The Gangster's Girlfriend - Page 12

The drive to his home seemed to take far too long, and her nerves were nearly shot by the time they got there. He had her suitcase and her out of the car in about a minute flat. Unlocking the door he pulled her inside after him. She was in his arms and pressed against the door. His body was melded with hers, and her arms went around his neck, trying to get closer. His hard cock pressed against her and her pussy gushed to prepare for him. A hand moved between them and she heard his zipper, and the sound caused her pussy to clench in anticipation.

“I need to be inside you, sweetheart. Are you ready for me?” Declan’s hand moved under her skirt, and his fingers found her wet and more than ready. He hissed her name with satisfaction. Tearing her panties from her body, he pushed her skirt up to her hips. His hands moved under her ass and lifted her up, arranging her legs over his hips. Miranda held on tight, open and aching for his possession.

Declan entered her in one stroke, not stopping until they were skin to heated skin. He was so hard, so thick, it felt like there wasn’t an inch of her pussy that he didn’t touch. He moved, pulling out slowly, just a few inches, and she wanted to scream. Every single second, every minute, every hour by long hour, her body had existed just for this moment, for him to be inside her again. He was back and she could breathe again. He pulled out again, and she begged him not leave her body. His thrust back into her was so powerful the heavy oak door shook. An orgasm hit her then and her body quaked from her pussy out; deep, throbbing shudders overtook her. It was as if her orgasm allowed him to slip the reins of control and he was frantic with need, his thrusts wild. Another orgasm was building, and crashed over her and took her under. She was drowning in him, and his shout in her ear that signaled his release seemed far away.

As she came back into herself, she reveled in everything her body was feeling, from his limp but still thick cock inside her to his hot and shallow breath at her throat. Even the feel of the hard door at her back was a feeling she cherished, because it was his body that held her against it. She would have been content to spend the whole night just this way, but he shifted up and began to kiss her jaw.

“I swear to god, I can last longer than sixty seconds. When you stop coming apart in my arms, the moment I put my cock in you, I will prove it to you. You are such a hungry witch.” His breath was hot against her ear.

Miranda smiled as she ran her hands through his hair. “Your cock is magic, and my pussy weeps for joy at just being near it and sobs when your cock finds its place, at home inside me.”

“You’re a witch, a sweet and greedy witch, and I can’t get enough of you.” As his cock slipped from her body, she moaned her displeasure. Her arms tightened around his neck and brought his mouth down to her. His kiss was lazy even as it stoked her passion.

Declan pulled away and drew one leg and then another down from around him. Her legs were weak but kept her standing. He pulled her skirt down with a smile. Bending down he came back up with his trousers, that he didn’t bother to fasten, and her torn panties. He carried her panties to his nose and inhaled.

“Your perfume has stayed with me since I left you last night. I went to sleep hard and woke harder just thinking of it. Come upstairs, sweetheart, where I will show you that I can last for much longer than sixty seconds.”

Miranda laughed as she took his hand. “You might be able to last for longer than sixty seconds, but I know that I can’t when you have your cock inside me.”

Several hours later, she woke up her w

ith body aching all over. He had proven that he could last for much, much longer than sixty seconds. Her stomach growled and she rolled out of bed, searching for something to wear, but he had once again torn her blouse open and it wouldn’t stay together. Grabbing his undershirt, she put it on, and snuck out of the room to raid the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she was pleasantly surprised at the amount of choice, and her eyes roved over the selection. Shock hit her at her being grabbed from behind, until she was pulled up against Declan’s body and she sank back into him.

“Hungry, sweetheart? What a devil I am carrying you off to bed without regard to your comfort. For that I’m at your bidding. Sit down and tell me what you would like.” He nibbled along her neck. When she showed no signs of leaving his arms, instead pushing her bottom back against him, he walked her to the small kitchen table and pushed her gently down.

“What would you like to eat?”

“Something light, nothing too heavy,” she answered in a slight stupor as she watched him walk away. Resting her head on her hands on the table, she watched him, enjoying just the sight of him.

His movements were easy and economical. He knew his way around the kitchen, and actually seemed to enjoy being in it. In no time at all, he set down in front of her a plate of chicken salad on a croissant, with strawberries and raspberries on the side. She blushed as she remembered what he had said about her breasts, and he laughed.

“What can I say, darlin’? They are my favorite fruit.” He set his own matching plate down across from her and tucked into the sandwich. “Eat, sweetheart.”

They ate slowly, enjoying the silence. When they were done, he threw away the few remnants, rinsed off the plates, and set them in the sink. “Dolly takes her kitchen and routine seriously. The dishes in the dishwasher were put in when she left, and she’ll clean them out tomorrow. She’d much rather I left them in the sink than mess with her kitchen,” Declan explained as he walked her back to bed, picking up her suitcase on the way.

“Dolly is your housekeeper?”

“Housekeeper, but life keeper is more like it. She kept house for my da when my mother left and has been here ever since. She comes in a few hours each day. She gets me breakfast and lunch and leaves me dinner. In between that, she does laundry and sees to it her granddaughter Hannah cleans up after me.”

“Did you tell her I would be here for a while?”

“No, she’ll figure it out and get down on her knees thankful that her prayers were answered.”

Miranda smiled as she followed him into the bedroom, but paused as her inner muscles worked in anticipation of him inside her, and it caused a low and heavy aching sensation. It stopped her in her tracks. He turned as he noticed she was no longer beside him, and he studied her.

He drew her to him, loose but captured nonetheless in his arms. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” At her hesitation, he caught her chin and brought her up to meet his eyes. “Talk to me.”

“I ache, I can’t take you again.”

Declan’s eyes closed, and she stiffened, fearful it might mean he would send her home because she would be of no more use to him tonight. When he finally opened them, his eyes were full of sorrow.

“I’m such a bastard. That last time I knew I should leave you alone, but I couldn’t control myself. You’re in pain, and I promised you that I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Her hand went up to his cheek. “Hang on there, and stop beating yourself up. I was the one to start what happened the last time. You’ve said it yourself, I’m greedy for you. If you had tried to stop me, I’m pretty sure I would have attempted to climb on you and ride you. It has been over four years since the last time I had sex, so my body isn’t as used to it as I would like it to be. A day or so and then I will climb on you and ride you,” she whispered against his mouth with a teasing smile.

He laughed. “And here I was holding that position back, certain it would leave you too sore for much else. Come on, darlin’, I have a bath that will go a long way to help you feel better.”

Following him into the bathroom, she couldn’t hold back the small cry of delight at the large jetted bathtub. He turned it on, and she watched him set the temperature as the bath began to quickly fill. Once it was half full, he put the jets in motion and stepped back to her. He undid the shirt she wore slowly, and she heard his breath catch, as he saw she wore nothing beneath it. He pushed it from her shoulders and kissed her lips softly.

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