Page 22 of Stolen By the Mafia King
The beginnings of fullness bloom.
We continue like that, an inch at a time, until at last he’s all the way in. His pelvis flush with mine, the head of his cock firm at my limit. I’ve never had anything push on the top of my passage like that and it sends a fresh wave of arousal through my limbs like a button he’s keeping held down.
I’m pinned. His hard cock inside of me. Arms braced either side of my breasts, and his bonds holding my wrists and ankles. I should feel as exposed as a beautiful butterfly on display. And I do, but I’m also a powerful creature caught and imprisoned for her own good. Protected.
Grant slides out a little and I mewl with protest until he thrusts back in and I let out an unladylike grunt of pure sensation.
Then he does it again. Further, harder and it feels amazing.
“I love you. I’ve wanted this, to be inside of you, since the beginning. I’ve been obsessed, Jessa. I love you and I can’t let you go.”
I can’t speak for the overflow of the unfamiliar but wonderful feel of him sliding in and out with more and more confidence. There’s nothing easy about it even as he ups the pace again. He’s massive and stretching me. But I’m so wet it doesn’t matter and that combination makes every stroke bliss.
“You’re perfect, so perfect. I thought you’d feel good but I had no idea you would feel made for me, so soft and tight, and fuck, so wet. That’s the best part. You’re soaking wet for me so I know you want me too. You’re doing so well. My good girl.”
I didn’t know I needed to be his good girl before yesterday, but I, oh I do. Every day. All night. His praise knits closed wounds I didn’t even know I had. They’ve been sore for so long I wasn’t aware it’s not normal.
“More,” I beg. “Harder.”
“Jessa.” He sounds tortured.
“More,” I repeat, and as he complies I see the relief on his face and the pleasure spirals through me. I keep saying that. More. And more, until he’s slamming into me, stealing my heartbeat and my oxygen with each thrust of his unyielding body into my soaking hole.
“I’m never letting you go,” he growls. “I’ll have you every day. I can’t do without you now. I’m addicted to your vanilla scent and sweet taste.”
He’s split me open and now he’s stuffing me full, body and soul. He’s pounding into me, barely controlled. I’ve unleashed him and the way he’s owning my body is as hot as the words he keeps saying about how much he loves me and how this is even better than he imagined when he jerked off thinking of me.
“Grant,” I gasp. “I won’t escape. Release me.” I have to touch him.
He stops instantly. I cry out when he slips from me.
“I won’t let you leave. You’re mine now sweetheart, forever.” He unties my ankles first and I wrap my legs around him. Yes. Yes this is what I want. I’ll steal him as surely as he did me. Then one hand is free and I use it to urge him closer.
“I’ll chase you down and take you back,” he says against my delicate inner arm, his stubble scraping. “You’re mine now and I’ll die without you. Don’t leave, Jessa.” He sounds undone, and I love that.
The silk falls away from my wrist and I pull him until his chest hair rubs my nipples.
“I won’t,” I whisper as he pushes his cock in where I need him. “I promise.”
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GRANT
This time she’s tight but takes me easily. She feels so good, not just around my cock but where she’s trying to touch me everywhere all at once, like she’s not certain that I’m real and has to keep proving it to herself. Meanwhile, I’m losing my grip on physical existence. All I have is Jessa, my beautiful girl. I want her beyond reason. Having her beneath me, small and lithe and panting, makes my chest roar and ache. This girl is my world. I caught her, she’s mine.
And now my captive is free.
The keening sound that comes from her mouth gives me savage delight. The lack of control of her lungs is the best music. Because I did that. I drove her wild and made her shake uncontrollably.
Yes, I’m barely hanging onto sanity, but seeing that Jessa has lost it altogether is the proudest moment of my life.
Her eyes are glassy and flit everywhere. Now her limbs are free, she’s making good use of them. She touches me with abandon, like she’s trying to find a hidden key that will unlock me.
It’s her. She’s my secret weakness. Every sweep of her little hands sends sparks down my spine and tightens my balls. I’m going to come. I can’t last much longer against the onslaught of Jessa. Her scent. Her tight wetness around my cock as I thrust in and out of her. She takes all of my length, which isn’t a given being that I’m built on a larger scale. But we fit together perfectly. We were made for each other.
We kiss as I fuck her hard, right into the mattress, and she encourages me. Her heels dig into my buttocks and she settles her fingers in my hair, holding my face to hers.
“Come for me,” I demand against her lips, but my voice is hoarse. I grasp her thigh and spread her legs wider and she sobs at how I go deeper. I up my pace and shift the angle so my cock rubs hard against the side of her passage closest to her clit. That sensitive area.
