Having Faith (Maclean Mafia Men 2)

Chapter Twelve

He cupped her face. “Let me take care of you. The last thing I want is for you to get hurt or be in the same room as your father.”

She sighed and nodded.

“Good girl.” He bent and pressed his lips against hers while he let his hand roam over her body. The shower had helped get her used to him, so she wasn’t fighting him now.

His mouth slipped down to her neck, where he suckled and nipped at her, making her moan. Then he moved to her breasts and spent a few minutes making them red, hard, and achy.

“Graham,” she cried out.

“I know, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

One of her hands gripped the blanket, and the other dug her nails into his shoulder, making him hiss.

He slid his hand over her stomach and down her legs, bypassing her needy cunt. He wanted her to be so out of control she would beg to have him fuck her.

When she started thrashing, he used his hand to separate her legs. She stiffened when he slipped his finger through her pussy lips and froze at the opening of her cunt.

“Easy. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“I … I need…”

“I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you. Now spread your legs for me.” He exhaled when she did. “Good girl. Now, let’s see how tight you are.”

He slowly pushed his finger into her and didn’t stop until he couldn’t go any farther. Damn, her cream was dripping out of her, telling him she was enjoying everything he was doing to her. He pumped into her a few times before adding a finger and then a third.

“Graham.”

“I know. I just want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

She was trying to pull him up her body. “I am,” she cried.

Fuck, he wanted a taste of her cunt, but his need was so high he knew he’d orgasm quickly.

He maneuvered his hips in between her legs and cradled her head in one of his hands while he used his other to line up his cock to her cunt and start to push in. He used that same hand to play with her clit when he hit her cherry. While he hated that he would hurt her, there was no other way.

“Hold on to me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Good girl.” He dove right through the barrier and sank in as far as he could go because he didn’t want to give her time to stress.

She screamed and hit his shoulders. “Stop. Graham, it hurts.”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. That’s the only time you’ll feel pain, and it couldn’t be helped. You know that. Relax for me.”

The tears still fell, but she wasn’t trying to push him away anymore. “Just give it a minute. The pain will fade.”

He gritted his teeth to fight the urge to pound into her tight cunt. God, this was the best feeling he’d ever had, and he wanted to fuck her until she knew without a doubt who she belonged to. Instead, he kissed her softly after he wiped her tears away. “How are you doing?”

“I think I’m okay now.”

“Good. Tell me if you feel any pain.”

She nodded.

He started to pump into her, gliding through her wet, sensitive sheath. He wouldn’t last too much longer, so he started manipulating her clit again and instantly felt her pulse tighten around his cock. “Come for me,” he said with a growl.

“I can’t.”

“I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk to get you to come.”

Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Graham,” she cried out.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. Keep coming.”

When she relaxed under him, and he could hear her fast breathing, he pounded into her. It only took a few seconds before he was thrown over. He vaguely heard his deep guttural moan. He relaxed on her to give him time to catch his breath, making sure to brace his weight on his elbows, surprised when he realized how shaky he was.

Graham gained enough strength to pull out of her and tip them to the side, holding her tightly against this chest.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?”