Page 16 of Big Beefy Kingpin

“Yes, yours,” I gasp needily. “Please make me yours, Roman.”

His grip tightens on my thigh as he begins to move, pulling out completely before thrusting back inside. My eyes widen and my lips part in a sob as he plants himself deeply inside of me, taking possession of my body as we both move.

Making me his.

Body and soul, I want to belong to him.

“Mine,” he growls, his movements quickening as he thrusts into me, jaw clenched and veins popping on his forehead as his flesh slaps hard against mine.

My cries of ecstasy fill the room as he works me over, my moans growing harsh and my back arching off the bed as pleasure shoots up my body, tethering closer and closer to the edge but no…

I don’t want to climax just yet.

It’s too soon and I don’t want this to end but, I can hardly control the pleasure that shoots up my spine as he grinds down into my pussy.

“Oh, faster, please!” I sob, despite myself. “Please, Roman! Harder!”

With a snarl, Roman hauls me up to his lap as he had back at the Casino and I gasp when his cock slides impossibly deeper from the move.

“You like that?” he growls, pumping his cock into me and bouncing me on his lap.Christ, it’s more intense this way.

I grasp at his shoulders, clawing his back with my nails as I ride his cock, my pussy pulsing with pleasure with every move.

“So close, baby,” he rasps into my hair, squeezing my ass with his hands as he pumps into my wetness. “I’m going to spill my seed into you, sweetheart, cream pie this tight pussy of yours until I’ve marked you…”

“Oh–”

A shout tears through my lips as his words send me over the edge and I buck in his arms. My hips jerk on his lap and electricity shoots through my body as I clench down hard against his shaft. I roll my hips against him, drawing out my climax and shaking in his arms as my orgasm continues to roll through me.

“Fuck, Amore,” he chokes out, holding me tight as he empties his hot seed into my womb. He slams into my body with such primal need, drawing out his orgasm. “You’re perfect, baby.”

I drop my forehead to his shoulder, tiny delicious tremors breaking through my body. His body is a furnace against mine and I find that I don’t want to part from his heat.

If only I could stay here forever.

“Are you okay, little criminal?” Roman whispers gruffly into my hair, running a soothing hand on my back like he had earlier.

“Hmm,” I whisper drowsily, closing my eyes and letting his warm hands lull me closer to sleep. “I’m perfect.”

***

We relax in the afterglow for a few minutes, but as we lay there guilt begins to churn in my gut. I know that I’m falling for this man, and yet I haven’t told him my truth. He doesn’t even know my real name. It’s time to come clean and I only hope that once I do he will still want this.Want me.

Rolling onto my belly, my long brown hair falls to cover my breasts and Roman must see the seriousness on my face.

“What is it, Amore?” He asks, body taught.

“Roman, I need to tell you something…I only hope that you won’t hate me once I do.” I say, tears pricking at the corner of my eyes.

“Baby, just tell me. Nothing you could ever say would make me hate you.”

“I don’t even know where to start,” I whisper.

“The beginning is usually the best place,” he replies, running his hand down my hair and over my back.

I lean into the contact, needing his closeness to tell my story. It spills out of me and I tell him everything. I tell him about my abusive father, being locked away from the world and my family’s plot to force me into marrying the leader of a Cartel, to help solidify their ties. I tell him about my father’s death and fleeing Vegas. I share my experience with being homeless, before finally expressing my passion for medicine and joy at working in a hospital where I have friends for the first time in my life.

Roman pulls me in tight, “Amore, I am so glad that you told me everything. Though this changes nothing about the way I feel for you. I do have one question though; What is your real name?”

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