Page 43 of Her Michigan Mob Boss

“You’ll come on my cock, or not at all,” he growled.

I loved the feeling of him inside of me. It was where he belonged. As he thrust in deep, I squirmed on the bench, my nipples drawing up into impossibly hard peaks.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ciaran gritted out. Reaching forward, he ripped the blindfold from my eyes. “Want to see you as I make you come.”

Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head up from the bench. My arms stretched painfully, but I barely noticed as he fucked me so hard and fast, I couldn’t hold back.

“Ciaran!” I screamed.

My body shook as I was catapulted into a maelstrom of pain and bliss. He let go of my hair and I dropped my head back down to the bench.

Ciaran pulled out of me and gathered the fluids from between my leg to smear over my asshole. As he pushed a finger into my virgin channel, I shuddered. When he added another, I thought I’d pass out from lightheadedness.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Ciaran urged me.

I drew in a breath and released it slowly. Ciaran scissored his fingers, gently opening me up to him. It felt strange, forbidden, but not as unpleasant as I feared. He withdrew his fingers, and the head of his cock nudged my entrance.

“I can’t wait to fuck this tight little ass.”

Something about Ciaran’s declaration helped to uncoil the tension knotted inside me. I relaxed enough for him to push in an inch or two before I panicked again.

“It’s too much. It hurts.”

“You’re okay, sweetheart.” Ciaran’s tone was soothing. “It’ll get better. Trust me.”

As he held himself still, waiting for me to adjust or safeword out of this, I realized I did trust him. He was being so careful not to harm me.

“I trust you, Sir.”

Ciaran groaned as he slowly pressed forward. I moaned and tried to twist my hips as my asshole burned. When Ciaran’s cock was all the way in, he began to move. I whimpered at the strange fullness. This was so far beyond anything I’d done before. It felt dirty but in the best possible way.

As Ciaran’s hips bumped against my well-punished buttocks, I rocked back, as much as I was able, to meet his thrusts.

“This ass was made for me to fuck,” Ciaran gritted out. “It’s mine. You’re mine. I’ll kill any other man who touches you.”

That declaration was so hot, my pussy clenched. Ciaran thrust into me with long, smooth strokes. Pain and pleasure danced around each other until I couldn’t untangle what I felt.

“Need you to come for me.” Ciaran’s cock swelled inside me as he reached between my legs to ruthlessly drive two fingers into me. He found my g-spot and set off an explosion that ricocheted through every part of me. Blood whooshed through my ears. My body quivered. My eyes flickered and the world went dark.

When I came to, I was lying on the bed. Ciaran stood over me, a look of concern on his face.

“Thought I’d lost you for a minute there,” he said.

“Maybe you did.” I felt odd, like I was both boneless and heavy at the same time. “I might be in heaven.”

“You’d be the first person I sent there,” Ciaran said.

I didn’t get the chance to ask how many people he’d sent to Hell because someone knocked at the door. Ciaran went to answer it. He exchanged a couple of words with the person on the other side. With the door ajar, he turned to me.

“Tell Sean you’re okay,” he said.

“I’m fine, Sean,” I called up. “Just emerging from a sex coma.”

I didn’t catch what Sean muttered, but I heard Ciaran telling him to fuck off. Closing the door on his brother, Ciaran returned to the bed with a glass of orange juice and a bundle of clothing.

“Drink this.” Ciaran handed me the glass. “It’ll help.”

“Unbubbly orange.” I grinned as I took a sip.

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