Page 47 of Protection (Mobsters + Billionaires 2)
Giving him no time to adjust, I slip my second thumb in alongside the first, drowning in his pained gasp.
“Too much?” I ask, stilling my hands.
He shakes his head. “Please…”
I lean forward again, kissing him as I first alternate thrusts with my thumbs, then work them into him together, angling them to frame the place inside of him that makes him whine and pant like a puppy.
Drawing back, I flatten my body, bringing my head between his thighs. I nose the join of his hip and thigh, then inhale him at the base of his cock, thin and longer than I expected. His balls are compact, round, close to his body, and fit perfectly in my mouth.
As he cries out, I pull my thumbs apart—still lodged inside his tight hole—preparing him for my girth. His cries are cut by another pained gasp. “More, Anthony. Stretch me.”
His body is so narrow that my long fingers can reach out, anchoring themselves across his ass, just shy of his hips, as I pull my hands away from each other. I spit on him, watching my saliva disappear into his dark hole as I curve my thumbs around his tight rim.
I pull from his body, loving his choked cry of protest as I lube my cock. I pause, looking into his eyes, waiting for his hungry nod. I get what I need and look down, watching as I push my thick, pale cock into the tight clutch of his body.
I stop halfway, spitting out curses as I stave off an embarrassingly early orgasm.
“Fuck, Mads. You’re so fucking tight. Your ass almost did me in before I could get started,” I say, pulling away from him, strangling the base of my cock with a strong grip.
“Anthony, I need you so bad,” he whines, snaking his arms under his knees and rocking back, showing me more of his hole. “Please.”
I pant, gaining control of myself. “Okay, baby. Another second.”
Don’t. Call. Him. Baby.
The fog finally clears, and I push into him again, goggling at the improbable size difference. My cock is practically half the width of his tiny waist, and I can see the bulge pushing against his belly from the inside.
“Baby, I might be too much.”
He shakes his head violently and arches against me, pained and perfect. “More.”
I push all the way in, impaling him as he pulls a pillow over his head and shouts, almost to the point of screaming.
“Mads, I…”
He knocks aside the pillow and grabs my wrists, pushing into my thrust. His strong fingernails, which I realize are slightly longer than most men keep them, break the skin. “Don’t you fucking go anywhere.”
My concern shatters, and I grab him by the throat, pushing him back down to the bed. He whines, his eyes flashing with lust as he thrusts against me. He reaches behind himself and grabs the edge of the mattress, his jaw going slack as he sips what little oxygen I’m giving him.
I cock my hips back and let them fly forward, giving him a fraction of their power. The movement slams the top of his head into the tufted headboard, and I grip his neck tighter, fucking into him even harder.
It’s not unusual for a bottom’s dick to go soft as he acclimates to my size, but Mads’ cock is straining, purple-hard, with a pearlescent strand of precum catching the light. He pushes against the headboard with both hands, and I work with him, scootching back as I thrust into him, pulling him far enough from the headboard that we don’t have to worry about a brain injury.
The pillow I shoved under his hips is a twisted mess under his shoulders, so I pull it back down and add another. It angles his hips until he’s practically inverted, and when I drop forward and thrust, his mouth opens into a soundless scream.
“More,” he chokes out, wrapping his long, skinny legs around my waist, tightening them with more power than I thought he had.
I thread my fingers through his thick, black hair and grip it at the base, using that as leverage to thrust, to fuck into him so hard he can barely breathe. His eyes roll back as he pushes against me, and his body arches, the pulsing on my cock insane.
He’s tensing so hard I wonder if he hasn’t had a seizure until cum rockets from the tip of his cock. I lean on a forearm and reach between us, stroking him through the rest of his orgasm, wrestling his twitching, trembling body into submission.
Any of those things should make me come so hard I saw stars. But in the process of my body giving over to the desires I’ve been holding back for so long, it’s the look Mads gives me as he returns to his body that sends me into the stratosphere. I’ve been low-key terrified I hurt him, but he gives me his million-kilowatt smile, grinning and satisfied and so fucking happy.
Looking back, I’ll know this is the moment I fell in every way possible for Mads.
I shove my face into his neck and roar as my hips take over, my thrusts sloppy and all over the place as those champagne bubbles burst forth, my heart forcing my hands to cradle as I destroy him. My feelings are so strong that I have no control over the deep, searching kisses on his abused, slick red lips.
“Mads, Mads, Mads,” I gasp, fucking into my own hot cum deep inside his body, emotion rolling tears down my cheeks before I even know what’s happening.
