Page 51 of Christmas Mafia Prince
I want to tease him some more, aggravate all of his hunting instincts, but I find myself unable to find the words and instead just moan when he reaches under me and squeezes my cock and balls.
“There. My perfect prey,” he whispers, ghosting his hot breath over my ear while he rubs his groin against the swell of my ass. “You can’t escape me. You never will. You are mine forever.”
All I have for him is a whimper. I can’t find my voice, too rattled, too excited for him to devour me here, under the watchful gaze of his dead enemies. I shift around to check how much give there is, but he’s steel, and I won’t be going anywhere even if I wanted to.
He grabs my hips, lifting them with sheer strength, because he’s getting no assistance from poor little hunted-down me. He unzips my pants, then rubs himself against me again, as if he can’t bear waiting a minute longer. My pants get pulled down next, like I’m his next meal, and he’s starving. He might be wearing the skin of a man of culture, but deep down he’s a wildbeast, and he’s about to unleash all of his power on me. I gasp when a glob of cool gel drizzles to my hole seconds after it’s exposed.
The reasonable part of me knows we’re on top of a vintage pool table, in a room accessible to every member of Damen’s family, but how could I care about such details when the wild animal on top of me rubs his cockhead up and down my slick crack?
“Oh fuck, oh fuck…” I whine, utterly brainless, focused only on the physical sensations buzzing in my body. I remember how it felt to be stretched by his thick dick. I can’t wait. I want him fucking my brains out, and even though he has to hold me down, I arch my ass toward Damen. He’s caught me. He deserves to breed me.
“That’s what you are? My eager plaything?” he whispers into my ear, then licks it. His breath is so hot on my skin when he pushes in with a grunt. I feel so small under him and love every second of it. “That’s it, baby… You can take it fast and rough, can’t you?”
I choke on a moan and nod feverishly as he sinks deeper into me without mercy. It burns, but in the best of ways, and I stretch like a cat in the sun of his presence. There’s a moment when I attempt to lift my chest, but Damen pushes me right back down, riding my ass in careful thrusts.
It feels so naughty to do this here, in a space the Van der Horns deem near-sacred, but if Damen wants to celebrate our union surrounded by human bones, under the watchful eye of ancestors pictured in small, official-looking portraits, that is his prerogative.
After all, he hunted me down and can now do whatever he wants with my pliant body.
“So tight for me,” Damen murmurs against the back of my head and inhales deeply as his hips meet my ass. Fuck, he’s big.I love it. “Did you use all that flowery perfume to lure me in? Seducing me without words…”
My toes curl, my heart flutters like the wings of a hummingbird, and my cock is so hard against the felt table I might just get off from the friction soon. Every time he pulls out, then thrusts back in, it’s faster, with more force. My thighs tremble, I’m getting sweaty, and all I can think of is how open to him I am, how I want him to use me, and come inside me.
“Come on, say it. Tell me how you missed my cock,” he urges as his hand slides under my T-shirt. The move has the elegance of a snake, fingers trailing up my chest, giving one nipple a pinch, but then his hand settles on my throat, right over the gold choker he locked on me. I didn’t ask him to take it off even when I tried to put an end to our relationship.
I’m about to lose it with lust.
“I did,” I rasp as he fucks me harder. “I wanted you inside me. I wanna suck you. I wanna swallow, I wanna keep my legs open for you.” A truth I’m not ashamed to admit anymore.
He groans, tightening his hold on my hip, and enters me in a series of thrusts so powerful, I mewl to punctuate each one as my knees slide apart. I’m an animal as much as he is now—horny, needy, utterly beholden to the beautiful male specimen riding me—so when he shoves his entire length into me time after time, I let out a strangled howl. We’re only flesh and sweat now, minds boiled over in the heat of our lust.
His dick pulses inside me, and when I sense him filling me with that delicious spunk, I’m on the verge of tears, because this is allso much. I’m not sure I can handle it.
“Go on. Swallow,” he rasps, resting his entire weight on me, cock pushed in so deep it makes my insides ache.
"Yes, all of it…" I mutter, wiggling my ass against him as if that could help keep more of his cum inside me. “Fuck… it feels so good.Youfeel so good.” I press my forehead against thetable, eyes closed as he strokes my neck. I’m just a vessel for his pleasure.
At least I tell myself that, because the truth is, I’m almost there myself. My balls ache from how much I want to come. But then he feels too heavy on top of me. I couldn’t lift him if I tried. Damen is a beast taking his satisfaction, and I have to wait for mine.
He is pumping into me frantically, and it’s making me catch fire.
I may have even cried a little. I don’t know. I’m too overwhelmed to be sure.
“Good boy,” Damen whispers, and his warm, gentle lips dance over the back of my neck as I tremble, struggling between the need to come and the desire to stay still, stuffed full of his hard meat and cum. He makes the decision for me when he withdraws, leaving me sore, empty, and still incredibly horny.
I’m about to grab my erection and put an end to the tension in my body, but he flips me over, and I watch him suck in my entire cock.
Is it already New Year’s Eve? Because I’m seeing fireworks.
I let out a strangled moan, and my hand ends up in his hair. I’m not pulling nor pushing his head down, just caressing my gorgeous captor as he makes my eyes roll back. All it takes is a few moves of his head, his tongue twisting around my shaft, and I’mthere.
La petit mort.
I moan, I writhe, legs trembling, voice choked. My ass clenches, and when I sense the slippery wetness between my ass cheeks, my orgasm gets more intense. Did I manage to keep Damen’s cum in, or did I drip it all over the pristine table? I won’t know until later. If he doesn’t care, I don’t have to either.
He swallows around my cock, strokes my hips and thighs, and when I’m at my weakest, he’s next to me, prone on the table, andpulls my head onto his chest. “I swear, sex was never this good,” he mumbles and presses a kiss to my forehead.
I cuddle up to him, all tender and in need of affection. I don’t even care to pull my pants up yet, because he might want to stroke my ass. “It’s because we’re married. It hits different.” I chuckle and kiss his pecs.
