Page 44 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“Breathe, pet,” he instructs, harsh but tender at the same time, keeping pushing further into me, and another scream rips from my throat. “You will. Feel how big you make my cock? How much I need to fuck you. You were made for me.”
It hurts, but my brain doesn’t register the pain properly. It’s a cascade of sparks that are so bright and hot that it feels almost pleasurable. After a second, it eases. I instantly want him deeper, and he’s relentless. I know he’s not going as fast as he’d like, and I’m both grateful for his consideration and impatient that his monster cock isn’t fully in yet.
We both let out an “Ahhh” as he holds my hip down and slides further, making me take it exactly as I wanted. This time the flare of pain isn’t as sharp. And more quickly it’s fullness, and an unfamiliar stretch, and I’m vibrating because I want him so much.
He doesn’t stop. He continues to slide in endlessly until he hits my heart.
It’s not my heart, but it feels high enough that it could be. Then his hips are flush with mine and his balls press onto my bottom and he seamlessly begins to withdraw.
“Feck you’re so tight,” he rasps. “My hot, wet little toy. My beautiful love, my pet.”
He’s so controlled as he moves in and out of me, just his hips moving without hesitation. And he’s close to me in a way I can’t imagine being with anyone else. Finn is inside me. Making space for his thick cock.
I moan as he speeds up, using my body for his pleasure, and I can see how good it is for him. The intensity in his green eyes only wavers from my face to appreciate my bared breasts.
I can’t touch him, but I’m enough without doing anything.
It’s perfect.
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FINN
This is going to kill me.
Not a bullet or a knife, not the Essex Cartel or some upstart in Kilburn. Not too much whiskey or one last roast potato with too much butter. Nope. This perfect woman will be my downfall.
My blood feels like a cocktail of innocent drugs that add up to more than I thought possible. As addictive as heroin, but pure and sweet as sugar. Being in my girl’s pussy is the sort of high that you think because it’s natural and legal isn’t dangerous.
But Millie is fatal. Nothing will ever be as good as being joined with her.
“I love you.” That’s the fecking least of it, but they’re the words that most simply express the endless emotion in my heart.
“I love you too,” she pants out, and I grin.
“Yes, fall apart for me.” She’s an addiction of the best kind, that makes me want to be a better man for her. I’ll never tire of feeling her come, be it on my fingers, my tongue, or—best of all—my cock.
“I can’t.”
“I’ll break you then,” I croon as I let go of her thigh and cup her breast, dragging my thumb over her nipple. She jerks and I can’t get enough of that. I repeat, then roll the sensitive littlepoint between my fingers. “You will scream and strangle my cock twice before I pump you full.”
She writhes beneath me, tugging at her hands.
“I might get pregnant.” She’s breathless.
“Oh, you will. I’m going to breed you. Make you swollen with my baby so I can show off what a good girl my fertile little wife is, taking all my seed.”
“I’m not your wife,” she replies, disbelievingly.
“You will be.” I slam into her hard this time, once, then again. My balls tingle as they swing against her soft little arse. “Just as you’re my love, and my whole life, already.”
“I…” Angles her hips up for more, and moans.
“That’s it, open for me more, pet.” I stroke her knee as I slowly increase the speed of my thrusts. I watch her and my own arousal is second to the satisfaction of seeing how hot and squirmy she’s getting. Her cheeks are flushed.
“You’re so fecking tight. Spread your legs wider, my beautiful girl,” I grunt, watching to see her response, and she doesn’t disappoint. She mewls and as I thrust again, it’s wetter. But she’s so far gone, she can’t think to move quickly for me. I grab her thigh, and push it out and upwards.
Her eyes go unfocused, and her eyelids flutter closed as the angle changes, and it’s even better, I can tell.
