Page 128 of Lourdes & the Mafia
My body shakes causing the ropes holding me up to sway forward, causing him to push himself deeper inside.
There’s a pinch of pain as I pull his thick, long length within me, my muscles screaming, hugging him close.
He groans behind me, and I groan right along with him until I feel the soft press of his balls slam against my ass. He’s deep inside and I’m full. Oh, so full. I can hardly breathe as he begins a slow jerk of his hips, thrusting, teasing me with firm, tiny strokes. He only fans the desire inside me and my fingernails claw into the rope, holding tighter.
I’m out of breath. My body shakes. I can’t hold on. I want more. More of him enveloping me. The faster jerk of his hips. But he’s slow in his explorations. He takes his time, his palms and claws raking across every inch of my ass, kneading and playing. Like he’s taking his time to get to know me.
And after so long it seems that we haven’t been able to touch, this feels nice. To be touched by him. To be worshipped.
I want to rock my hips back and meet him thrust for thrust, but my position makes it impossible.
Soon, he begins to move faster. Jerking his hips in long, slow strokes, pushing fully inside me only to pull out again. And every time he leaves me feeling stuffed to the brim only to draw back, leaving a gaping emptiness behind. I’m desperate for him, his touch. My thighs quiver, my body responds, and my clit pulses, needing him to touch.
“Please, please, please, my king.” The words become a chant that leaves my lips. His bare chest leans over my back. His wing beats fanning our desire, faster and faster. Each thrust of his hips sways me on the ropes. His claws go beneath my body to tease the edge of my clit.
It’s all it takes to have me falling off that precipice. I reach for it and let myself go. Kane lets me come, the sensation washing over me like a wave crashing to a sandy shore. I scream out my desire, the sounds echoing and bounding across the ceiling.
I want to slam my hips back and meet his, but he holds me captive, toying with my clit even as the orgasm subsides. He plays with me, wringing every last drop of pleasure from my body and my throat. Until I can’t take it. Until my clit is too sensitive for more.
“Please,” I beg, even as he slams inside and toys with me. “I can’t—”
“You can,” he growls against the lobe of my ear, sharp teeth nipping my sensitive flesh. “You can take it all.”
I whimper, my hands slipping from the rope. “Kane,” I warn.
He growls and thrusts to the hilt inside, wrapping his big arms around my waist to hold me there. Moments later, the ropes holding me up go slack. Even the harness around me disappears. My arms flail for a second before he pulls me steady and we’re descending.
There’s a brief moment of relief that ends as he pulls out of me, my juices slipping down his dick and my thighs. It’s a warm, sticky mess that he doesn’t seem to care about as he drops me onto his big, fluffy mattress. I bounce with a yelp and he’s on me once more, flipping me so I’m on all fours and facing the headboard.
“Hold onto that, then,” he commands.
My body is shaking from the strain of being held up in the air, but I do as he says, reaching for the edge of the headboard and gripping tight. He doesn’t give me more warning. He just lines up behind me and thrusts inside.
I arch my back and cry out as he impales me on his dick, bringing me slamming down against his lap. The wet slapping sounds of our flesh resume.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he cries in a strangled, guttural voice.
The moment feels and sounds primal between us. I’m wrung out, but he keeps pulling the desire out of me like wringing water from a rag. There’s still a lot left, a lot I didn’t even know was possible. His claws come around me, toying with my clit. He’s merciless, a true lord of torture.
“Another,” he demands. “You will give me another.”
My thighs squeeze and he grunts as he thrusts. “I don’t—”
His wing strikes against my ass. “No fucking excuses. You will give me another.”
He toys, playing, teasing, pulling.
And I’m hopeless for what’s coming. Another, quicker than the last but no less potent overtakes me. The orgasm washes over my body and consumes me. I let it. My hands slip from the headboard as it flows and I nearly fall face-first onto the mattress.
Kane holds me up, wrapping an arm around my breasts, claws tweaking and playing with a nipple while the other hand keeps toying with my clit. His dick still thrusts in and out.
“Oh, fuck, coño. Kane, no puedo más—”
“You can.”
He takes me. Brutal and hard and long. Every stroke of his dick inside me sends shocks pulsing through my bloodstream. His blunt claws reap torture and he does exactly as he promised to do and worships every inch of me.
His wings fan out from above us, wrapping around the both of us like a cocoon. It only pushes our bodies closer together, wrapping us in a blanket of darkness that feels… safe and warm.
