Page 30 of Christmas Mafia Prince
I force my eyes to stay open, because he is a vision, and I’m intensely jealous of anyone else who ever got to see him like this. Every beauty spot on his face ismine.
I close my legs around his hips to keep him close, in our warm cocoon on this bed. My arms rise over his shoulders, and I lock him in an embrace while his thick cock pulses with heat inside me.
This sense of overwhelm, of togetherness, is something I will never stop chasing unless I grasp it. He might be a fake husband, this might end after the holidays, but for now, in this moment, I’ve caught lightning in my hands, and I’ll hold it even if it burns.
“Taking my cock so well,” Damen whispers, lowering his head to me for a kiss. “You’re so sweet, baby.”
I lock my gaze with his. “I’m not. I’m not evengood.” I’m selfish, I swear too much, steal, and make bad decisions all too often. Hardly sweet. Maybe like a piece of liquorice you find interesting before you realize the aftertaste is no good and spit it out.
But maybe… he likes liquorice?A needy voice inside me says.
Damen pries his eyes open, watching me as he sinks deeper inside me, filling the emptiness inside me inch by inch. “No. You’re not good. You’re bad. A bad boy begging to take my cum.”
Oh no. I like that.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he adds and buries himself fully inside me with a snap of hips that makes me whimper. It doesn’t really hurt, but he’s so thick that his cock, while amazing, intimidates me even now. In the best of ways. “Pretty lips, cocky nose ring, tight little hole made for my dick, and a needy heart. Husband material,” he says with a lick to my lips.
“It’s inside…” I mumble.
He chuckles, watching me with a half-smile. “Give me your hand.”
I’m reluctant but press my palm to his face, only to have it licked as he moves his hips back then drills in.
“And… my dick?” I ask, as he’s pumping into me, because he read me right. I’m needy. So fucking needy. It feels so good to bethe body he buries himself in, the one he wants to smell, lick, and claim. With him on top of me I feel like I matter.
“That’s mine too. And your chest, and shoulders, and every other part of you,” he insists, pushing my thighs to my chest. My hole’s so tender and receptive that every time he moves, using my flesh for his satisfaction, I can barely restrain myself and whine, moan, cry as his cock rubs my pleasure spot, teasing it over and over while my hard dick weeps onto my chest and stomach.
“Oh fuck! I’m almost there!” I whine, pulling him close, curling my toes and spacing out into another reality altogether. My fingers are clenched on his shoulders, and I didn’t notice when my nails dug in, leaving scratches like I promised. But my unhinged mind focuses on my ring finger and the giant token of love on my hand.
For a moment I’m transported to a world in which I really am his husband, and this is the day after our wedding. We were too drunk to fuck last night, but now we more than make up for it, showing our devotion to each other in the flesh. He cradles me close as he talks dirty to me and fucks my ass until I almost want him to stop but refuse to tell him. We’re bound forever now, my fate in his beautiful hands. He’s my husband, and I will follow him into hell if that’s what he needs.
But most of all, it’s not just me who is so hopelessly devoted. In this lucid dream, he’d give up the world for a life with me. His passion is all consuming, unhealthy, toxic even. I swallow that poison, and it’s sweet on my tongue.
My dick bobs between us, and when Damen presses down on it, I come so hard I dig my nails into him even harder, swallowed whole by my fantasy, and now taken under.
I’m a creature of pure pleasure as I whimper to him. “Yes! Keep fucking me like that! So good. Inside me. Cum inside me.”Sticky spunk shoots from my cock, the smell of my lust mingling with his.
“Oh, I will. You will drip down your legs when you leave this bed.”
I feel so heavy I couldn’t get up if the mansion started falling apart around us, but as the rush inside my head reaches its crescendo, Damen shoves my legs even wider apart. I lose my breath when he presses down so hard my knees touch the mattress, and goes to town on my hole, long-dicking it over and over.
It’s uncomfortable, but I don’t want him to stop. I want this to continue until his balls are drained and I can’t walk without his support, so I take shallow breaths, watching him work his cock into me endlessly. What a fucking sight to behold. I’m so overstimulated, but I would never ask him to stop. I’m here for him. I’m his plaything.
Damen utters a curse, and heat floods to my brain as he cries out, filling me with jets of cum. I’ve never felt anything close to perfection before this, but I wish he could keep going a little bit longer and come inside me again. I want to carry his seed inside me when we go see his family again, and I wish they could smell him on me.
Discomfort flashes through Damen’s features as he pulls out, only to roll to his back, face red from the effort of stuffing me full of jizz. I curl up at his side in an instant, sated and happy.
I don’t have the energy for much, but I kiss his neck. Did this gentleman really abduct me? I could consider it more of a misunderstanding at this point.
“That was so good. Worth waiting for until after marriage,” I say and half-believe it myself, so deep in my delulu he might as well really be my husband.
Damen chuckles, and I’m surprised when his fingers slide into my hole, pushing me up until I’m on top of him, and he can capture my lips.
“My husband deserves the best,” he mumbles, toying with my sphincter as we both relax, letting our bodies cool.
We’re joking around, but it still makes me all fuzzy inside. Like I’m not alone, like I belong with someone. I might put up a tough facade because the world is cruel and vicious, but maybe Damen was right to call me sweet. Given half the chance, I’m ready to show my tender insides.
“I hope your morning wasn’t too bad? Did you hear I got a massage and an IV?” I say lazily as I leave kisses all over his face.
