Page 23 of Kingpin's Baby
“You feel amazing. Perfect.” He groans and his thrusts become slightly erratic, like he’s losing control. “You were made to be loved by me.”
I think that’s what gives me the courage, or foolhardiness, to reveal what’s been in my heart all along.
“I love you.” I breathe the words. Almost silently. Jasper shouldn’t hear above the muffled sounds of our bodies slapping together. He is supposed to be so intent on his shaft in my pussy that he doesn’t notice. He’s breeding me, after all. That’s the new deal.
But he does. I’m sure he does, because he breaks at that moment. He shudders and holds me to him as wet heat floods into me.
His arms are tight over my chest, as he jerks, and his breath is hot and comforting on my ear. I’ve never felt so safe. He’s not only around me, he’s inside me. His big arms, his torso curled behind me. I couldn’t escape, and I don’t want to.
As his movements calm to stillness, he keeps me close like he can’t bear to let me go. He doesn’t pull out, keeping all his come plugged where it is needed—and oh so wanted.
I collapse further, boneless, held by him and speared on his dick.
Neither of us moves, and I think part of it is that there’s an unspoken agreement that he’s not releasing me, letting any of his seed spill, or even pulling out.
And he says into my hair, “I love you too.”
8
JASPER
I awake to pounding on the bedroom door, and heaven.
Ren is cuddled into me, my little spoon. Her blonde hair spills over the pillow and her back is snug against my front. My morning wood is pressed to her bottom.
Wait. I frown. I was inside her when we fell asleep, plugging her, filling her. Reaching around, I cup her pussy.Mypussy, becauseshe’s mine, now. It’s sticky with our combined juices, and a satisfied smile tugs at my mouth.
Good.
I’ll add to that. Fill her up again and again. I want her pregnant, and if that means keeping my seed in her that’s an extra bonus.
The banging on the door sounds anew, and Ren stirs.
“Good morning, princess.” I nuzzle the soft skin of her neck and remember how she begged me to breed her, and how she wanted my hand around her throat last night. My balls pull up and my cock hardens further.
“Mr Booth, it’s Harvey.”
“Jasper.” She arches into me, and I groan as we notch together.
A flurry of knocks.
“You have to go to the door,” Ren murmurs.
“Mr Booth! The man didn’t turn up at Mrs Booth’s apartment last night.”
I let out a growl, bite her shoulder making her gasp, and roll out of bed.
I stride through the apartment and yank open the front door. “I told you to tell everyone to fuck off.”
My second-in-command looks sheepish. “I know. I’m sorry. But I think we’ve got our blackmailer. The head of Battersea mafia is here. He said if you didn’t see him, he’d have Mrs Booth deported.”
“Battersea is behind this? Upstart little shit.”
Harvey nods. Battersea is new money. Just old enough not to be modern, but not sufficiently old to have class. He’s a crass idiot.
“We should have found him first. And he can’t do that to Ren.”
Harvey looks at me with that eloquent expression that says,Yes, I know you get precisely what you want most of the time, but there are some things you cannot control, boss.
