Taking the Thief

“Give me your big cock, Julian. I want to feel you inside me,” I blurt out, feeling his fingers push into my pussy. I clench around them, rocking my hips. He pulls them out, running them up to my ass, and then I feel his finger enter my untouched ass.

“Soon my cock is going to claim all of you.”

“Please, give me anything. I’m so close,” I beg. He pops his finger out of my ass, then I hear his belt and then his zipper. The next thing I know his tip kisses my clit, then he thrusts it all the way into my pussy. My cry of satisfaction is muffled by the bedding. I grab onto the comforter as Julian fucks me in long, deep strokes. His balls smack my pussy as he claims my womb over and over.

Julian covers my body with his; the added weight making this so much more intimate. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I whimper as my orgasm simmers.

“That you are. I’m not letting anyone take you away from me. Ever. I’m going to breed you, so you’re mine forever. Come for me, Natasha. Come.” I do as he commands, crying out, coming hard. He tilts my head and kisses me fiercely as he pumps jets of his seed into me. My greedy pussy swallows it up, eager to carry his baby. He grunts, then whispers, “Te amo, mi ladrona.”

He pulls out of me but runs his fingers over my slit stopping our cum from dripping out. “I want you pregnant now,” he states. He bends down and says, “Lift your left leg.” I do it and feel my panties around my ankle. “Now the right.” I comply, allowing him to slide them up catching all his release. “Good now, don’t rinse off. I want my territory marked.” I walk my hands down the bed then stand, loving the way he owned my pussy. Damn, I don’t know how I’m going to walk.

I manage to make it to the bathroom as he straightens his suit. Locking the door, I pee, and I don’t even care that he’s standing outside the door, waiting. He done banged up my bladder with his big dick.

He comes in as I wash my hands to wash his. “Don’t want your brother to get too pissed off tonight. I do have to play nice.”

“I don’t see that happening, but Marisol and I will be the buffer.”

“Come on before he starts beating down the door.” We walk out of the bedroom, and they’re not in the room. Did they go back to their suite? “Maybe they went to give us some more privacy,” Julian suggests.

I grab my purse, and we step out into the hall. Then their door opens, and Mikhail walks out with a shit eating grin. I have a feeling he wanted to do more than give us privacy, but I’m not mentioning that to Julian. A few seconds later, Marisol comes out, wearing a little black dress that’s even tighter than the other one.

“He ruined the other one,” she whispers, giggling as we lock arm in arm.

Chapter 12

Julian

I’m not even thinking about what they were doing in their suite. We let the ladies walk in front of us because their dresses are way too damn short. “Are your police lenient here?”

“Why? Planning to kill a motherfucker?”

“I might,” he grumbles.

“Yes, they work for me. I’m with you though.”

“Good.” We both laugh even though we’re serious as fuck.

The ride down we both grab our women’s hands holding them close. When the doors open, we’re in for a sight. In the middle of the lobby is Mr. and Mrs. O’Connell who’s holding her back with a hand on her growing waist. On the floor is my fucking assistant, Carina looking scared.

“Bitch, I will drop your barely alive body into the ocean if you ever think to put your hands on my man again.” O’Connell pulls her behind him.

“My wife won’t have to because I don’t let anyone come between us.”

I walk up to the scene, leaving Natasha safely with her brother. “What the hell is going on in here.”

“Our night was ruined by this bitch,” Mrs. O’Connell bites out.

“Mrs. O’Connell, please calm yourself. It’s not good for you,” I say, giving Rick a look and waiting for him to explain.

“I was waiting for Sam at the bar while the kids stayed with the sitter you sent us. And she came up to me, trying to get my attention. The last straw was when she grabbed my um…”

“She grabbed his cock. That shit is mine, and she’s lucky to fucking have a hand left.”

Marisol comes strolling past me. “You’re fucking fired, bitch. Get the hell out of my family hotel, you money grubbing whore. You’ve disgraced this hotel and yourself.” She looks to me, but this is Marisol’s property as well, and if she hadn’t done it I would have canned her ass.