Page 23 of Stolen By the Mafia King
“More. Please, more.” My girl begging is the most perfect sound imaginable. But she needs something a little extra to tip her into pleasure again.
The next time we do this will be sweet and slow. I’ll take my time enjoying her and exploring every painstaking and sensuous method of making her feel good. There will be whole days when I do nothing but patiently make her come time and time again on my cock.
But the primal need to fuck her in the most basic way is too strong. I have to pound into her as I drown in her eyes andownher. If I don’t feel her clench with pleasure, tight around my cock, I’m not sure I can withdraw.
I cram my hand down between our bodies and find her clit. It doesn’t take much. A circle over that firm little nub as I keep up a rhythm of my body into hers. There’s no space anywhere. She cries out and arches and where I thought she was beside herself before, she’s incandescent now.
Two deep thrusts with the touch to her clit and she’s coming, shaking so hard I have to catch her leg and hold her still to continue pumping into her.
“Grant.” My name on her lips as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through her and tries to tug me with her. I grit my teeth and resist. Just a little longer.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been, primed to explode.
Then she’s loose underneath me, even as her pussy still grips me. So fucking good.
“You feel amazing,” I tell her. “You’re so tight and perfect.”
“Come inside me,” she orders breathlessly, her nails digging into the muscles of my back. So demanding, my girl.
As I press my chest to her breasts and thrust harder, dragging open-mouthed kisses up her neck, and over her jaw and cheek, she lifts her bottom to bring me deeper.
“I’m going to fill you up, sweetheart.” I want her to be pregnant after this.
“To overflowing.” She’s writhing now, picking up my rhythm and pushing up again.
“So much you’ll never be able to wash it off,” I agree. I need her marked as mine. I have to have my scent on her skin, my ring on her finger, my seed dripping from her pussy, and my baby in her belly.
“Grant.” She buries her face into my neck and whispers onto my skin. “I love you.”
I break. My cock goes as deep and hard as possible right into her and I paint the inside of her passage. I jerk with the intensity of it. I’m wrecked. Ruined. A shell of a man having emptied myself into Jessa. There is no chance of recovery. It’s terminal.
I collapse onto my forearms and it’s only then I remember I should lift my weight from her. When I try, Jessa hums in dissent and grips on. Pointlessly, because I’m stronger than she is. I roll to the side and my mouth finds hers.
As my orgasm recedes I’m kissing her and saying all sorts of besotted things. That she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. That I love her beyond reason. That she’d better know that I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch her or take her from me. She giggles and snuggles into me as she agrees.
“There’s your come trickling down my thigh,” she eventually manages to tell me. “I need to clean up.”
“No. Why?” I reach between her legs and she’s right. She’s a mess. So am I. We’re both covered in the sticky combination of her cream and my come. It’s perfect.
“I’m going to wash off.” She goes to move away and I cage my arms around her. The shift has put enough space between us that I can look into her sparkling lapis lazuli eyes.
“I said you weren’t leaving this bed until you were mine. Full of my seed and you’d agreed to marry me,” I growl, low and menacing. “I meant it.”
She beams. “That’s a terrible marriage proposal. How am I going to tell our children about that?”
“Fine.” I shrug. No problem to me. “We’ll skip the engagement. I’ll kidnap you and take you straight to the church.”
I feel her laughter as her torso shakes as much as I hear it. Then we’re grinning at each other.
“Tell them whatever story you prefer, sweetheart,” I say between kisses to her cheek, and down her neck. “Tell them how I kidnapped you. Tell them I chased you. Tell them you hijacked my black cab and stole my heart, and that’s true too. So long as they exist, and you and they have my name, you can do anything you like.”
10
JESSA
The second time I wake in Grant’s arms, I know I belong here. I’m his.
It’s too easy. He pulls my knee over his legs and slips into me from behind and I’m in a haze of sleepy pleasure that only comes into focus when he strokes my clit and my breasts as he fucks me. I’m surrounded and overwhelmed by him.
