Fergus - An Irish Mafia Shifter (Boston Bear Brothers 1)

“Fuck it like you’re riding my cock, Eimear. I want to see that beautiful body of yours bouncing up and down the length of it until you explode. I want you to fuck it until you can’t take anymore and then, when you’re so sore you can hardly move, I’m going to take you to the bedroom and I’m going to fuck you some more.”

Eimear smiled and moved upward along the vibrator. The one in her ass didn’t come unseated, so she assumed it was a butt plug rather than suctioned down or strapped down like the one in her pussy. She began to ride it for him, letting him watch her fuck herself as he’d said he wanted to see.

“Take off your blindfold and look at me,” he told her.

Eimear reached up and pulled it free, letting it fall to the floor and never taking her eyes off of him. She rode the still vibrating toy hard and fast, letting it hit her G spot until she was shaking with wave after wave of cum that just poured down her thighs.

“Fuck that’s beautiful,” he told her, standing to show her just how hard the cock he’d been stroking in his hands was for her. “You ready for me now?”

“I am,” she panted.

Fergus walked around the desk and pulled her upward off what she could now see was a large hot-pink toy. He scooped her up and carried her off to the bedroom, the butt plug and nipple clamps still in place. He lay her on the edge of the bed and pulled her legs up over his shoulders, slamming his cock into her and power fucking her until she was screaming and begging for him to come.

His stamina was always amazing, never finishing before she was satisfied and always leaving her sore enough that she could do nothing but remember what he’d done to her the next day. It often led to little pangs of desire to have him back inside her. No matter what he wanted to try, no matter how rough they got with one another, she couldn’t get enough of it.

Fergus slammed into her one last time, letting his cock sink deep inside her as he shot another hot stream into her center. Reaching forward, he pulled the nipple clamps off her tits and rolled to one side to prop up on an elbow, smiling down at her.

“Didn’t you forget something?” she asked.

He smiled and shook his head. “Nope. Let’s just leave that in for a while longer. I’m not done with you yet,” he told her, leaning in to lick his tongue around one of her nipples, both of which were now tender from the clips.

The pain was delightful.CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEFergus

It felt like it was taking forever to get to the cabin, even with Eimear by his side. She was great company, but he was anxious. So much had happened and so much was still to come. It wasn’t often that he second-guessed himself. He was one of the strongest bears in the clan, even among his brothers, and the regular mafia they did business with was nothing compared to his organization. Still, he wanted to make changes in the way some of the business was run.

His father had come to this country in a weakened state. He had been broken by the death of their mother and injured by the rival clan that had run them out of Ireland. He’d made a choice to save his family rather than fight for his dignity and it weighed heavily on him. Still, he’d taught his sons the old ways and helped them build a new empire in a new place. His strength is what had held them together, and now it was Fergus’s time to step into some mighty big shoes and take over where he had left off.

“You want a burger?” he asked as they approached the last diner there would be for miles.

“Sounds good,” Eimear replied, engrossed in something on her phone for a moment.

Fergus pulled off the highway and into the parking lot, turning off the car. Eimear looked up and laughed.

“This place again?” she said. “Do you know I thought about climbing out the bathroom window the last time we were here?”

“I figured you did, but I was glad you didn’t. It wouldn’t have been very pleasant.”

“Why is that?”

“They had a problem when they first opened, because they are out here on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Local teens got a kick out of breaking into the back windows where they couldn’t be seen and stealing food, causing mayhem. He tried to put in cameras, but they just wore hoods and wrecked those with spray paint. So, he decided on a different solution. Beneath all those back windows, hidden in the grass, is a shit ton of razor wire.”