

We push each other, fucking as hard as a backseat with allow. I pin her hips in place as I thrust over and over, making her tits bounce. Just like I did a few minutes ago, I turn us, so she’s lying down. I keep her hips up and pound her like a motherfucking jackhammer. I can’t stop. I rub her clit.

“Finn, I’m so close… Yes… I’m going to come… I’m coming, D— Finn.”

D— Who the fuck’s name was she about to say? That ought to kill my libido. It doesn’t. Just the opposite. I’ll fuck whoever she’s thinking about out of her mind.

“Say my name, Thea. Say it.”

“Finn.”

“Say it.”

“Finn.”

“Who’s fucking your cunt? Whose cum are you going to wear down your thighs until I say you can wash it off?”

“Yours, Daddy!”

We both freeze. That’s what she was about to say. That’s what she stopped herself from saying the last couple of times she nearly let it slip. I lean forward and rest my elbow next to her ear. I go back to fucking her.

“That’s goddamn right, cailín. You’re going to wear Daddy’s cum until I wash it away. Tomorrow morning. At my place. In my shower. After I spend all night filling you with more.”

I punctuate the short sentences with thrusts. She’s gripping my arms during the last five hard thrusts when I tell her this is going to last all night.

“Daddy!”

She keens the word as her entire body tightens so much she trembles. Perspiration beads along her forehead. She lifts her head so I can brush her braids out from beneath her shoulders and back. I watch her suck in lungfuls of air for a moment before she comes back to me.

“I want to make you come, Finn.”

I don’t care what she calls me right now. Either Finn or Daddy work for me. I keep going, and I feel her doing Kegels around my cock. I can’t hold back. With a grunt, I hold her hips in place as I explode inside her. My cock pulses over and over, and I know this is the hardest I’ve ever come. I scoop her up and move with ease as I take my seat for the third time.

“I’m not a Little, Finn.”

“You definitely are not. Calling me Daddy isn’t about age play for us.”

“No, it’s not. But I’ve never called a man that. I don’t know where it came from.”

“Have you thought it was hot in the past and just never said it?”

“Kinda.”

“I call you cailín which means little girl. Seems a logical response.”

“You’ve made sure I understand the risks I face. You’ve also made sure I understand you want to watch out for me and take care of me. You spoiled me at the casino. I’ve heard it in porn, and I guess it all fit together, then came out of my mouth. I think it’s super-hot that I’m naked and you’re still in jeans and your sweater.”

“I don’t want to be your Dom. And I don’t want you to be my sub. But I loved hearing you call me that.”

“You thought I was going to say another man’s name.”

“Can you blame me?”

“No. Keep fucking me like this, and there’ll be no space in my memory for anyone else.”

I’m still balls deep inside her, but I can feel myself softening. Neither of us moves. Her head is back where it belongs: against my chest. Her hand is resting over my heart, and she’s pressing soft, quick kisses to my neck. I know we’re almost to the restaurant, but I don’t want this moment to end. So much for not wanting to be a cliché. It’s just the two of us, and it’s so fucking peaceful. There’s nothing happening besides basking in the post-coital glow.

---