He swallows my response with a kiss, and I relax enough to let him in. I moan into his mouth as he stretches me, but there’s no more resistance. I trust him completely, and if I look deep, deep down inside, I’m not sure I trust him only with my body. The uncomfortable pressure is now fully gone. He thrusts into me with long, smooth strokes, slow enough so I can feel every inch of him.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight around my cock,” Leon grits out. Each thrust steals the breath out of my lungs, as pleasure builds and builds somewhere deep inside.
He lowers his mouth and latches onto my nipple, sucking roughly.
“Ah, Leon!” Stringing the four letters together seems like a success since my body is on fire. My pussy is still clenching over nothing, my clit is pulsing and a spot I didn’t even know I had is screaming “Yes, yes, yes!” with every thrust.
He releases my breasts and looks down to where we’reconnected. His hands come to the back of my knees, pushing them even higher so that there’s not an inch of me unexposed.
“You’re dripping for me, baby. Do you know how feral it makes me?” He burrows himself to the hilt. “Your gorgeous pink cunt marking my cock with her juices. Maybe she deserves some attention, too.” With a devious smirk, he lands his fingers on my pussy, burying two inside, while thumbing my clit.
It’s too much. Too good. My body is in a perfect storm while he fucks my ass, fingers my pussy, and rubs my clit. Any of those things can send me over the edge on their own, but all of them together could probably send me to heaven. My back arches in a way that is more exorcism than porn, but I have no power over it anymore. My face twists into a grimace, and it’s over. I’m falling over the edge, in a feeling the closest thing to flying.
CHAPTER 18
Leon
Fuck, she’s perfect. Her ass grips me tightly, ripping the last threads of my composure. Her legs tremble as bliss overtakes her. I slow my thrusts, partly to give her a reprieve and partly to stop myself from coming. But as soon as she catches her breath, my vision tunnels.
Slipping out of her ass, I pull the condom off and push straight into her soaked pussy. Her eyes snap open, and I get lost in them. She’s so fucking wet and hot, I bite the inside of my cheek to get one more minute of this. Her body was made to be fucked by me. But it’s not only that. It’s not about her perfect tits, nor her soft belly, or wide hips. Not even about her round ass, nor this pink pussy that squeezes the life out of me. It’s the way her body reacts to me. Not only when we’re fucking, but when we’re talking, playing poker, or teasing each other. I sensed she was nervous about anal, but as soon as I told her to trust me, she did, her body opening up to me.
The feeling starts as a tiny seed in my stomach, spreading its roots through me. “You’re fucking perfect, baby.”
She gasps at my whispered words. They slipped out by accident, but they’re the truth. To stop more words from escaping my mouth, I kiss her. Any hope of keeping my orgasm away is gonewhen I feel her soft lips and hear her tiny moans of pleasure. I bite into her bottom lip as I come, pulling her right after me. Her pussy flutters over my cock, making my orgasm impossibly long. I fill her up with my cum, deep enough to convince myself she’s mine.
She gave herself to me tonight. Sheismine.
Our foreheads press together, our heavy breaths racing beneath our sweat-slicked chests.
“I think I’m paralyzed,” she whispers, making me chuckle. Her palm swats my chest. “I’m serious. I can’t move.”
“Then I did my job right.” I kiss the tip of her nose and lift to my knees before stretching her legs out on the bed.
She lets out a groan of relief. I shuffle to the bathroom, wet a cloth and return to clean her up. She sighs as I clean the leftover lube and cum from her pussy and ass. When I’m done, she tries to sit up, but I gently push her back down.
“Don’t even think about it.” I say, waving a finger.
“What?”
“This is my night. You’re not leaving. You can go to the bathroom, and that’s it.”
She nods, biting her lip adorably, and relaxes back on the bed. I search the floor for my phone and make a quick order for a food delivery. From the kitchen, I grab two water bottles and make her drink half of one. We sit in comfortable silence while we eat, as well as when I force her to the bathroom and clean every inch of her body in my massive tub. She’s pliant in my hands, her body worn out from the orgasms, but her face shows contentment. Her gaze is unfocused, but her lips are turned up. I bring her back to bed, making sure to change the messy sheet and lie her down, still naked. I start for the closet to grab underwear, but her voice stops me.
“Come back.”
With a smile and a shake of my head, I give up on my plan and return to bed, wrapping her in my arms. Her breaths deepen within a minute, and I realize she has fallen asleep. I place a kiss onher hair, my mind still working overtime. She trusts me. This girl, who carries a gun everywhere because she obviously went through some shit, trusts me.
Maybe because she doesn’t know the full truth about who I am. Would she sleep peacefully next to me if she knew about the ugly parts of my business? Highly unlikely.
I want her to tell me more about what she’s been through. But I can’t expect that until I tell her my own truth. In my thirty-five years, I never thought about sharing it with someone. People either already knew, or they were never meant to know about the mafia business. Especially with women, I never came close to wanting to share that. “You know what, I’m a mobster and a criminal,” is hardly a second date topic, and a second date is the furthest I’ve come.
Before Alex.
Now I want sleepovers, and I want her to know the full me. Fuck, Dom would tell me I’m insane.
As if he heard my thoughts, my phone pings with a text.
Dom
