Page 45 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“Finn, I…”
Then she’s tightening around my cock. The pleasure is building to a point I can’t control myself. She’s my whole world, and I need to blow my load into her and put a baby in her belly.
My balls pull up and I grit my teeth. The only thing that’s keeping me from the animalistic pounding into her that will tip me over is wanting her to know everything about how obsessed I am with her. How much I love her and need her in my life. I want no doubts, even as we’re playing that I’m forcing her.
Grabbing her jaw, I press my fingers into the side of her neck and tilt her head until she looks into my eyes.
“Let me be your shelter from every storm, and your shade on scorching days. I’ll be your blanket when you’re cold, and your seat when you’re tired.”
“I can’t sit on you!” she chokes out.
“You can. You will. You’ll sit on my face and pedal my ears like a good girl until you squirt, and I lick it up because it’s nectar.”
She giggles, but she’s shaking too.
I let her jaw go and reach down for her clit as my own breathing goes ragged. Her squeak of surprise as I cram my hand between us makes me smile savagely. Such a lot to learn, my girl. She has no idea how this will be.
“I love you, I have from the very start. And I’m going to take such fecking good care of you, you’ll be my happy little captive.”
“Finn,” she moans, writhing as I find her clit and stroke it.
“Barefoot.” I kiss her. “And pregnant.” Another soft kiss as I fuck her hard. “And loved. Cherished.” I graze my teeth over her lower lip. “Spoiled to within an inch of your life.” I suck her bottom lip, and she writhes beneath me as I keep it captured.
All the time I’m thrusting into her and rubbing insistent circles onto her clit.
“You’re not getting away without another orgasm, Millie. You know that, yeah?”
“Mmm!” she whines.
“That’s right, pet. Come for me. Your stalker is going to give you a baby.”
She sobs, thrashing almost as though she wants to get me off her. But she doesn’t kick me, and she doesn’t say the word. So I kiss her and tangle the fingers of one hand in her hair as the other insists that she come with harder and harder movements over that sensitive little nub.
“You can’t do anything to stop me. Beg, plead. I don’t care. I have to have you.”
I’m hanging on by a thread.
“When I watched you on the hospital CCTV, I dreamed of being this close to you. Of being inside you.” It’s even better than I fantasised as I jerked off to the image of Millie, night after lonely night. “You’re so perfect, I want to live like this. Joined together.”
And maybe that’s what triggers her orgasm, because I have to grit my teeth as she grips me so tightly it’s as though she’s trying to break my cock right off. But feck, it feels amazing.
“Good girl.” My chest heaves, and I still. Because despite everything, this has to last a little longer.
There’s more I need from my pet.
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MILLIE
I want him to lose control. I need him to be as crazy and unhinged as I know he can be. I want to be the one person who makes him crazy.
“Finn, release me.”
His expression goes feral, and yeah, that’s the vibe.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Never.” It’s a hard word. “You’re mine.” He punctuates the statement with thrusts. “My good girl. Mine to breed. You can’t stop your stalker?—”
