Being the tease she is when she leans down she inserts only the tip of my cock inside her pussy. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I grit down on my molars.
Her lips brush over mine as she says hotly, “Beg me Made Man. Beg me to fuck you.”
I’ve never begged anyone. I’m infamously known as the Grim Reaper for a reason. The people I deal with are the ones begging for their souls.
She moves her hips and my cock slides in only a little bit more. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Fuck me, Imogen,” I demand on a growl.
She bites down on my lower lip and tugs. There’s a slight sting when she sets my lip free. I see the little splash of blood on her bottom lip. Sensually she swipes her tongue to taste it. “I didn’t hear please.”
“Please. Fuck. Me.”
Her smile is victorious. Raising herself back up she then rests her hands on my chest. “Watch me take you, Rico. Watch me own you.”
Bewitched and completely captivated, I watch as she lowers herself down on my cock. Each delicious inch she takes is a sweet kind of torture. I’ve never felt this tense before nor have I ever felt this mind boggling pleasure that shoots down from my spine and travels everywhere.
Her cunt is warm, wet and tight. Her walls squeeze my cock as she keeps taking me.
“I don’t know if I can take all of you. You’re so big,” she whines softly at the halfway point. My arousal with hers drips down my cock. The sight of her taking me has me wanting to lose my god damned mind. Her pussy stretches around my shaft. Even with how soaked she is it seems to be a struggle for her.
“Am I hurting you?” My concern far outweighs my pleasure.
“Yes,” she squeaks out but takes another inch or two. “But it feels so good, too.”
Since pain mixed with pleasure is her poison I make the decision to thrust my hips upward. A silent scream pries her mouth wide open as I’m seated to the hilt. The tip of my dick hits her cervix and her walls squeeze impossibly tight. Her nails pierce through the flesh of my skin on my chest. I can only hope they leave scars. They’ll be ones I’ll forever cherish and wear with pride.
She leans back, balancing herself by resting her hands on my thighs. It somehow makes me feel as if I’m reaching deeper.
And then she begins to move. I thought she would take me slow given her slight discomfort but no, she takes me wildly. Possessed even. I hold onto her hips and let her defile me.
Needing to be closer to her I lift myself up in a sitting position and wrap my arms around her. Flesh to flesh. Heart to heart. Soul to soul.
I kiss her passionately. Fucking her mouth with the same ferocity she’s fucking me.
Fingernails rake down my back and then sink in my shoulder blades.
My balls draw up, the now familiar tingle races down my spine and I come screaming her name.
She rides out my orgasm by thrusting without any particular rhythm. It’s as if she’s lost herself over to the pleasure.
And then she comes, too. As she does she bites down on my neck. Another mark. One that even if it doesn’t last I’ll remember forever.
Her body falls in my arms and despite feeling weak myself I catch her. I’ll always catch her.
I press a kiss to the top of her head. She nuzzles her face against my chest.
This feeling? This euphoric blissful sated and yet wondrous calming feeling. . . I want to stay in it. Live in it. Bask in it.
For once maybe I’ll be naive. Naive to believe we stand a chance. Naive to believe a war isn’t happening between our families. And maybe I’ll be naive enough to believe she’ll always choose me.
CHAPTER 31
Imogen
I’m wrapped in the security of Rico’s arms as we sit in the warm bathwater. My fingers lazily trail along his forearm as he does the same.
His legs are on either side of mine, my back flush against his chest and his chin sitting atop of my head.
