Driving the Mob (Steamy Standalone Instalove)

It’s craziness, impossible craziness, and I remind myself to try and stay levelheaded as I back the car out and drive toward the exit.

Chapter Six

Murphy

I ride the elevator up to my penthouse, my body pulsing as my manhood stiffens. I’ve never felt tension like this before, my cock so hard it’s like my seed is going to erupt out of my engorged helm at any second.

I almost told her right then how I feel, who she belongs to, what I need from her.

I was this close to growling that she’s mine and she always will be, that her curvy body was made for my hands and my lips and most importantly my cock.

She was made for me to fuck ruthlessly, gripping onto her tempting childbearing hips and ramming into her over and over as she gasps for relief, as she cries out in pleasure, rivers of her thick creamy come squirting down my throbbing dick.

Fuck, I need to calm down.

But I can’t stop thinking about her on her back, her shirt pulled open to reveal the curvaceous luxuriousness of her breasts, my hands buried in her rose-red flesh as I drive into her deeper and harder. I can hear the moaning noises she would make, singing in the air, an amplification of the little sighs she made during the drive over.

I was sure I could scent her womb in the car, crying out for me, begging for my seed to shoot inside of her so she can start our family.

The elevator door opens, revealing my large open-plan apartment, my floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city.

Usually, I’d head straight to the gym and work my body into an exhausted stupor, grinding my muscles until I’m tired enough to try and sleep.

But this evening I find myself walking across the marble floor – past the modern art on the walls with my footsteps echoing around me in the high ceiling – and to my bedroom. I walk over to my silk-sheeted bed, my heart hammering in my chest, a small voice inside of me roaring that this is wrong.

I can’t stop myself, even as the voice gets louder, more persistent. It’s the voice of the boy I was when I first met Henry. When I was a nervous little kid and he became my best friend.

He was the bigger one when we were kids. I didn’t sprout in height until I was a man. For those first early years, it was Henry who came to my defense when bullies decided to act tough. When they decided to pick on me because I was smaller and weaker and hadn’t learned to fight yet.

Loyalty means everything in my life. It can mean the difference between life and death. I’ve never forgotten how Henry looked out for me, even after I started training in martial arts and grew to be twice his size.

And yet here I am, sitting on my bed with images of his daughter flurrying around my mind, unable to stop them from surging up and taking possession of my fantasies, roaring at me to claim her, to claim her right now.

I could call her back and invent some work-related issues to get her up here, and then, once the door shut, I’d shove her up against the wall and drive my groin against her ass.

Fuck.

I lie back without giving myself a chance to think, reaching down and taking out my massive throbbing dick. I yank my pants down, shoving them under my throbbing balls, and lift my shirt so my thick throbbing length lies against my abs.

I close my eyes and hold the image of Molly in my mind, pushed forcefully up against the wall as I command her to stick her ass out, to moan for me as I grind my cock against her ass cheeks.

“I want it,” I imagine her moaning, shifting against me. “Fuck me, Murphy. Fuck me like you own me. Fuck me like you want to make me pregnant. Fuck me as hard as you want. Fucking dominate my pussy.”

I slide my hand up and down my length, stroking precome from my pulsing tip down to my base, tugging faster and faster each moment as my fantasy of Molly spirals into a different scene.

Now she’s naked on the edge of my bed, bent over with her ass poking over the edge, her hot pink slit framed by her round tempting ass cheeks.

I imagine her ass cheeks glistening with oil or sweat or water, whatever—just glistening, highlighting how round and full they are. I imagine the scent of her wet hole filling the air, and the way it’d wink at me in the light, screaming at me to claim her.

I walk to the edge of the bed and drive inside of her, fucking her like the savage I am.