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I had no idea sex would be like this, or that my body was even capable of these feelings.
And my heart.
Because as surely as he’s invading my pussy and stretching me open for him, he’s overtaking my heart with words of love and praise.
He’s telling me filthy things about how wet and pink my cunt looks from this angle, and how I’m taking him so well.
Without warning, he pulls out, flips me over, and drags me up onto my hands and knees.
“What?” My head snaps to over my shoulder, where he’s kneeling, a possessive look in his eyes and a promising smirk on his lips.
“I need you to come once more.” The blunt head of his cock presses at my entrance. But unlike before, when getting his enormous length in was a struggle, I’ve adapted now. All I feel as he pulls me back onto him, like I’m his toy, is the most brain-melting stretch.
“Uhh…” I’m nonverbal. I can’t come again, I’m sure about that, but I still want him in me for the amazing sparks and the sense of being his. Of being owned body and soul by my grumpy, handsome, billionaire mafia boss, boss.
I love him. It was always true, but the way he’s putting me above everything else—first in his life and I’ve come three times already and he’s not come once—proves I was right. I trusted him even when everyone else assumed he’d murder his next assistant. I saw past his bad temper. I helped get him the quiet he needed. This is my reward: his love, his lust, his attention to my body.
He slams into me from behind, over and over.
But it’s not just for him. He must know what this is doing to me. My breasts are heavy and sensitive, hanging down. My clit is impossibly throbbing as he lazily circles over it. There’s liquid evidence of my arousal everywhere. Drying on his cheeks, over my thighs, on his cock, dripping onto his fingers and soaking my folds.
The angle as he fucks into me from behind is unlike anything else.
“Come for me again.”
I’m almost crying. Sobbing. It’s too much.
“Ella,” he says in that stern CEO voice that he’s used with me over the last year and a half. “I said come for me. Come on my cock.”
I can’t. I’m wound so tight I can’t even speak.
“I know you can, my beautiful, perfect girl.”
Then, somehow, I’m close. I’m a touch away. The motion of his cock and his fingers keeps me on the edge.
“You won’t get the seed you want until you come. One more, my come-slut fiancée.”
That’s it.
I break.
The bliss wracks me, over and over again as he continues thrusting and rubbing my clit. I’m still coming as he flips me, so I’m on my back. Then he slides into me, and his face contorts with pleasure. He trembles, but his eyes never leave mine as he thrusts, pounding me into the mattress until he stiffens and groans.
“Ella.” He repeats my name as he fills me with wet heat, the pressure delicious, his come spilling out at the sides as he continues to pump.
It’s magic. I’ve never felt this close to anyone. I’m bracketed by his arms, held, cherished. I couldn’t imagine feeling this loved. It’s like his love is buzzing in every cell of my body as he thrusts all the way home, as tight and hard and deep as possible and holds me there.
The sweat cools on our skin as we stay entwined, though he rolls us back over so I’m laid on top of him again. He covers my face with kisses and tells me that I’m such a good girl, that he’s made me his, that I’m going to look gorgeous pregnant with his child. His cock remains inside me, softening only slightly, before hardening again.
“Rafe!” I can’t believe it when he begins to push up into me. We’re a sloppy mess, wet and a bit sticky, but he doesn’t seem to care, so neither do I.
“You didn’t think once would be enough, did you?”
I grip him with my inner muscles, and he growls. “Minx. I’m going to get you for that.”
“Are you going to give me a baby, boss?”
His chuckle is strained. “I’m going to give you everything you ever dreamed of, and more.”
