Page 21 of Stolen By the Mafia King
He smooths his palm over my knee. “Sweetheart. You want me to release you? Just say my name. Say,Lambeth. And I’ll stop. Whatever I’m doing, I’ll stop.”
All the tension leaves my body. He won’t do anything I don’t want. “I understand, kingpin.”
He grins and kneels between my spread legs. “You are not leaving this bed until you’re full of my come and have agreed to marry me.”
He’s right. Now he’s said that, you’d have to scrape me off this bed with a spatula. You’d have to prise each limb up. If that’s what I get if I stay, I’m staying. You couldn’t get rid of me.
“Think you can do that?” I say brattily. “Don’t you think you’re a bit old?”
His laugh rumbles through me. “There’s my girl. You’ll beg, don’t you worry.”
“All talk, kingpin…” I grumble when he lowers his head instead of covering me with his body and taking me. “Make me.”
“Gotta get you ready.” He relaxes in like he’s enjoying getting comfy down there. The first lick is hard up my seam and I buck with the pleasure. “I’m going to split you open,” he says against my folds then slips a finger into me and I moan. So easy. Too easy. I’m already soaking wet from his attention.
“My cock is big, and you’re little. But you’re going to take it all. You’re going to be stuffed with my cock like a good girl.”
I nod frantically. Yes. I want to be his good girl, full of him.
“But first I want you all soft and boneless so when I push inside you for the first time you enjoy me stretching you out. Love it.” He punctuates that speech with sucks on my clit and I’m writhing, tugging against my bonds, desperate for more. And commentary over, he delivers.
I had no idea he was holding back before, but he clearly was. The last time he was kissing and licking gently, easing me into pleasure like sliding into a hot tub. Now he throws me in. He goes after my orgasm like he chased me down. Hard. Determined. Fast.
He holds my hips when I move under his mouth, and being trapped and forced to endure the overwhelming pleasure makes this even hotter. I’m caught and spoiled. Cherished. He knows better than I do what I need, and is providing. I don’t have to think, or plan. He has everything under his control, including my whole body.
He understands me. I haven’t felt this safe and loved in… Forever.
The orgasm arrives so quickly it’s almost sharp. One moment I’m on the edge, then the next I’m shaking as I plummet down like Grant has pushed me off the peak of a swooping rollercoaster.
I’m still coming when he moves up and over me, the heat of him covering my naked skin. He’s so much bigger, and I’m spread out, utterly at his mercy. I can’t push him away or bring him closer. The head of his cock touches my clit, sending a fresh wave of orgasm through me.
“Look at me.”
I hadn’t even realised I’d shut my eyes until, opening them, Grant’s catch me like a shining silver hook.
“I want in.”
“Take me.” I flex my hips up, to the limited extent that’s possible. The tip of his cock slides against the excessive wetness and presses just inside. Hardly at all. Nudging at my entrance. We both moan.
“We’ll go slow,” he promises. He pushes and there’s resistance. A shadow crosses my kingpin’s face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I have no idea if that’s true actually, only that I need him to fuck me and I won’t be satisfied until he does. Even if it’s agony there’s an ache deep in me that only he can fix. “Go on. Shove it in, all the way.”
“No,” he says between gritted teeth. “Slowly.”
I can’t pull him into me, tied up as I am. This is all on Grant’s schedule.
So I whimper and tip my hips to try to get more of him.
He groans and there’s a pinch that steals my breath.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He kisses my cheeks. Forehead. My lips. Even the tip of my nose as I get accustomed to the invasion of his body in mine.
“Further,” I demand when the burn has eased. Looking down I can see us joined and it’s deliciously hot. But most of his cock is still not inside me.
He slips in another inch and this time the pinch is less and the ease quicker. Watching me like a hawk, I don’t need to say with words that I’m ready for more. He sees. He knows.
He tells me I’m taking him just right and I’m the best thing he’s ever felt. Whispering in my ear, he soothes and comforts me even as he shakes with the effort of restraining himself. He rubs his cheek on mine and kisses my throat. As he withdraws and pushes deeper he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks until I moan.
