Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season 7)

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, loving the feel of his firm, warm skin. His body was ripped and powerful.

“Put your heels on the counter. Hold open your knees,” he said.

She knew what was coming. Klaus loved eating her pussy. He was a beast, filthy and insatiable. And all hers.

He bent down, spreading her lips as he speared her with two fingers. She was already soaked. He played with her, teasing and testing before covering her pussy with his mouth. His tongue went to work, eager and lively, making her squirm on the counter.

“Klaus…”

He was bringing her too high, too fast. It was driving her wild. In response, he slowed down, lapped at her folds with a flattened tongue, tasting and licking as he watched for her reactions.

“We’re in the kitchen. I should have some fun with you tonight.”

She didn’t know what that entailed exactly, so she kept quiet.

“Stay put. Hold those fucking legs open, baby.”

She heard him rummaging around the cupboard and fridge, then he was washing something in the island sink.

He smirked as he approached her again. “Yummy.” First, he drizzled chocolate fudge sauce on her clit.

Klaus went down on her again, engorging himself on the chocolate and her ripe cunt. She was so close to coming, her body twitching, her heart racing.

“Finish it,” she cried. “Make me come!”

He stood up, his chest heaving, his lips swollen. “Not yet, my sweet. Tonight, I’m claiming more of you.”

What was he talking about?

“I’ve given you everything,” she said. He held up something he’d freshly peeled. It was in the shape of a crude phallus. “What is that? A potato?”

Klaus shook his head. “Ginger root. For generations, it’s been used to help prepare a woman.”

“For what?”

“A cock in her ass.” He winked.

She began to worry, her nerves flaring. At the same time, she was erotically curious, her base desires bubbling to the surface.

He had lube and poured a gallop on his two fingers before forcing them into her virgin asshole. It was tight and burned, but she gritted her teeth and took it. She knew one day he’d ask for this. And she was ready.

“Fucking tight.” He grabbed the ginger he’d carved, wiggling it into her ass. She held her breath, falling back onto her elbows as he wedged the narrow root inside her body. “Don’t clench down on this or it’ll burn. Try to relax and let it do its job.”

He scooped her off the counter and into his arms, immediately kissing her again.

“You have no idea how badly I want you, Bella. I want to be balls deep inside of you. My dick is rock hard.”

She loved how hard he got. The man was a sex machine.

He set her down on her feet by the side of the sofa, pushing her back down so she was leaning over the cushions. He flipped her skirt up, exposing her ass and the phallus protruding from it. It didn’t hurt anymore, but she’d rather have his cock than this foreign thing in her ass.

“Such a pretty sight.” He carefully pulled the ginger from her, casting it aside. Then the cold squirt of lube again. “And all mine.”

The thick head of his erection prodded her nether hole. She tensed up, so he slapped her ass in warning. She was breathing so heavily, she swore she’d pass out. But he went nice and slow, breaching her ass with his cock and pushing in slightly. Inch by slow inch, he filled her ass fully. The groans and feral noises he made turned her on.

“Tell me how it feels to have my dick deep in your ass.”

“Full. Weird.”

“Soon, you’ll be begging for this. Give it time, sweetheart.” Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in. It was such an odd feeling, not painful but completely new. Titillating.

He kissed her back, reaching around to circle her clit with his fingers. She closed her eyes and savored all the sensations bombarding her. He fucked her ass, the rhythm increasing. The combined stimulation to her clit and ass began to overwhelm her, and she knew this orgasm would be intense. It built and built, pleasure scattering like lightning bolts. She was so close.

“You look so fucking perfect, baby. I love this beautiful ass.” He slapped her ass again before grabbing her hips with both hands.

“Klaus, oh, God. Klaus…”

She came hard, her ass spasming around his erection. Isabella gasped over and over, completely overtaken by the intensity of her orgasm. When Klaus came inside her ass, she felt him throb, filling her with cum. He leaned over her back, filling her to the brink.

He kissed her neck, then whispered in her ear. “My naughty little bride. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Chapter Seven

Klaus checked the time as he waited for his wife to join him. They were due at her father’s home in forty minutes. He didn’t want to go and would much rather be at home, screwing his beautiful wife. Instead, he was keeping up appearances.