He’s feral now as he nears climax. “Your tight, wet pussy drives me fucking crazy,” he moans into my mouth as he grabs my throat, pulls me back, and kisses me. I’m groaning, whimpering, taking every inch of his massive cock. “You grip me like heaven and I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, waiting this long to taste you. Now that I have you, I won’t ever let you go, princess. I don’t care how much you think you hate me. I don’t care if you despise everything I am. I will fuck you, I will have you, and I will keep you.”
He rips into me and I feel him tense and tense, and my core clenches tighter and tighter, until we finally release together. He thrusts again and again as he spills himself inside of me, spurting and draining himself of every drop between my legs, and I come in a blinding explosion of glorious pleasure, my entire world sucked down to these tiny instants. He throbs between my legs until we finally collapse onto the mat together, his arms wrapped around my body. He breathes like a hibernating bear and I stay tight against him, his cock still inside of me, still between my legs.
I shift to move but he holds me still. “Let me stay inside of you,” he whispers, smoothing my hair and kissing my wet cheeks. “I want to stay like this for a while. Let me stay.”
I bite my lip and arch my back and let him hold me, his cock buried between my legs, still half-hard and pulsing. I’m spent, utterly spent, and I close my eyes and let sleep take me.
Chapter 15
Fynn
The taste of my princess is still on my tongue the next morning.
We slept on the mat together for a few hours. Even though it was uncomfortable, and my legs began to ache after a little while, I couldn’t bring myself to move. When we woke, she fled like she was terrified to find my cock still between her legs. I could’ve fucked her again, then and there, but she escaped me.
What the hell am I doing?
At first, it was fun. Teasing her, fucking with her. She hates me so goddamn much and I couldn’t help but push her buttons and make her so damn mad.
But now?
It’s something more than that.
I dream about her lips. I dream about my hands on her body, those luscious fucking curves, that taut little ass, that dripping cunt. I wake in the morning hard like a teenage boy, all because of her, wishing she was there in my bed to satisfy my every wicked urge.
And it’s a nightmare.
The city is a shark-infested cesspit right now. Everywhere the Bruno Famiglia looks, there’s a new enemy cropping up and aligning themselves with all those that want to tear us down, led by that clever bastard Cillian. It’s the worst possible time for me to obsess about a woman, and yet I can’t help myself.
I’m broken. I’m shattered and the weakest I’ve ever felt. And yet being around Mirella is like waking up from my coma all over again. She brings me new life, breathes fresh air into my lungs.
I’ve never experienced this level of need for another human in my life, and it’s almost too terrifying to accept. And yet I don’t think I have much of a choice.
She can barely look me in the eye during our session. She’s fidgety and laughing too much and her smiles are forced, and I can tell she’s thinking about how we fell asleep with my cock still inside of her. We crossed so many lines that we can never uncross, and no matter how hard she tries to pretend like it didn’t happen, we’re both thinking about it.
I manage to last ten minutes of her anxious, high-strung obsession without mentioning anything before I finally explode.
“We’re leaving the fucking house.”
She stares at me in surprise. We’re in the middle of leg lifts while she keeps on making awkward small talk, probably to try to distract herself from how badly she wants to ride my cock right now.
“Excuse me? Leave the house?”
“I’m sick of being cooped up.” I climb to my feet and find it easier than it’s been in a while, which is a pleasant surprise, and suddenly this plan doesn’t seem so stupid. “There’s a park not far from here. We’ll go finish in the shade of the big palm trees.”
“I’m sorry, are you crazy? We have a big state-of-the-art gym right here that also happens to be air-conditioned.”
I stare down at her and offer my hand. She looks at it incredulously.
“Come on, princess. You really gonna make me go all alone?”
She sighs, takes my hand, and lets me help her up. “I just want to say for the record that I think this is a bad idea.”