Page 26 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
Straightening the arm I’m holding myself on, I take filthy delight in having marked her with ropes of white.
Owning her. I’d make them into fecking tattoos if I could, except that stretch marks from having my baby will do that perfectly.
My hand shakes as I scoop up my semen from her soft belly and draw it down as she looks on in disbelief. I smear it over her mons then part her pussy lips.
She winces as I run my fingers around her clit, not over it, but near. Just close enough to threaten.
“Too sensitive?” I tease.
“Mmm!” she whimpers, nodding desperately.
“Spread your legs wider for me so I can push this seed where it belongs.” I slide my fingertips down and put the smallest amount of pressure on her entrance, nudging at it to tell her what I mean.
A shudder goes through her from head to toe, and she obeys, reopening for me where her knees had fallen inwards.
Slow but relentless, I sink two fingers into her.
“So hot, and still dripping wet for me,” I observe, trying to be objective, but not managing in the least. “You’ll feel like heaven when this is my cock.”
“Don’t…” she whispers.
I continue, one knuckle, the next, then pressing into the base of my hand and pulling my fingertips upwards to caress her inner walls. She moans.
“I could get you pregnant like this, my little virgin pet,” I croon as she arches onto my fingers. She’s not trying to run away. “You’re so beautiful it’s almost a pity to defile you with my cock. I could breed you like this and watch you come apart for me over and over.”
She makes an incoherent noise, then squeaks as I swipe my thumb over her clit. “You don’t mean that.”
“No,” I agree. “I need more for my compensation for being kidnapped.” I draw back my fingers then shove them back in. “I want to fuck you hard.” Again. “With my fingers.” Another thrust. “My tongue. My cock. Every. Fecking. Thing. I own. I want in. Your. Soaked. Pussy.”
“Why?” she gasps out.
I think she’s close to coming again.
“Because I want your scent over everything,” I tell her, but she’s moaning so much I don’t think she hears. “I want you in my life, unerasable.”
I smile as she breaks, tensing and sobbing as she comes again from my touch. It’s the hottest experience I’ve ever had, because this time, it’s with my seed inside her.
Her pussy squeezes my fingers so hard I’m certain for a moment that she’ll cut off my bloody circulation, or maybe devour my fingers entirely. Then it recedes like a tide, until her body goes from taut to almost liquid.
Her eyes are closed, and I examine her at my leisure, leaving my fingers as a pacifier in her warm, ravenous little cunt.
“You’re so responsive,” I tell her. She’s mind-blowing. She’s going to come on my cock so beautifully.
After a couple of minutes, a cramp sets into my shoulder.
I ignore it. Part of the price of being a filthy bastard who is twice the age of this perfect angel under me is that I should feel the discomfort of my body not being twenty anymore.
She’s so good and sweet, and three orgasms have knocked her out.
Then my knee begins to ache, and I admit defeat.
“Have I killed you?” I ask, teasingly, and reluctantly slide my fingers from the bliss of her wet passage.
Her eyelids flutter.
In the seconds it takes to find the key and unlock the cuffs, she’s stirred, and her big blue eyes are watching me. I gather her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
And the second her naked breasts touch my chest, I know for sure. I thought it was true before, but I had no idea. The trusting way she snuggles into me as I carry her to the bathroom solidifies every bone-deep instinct I’ve had about Millie.
