Matched to the Mafia (Seeking Curves)

“I love you,” I growled, and she opened her eyes to look at me. Bianca flattened her hands on my chest and started working herself faster on my cock, slamming that pussy down on me until the wet sounds of our fucking filled our apartment. And when I felt the fluttering of her pussy, the tightening of her muscles around my length, I knew she was close.

I felt my own orgasm answer the call, my balls tightening, my cock hardening further.

“I love you, too,” she cried out and came, her cunt rhythmically clenching around my dick as she found her pleasure. I went over the edge with her, filling her up with even more of my cum, making her take it all, wanting my jizz to spill from her pussy when I pulled out.

She collapsed against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her close. We stayed like that for long moments as I smoothed my palm up and down her back.

“I know you’ll protect me,” she finally whispered. “I know you’ll make me happy.”

I closed my eyes and felt my once-dead heart beat harder at her words.

Before Bianca, I'd only been surviving, never knowing how my life would change once I fell in love. I’d never even thought it was possible for me.

But after she’d become mine, ever since that first moment I saw her, I finally understood what it meant to actually be alive.

And I'd take down anything, destroy everything, just to keep her by my side and hold on to the feelings she had given me with her very presence.

She was mine. I was hers. And for the rest of my life, I’d keep it that way.

The End.