The Mobster's Virgin (Filthy Dirty Desires)

We try to make small talk about school because he has to return in two days, but I can’t function because every bite that slides past her lips off her fork is like a trigger being pulled. My cock jerks with each moan of enjoyment she receives. I made it a point to have the staff glean all the information about her favorite meals so that we could have them prepared. It’s not that she had a lot of choices and my poor, sweet Daniella did most of the cooking herself. Thankfully, I’ve put a stop to that unless it is something she wishes to do.

The urge becomes so unbearable that I can hardly concentrate on my food. Hell, I don’t even know what I’m eating and I don’t care because all I can think about is getting inside of Daniella and letting her know that she’s mine.

Letting the world know she’s mine is my ultimate goal. Tomorrow she’ll be my wife, and soon her stomach will swell with my sons. “Tomas, can you excuse us for a minute?” Daniella stands, walks behind me, running her hand across my shoulders. “I need to speak to you in your office, Mr. Antonov.”

Grigor suddenly distracts Tomas while I stand, which I’m more than grateful for because my dick is so fucking hard I could lift the five-hundred-pound wooden dining table with it. I quickly step up behind my woman, wrap my arm around her waist, lift her off her feet, and carry her into my office to make the trip there faster. I let her feel what she’s done to me as my breath trails down the back of her neck.

“What did you need to discuss, Daniella?”

“I have nothing to discuss, but you can’t sit around like you’re going to fuck me like a rag doll right in front of my brother like a beast. It’s uncivilized. I don’t think we could ever entertain guests, never mind what our children will think.” She sighs, dropping to her knees right in front of me like she’s been on her knees a hundred times before. Her hands go to my belt, freeing my cock so fucking effortlessly.

“How can I sit still when I have you near me, looking more edible than any meal?”

“Look who’s talking. Even when I wanted to hate you, I wanted to kiss you.”

“Fuck, go ahead and kiss my cock now before I lose my civility.”

“Don’t think you’ve ever had any,” she says, holding my length in her hand. Her tongue slides along the underside of my cock and I slam my eyes shut because looking at my woman on her knees is too fucking erotic; I could nut right now. “Konstantin,” she moans before she swallows the head past her lips.

“Fuck,” I stutter out, clenching my fists. “What do you want? Good girl or bad girl.”

“Use me.” I’ve died and gone to heaven. Gripping her hair, I take control, driving my cock down her throat until she’s gagging. “God, you’re fucking sexy when you’re gagging on my cock. Take it, love, but don’t make me come. I want my seed coating your tight, sore pussy.”

She moans around me, parting her legs and sliding her hand between her thighs. “Get up, my dirty little slut. I need to be buried between those vise-grip legs.” I grip the back of her neck and pull her off my dick with a hard tug. I don’t move her more than ten feet to the edge of my sofa, bending her over the arm. “Give me your hand.” She does, and I suck her fingers clean. “Those are my juices. You don’t get to steal my meal from me.” Pushing up her dress, I tear off her panties and spank her ass, watching it jiggle and turn pink. With my dick throbbing painfully as I have her flavor on my tongue, I drop to my knees to taste her sopping wet cunt. Her slippery coin slot coats my taste buds and I only get harder, if that’s fucking possible. I need to be in her, but I need her as frenzied as I am. Pumping one thick digit into her folds, I brace myself as she begins to fuck back on my finger and face.

“Konstantin,” she cries out. I pull my mouth off just long enough to say, “That’s the way I want you to say my name, Daniella, with that need always ripping from that talented throat.” I kiss her slit and stand while I continue to work my fingers inside her, stretching her already tender pussy. I’ve brutalized, marked, and filled it, but I’ll never get enough.

I replace my fingers with my dick and say, “Take a deep breath because I’m going in.” She groans and flexes around me as I bottom out in her. With my chest pressed to her back, I let her get adjusted before I piston the fuck out of her hole. It’s hard to control the raging need to move.