Caged: A Dark Mafia Romance

Moving lower down my body, he cupped my hot-skinned mound in his hands, clearly pleased to find me wet with my legs spread wide. I was always ready for him. I would never have denied him. Never turn him away. I would never truly say no.

Breaking his rule, I reached for him. He was thick and hard, the massive girth of his cock swollen and leaking. Just for me.

“Let me suck on you,” I pleaded. “I want to taste you.”

Eddie granted me my wish and straddled my neck so his cock rested in front of my face. Moving fast, I sucked him deeply into my mouth, running my tongue along the tip, luxuriating in the heady taste of him. I wanted more.

I raked my nails down his chest and pulled him into my throat until he bottomed out, delightfully gagging me with his size. Still, I tried to take more, until I gagged again, and my mouth salivated. My lips spread wide; he was too big. I’d never get enough of him. His smell and taste were drugs working on my system. The heat of his body, the comfort of his solidity, a balm to an existence that had become fraught, rocky, and confusing.

Eddie stood at the center of my universe, rigid and impregnable. Constant. Reliable.

“Come for me, Eddie,” I mumbled around his hard flesh, anxious for the flavor of his release. He groaned when I palmed his sack, squeezing gently. “Give me your cum. I need to taste you.”

He thrust against my throat, his hips working, pushing deeper.

“I need you.” I tried to say it, but it came out muffled. He didn’t care, and neither did I.

His fingers dug into my scalp as he pulled my face tighter against his groin, and speech was impossible, so I just hummed around him.

The pre-cum of his desire coated my tongue, thick, heavy, and sweet. I moaned as the serum’s aphrodisiac worked through my body, setting my nerves tingling. I swallowed him down, sucking until he would have no choice but to release fully into the back of my throat, but he resisted.

“No, I want to fill your pussy with my seed.”

Frantically, he lowered himself down and reached for his cock to guide the brutal length of him between my thighs, pressing past my slick folds, claiming me once again. He raised his hips and slammed back down, pounding into me with everything he had.

One of his hands closed over my breast, fingers strumming my nipple. I groaned as I arched my back, silently begging for more. I wanted him even closer. I wanted to feel his possession so deep that I would truly feel as if we blended as one. I couldn’t get enough of him. It was as if my body was starved and it was Eddie who gave me life.

“Deeper,” I moaned.

He groaned out a wordless answer, deep in his throat and my stomach coiled tight at the rasping sound. Flipping us over, he lay on his back and had me straddle him, riding his cock. I bobbed up and down as his eyes watched my tits bounce. I liked having the power to give him pleasure. I could see it in his black eyes. I could feel it coming from his flesh. I pleased him and that very knowledge brought on a wave of euphoria as a tidal wave came crashing down.

I arched my back as his cock drove deep inside and I screamed out his name. Over and over again. Eddie. Yes. Eddie.

He grabbed me with a rough hand to the neck, pulling my face down. He sucked at my tongue, swallowing my orgasmic groans. I bit his lip, tasting his blood, and bucked my hips, milking the last wave of my release.

I reared up, gasping, reveling in the big cock that slammed deep inside of me with every thrust of his hips. Eddie looked wild, the thick muscles of his abdomen and chest rippling, his hair curling around his ears. I had never seen a more beautiful man. My man.

I dug my fingers into his chest and he groaned again. My thighs burned. I didn’t care. None of it mattered. All that mattered was giving Eddie the pleasure I so desperately wanted to give him.

I leaned back, resting my hands on his corded, muscled thighs so I could get a better angle. His eyes burned into me, dark and probing, hard and hot, as if he saw into my soul. Every time he looked at me, I felt our bond grow stronger and stronger.

The orgasm coiled tight within me again, drawing close.

“Eddie,” I cried.

He nodded. “Yes, fucking milk my cock.”

He slipped a hand down to stroke my clit, and I allowed him to throw me over the edge as he thrust his final release into me with a deep growl. I screamed as a flood of sensation knocked the wind out of me. Wave after wave of heat coursed through my veins as Eddie pumped his seed inside of me.