Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Fuck…she feels like heaven.
She cries out in pain, but I can’t stop. I’m too far gone. Consumed with need for her, my mind is clouded, and my body simply works on its own. I pull out of her tight channel, then thrust back with equal force, making her cry louder.
As she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, I peer down at her, watching her eyes squeeze shut. I catch a tear rolling down the side of her face with a kiss while I keep thrusting into her. Her salty tears coat my lips, and I drag them along her jawline before finding the sensitive spot on her neck. She smells like strawberries and me—and I want to savor and devour her all at once. I kiss her neck, moving down to her shoulder while pounding her. She cries out with each hard thrust. I worry I might be hurting her, but her cries slowly turn into a low whimper with every stroke.
Her small hands rest on my shoulders, and her fingernails dig into my flesh, scratching my skin. The sensations consume me, but I barely feel any of it. All I feel is her hot, tight pussy strangling my dick.
Mine.
She is all mine, and soon, everybody will fucking know it—when she bears my name, when her belly’s ripe with my children.
The thoughts urge me forward, and I keep pounding until her cries of pain turn to cries of pleasure. I can feel her pussy gripping my cock, pulsing around me, but it’s still not enough.
I can’t get enough of her. I need more.
I need her deeper, harder, faster.
I pull out and get on my knees, pulling her with me. I flip her over and prop her on all fours.
Not wasting any time, I enter her again. I grip her hips and pull her toward me every time I thrust, burying myself as deep as I can. I know she’s saying my name, but I can’t tell if she’s begging for more or begging me to stop. I hope it’s not the latter, because I couldn't stop if I wanted to.
Sweat runs down my skin, coating ever part of my body. All my muscles ache, but I still can’t stop. I can’t stop fucking her.
After pulling her body upright until her back meets my chest, I reach my arms around and take her perfectly-shaped tits into my hands—each filling my palms just right. I take her nipples between my fingers and squeeze harshly.
Her head falls back onto my shoulder, and a loud moan escapes her lips.
Releasing one of her tits so I can touch her elsewhere, my fingers travel between us where our bodies connect until they reach her swollen, wet nub. I groan upon contact of her slippery bundle of nerves. Even if it hurts at first, I know she wants this.
She fucking wants me—even being the monster I am.
Using two fingers, I rub her clit faster and harder while maintaining the same rhythm.
“You like this?” I’m so out of breath, I barely get the words out. “You like getting fucked hard? You like me owning your pussy? Owning your entire fucking body?”
As I reach the end of my sentence, I feel her come apart. Her swollen pussy squeezes my dick impossibly tight, sending me off into my own orgasm. My balls draw together as the tingles in my spine spread through my body.
The biggest load of my life shoots from my cock into her tight little hole, filling her with my warm seed.
Keira goes completely limp in my arms. Her breathing is labored, and her head bobs to the side. I want to keep us like this forever, but I can’t. I won’t be able to hold myself up much longer, let alone her. I lay her down, placing her head on the pillow, then take the space beside her, pulling her into my arms as soon as I hit the mattress.
I close my eyes and listen to her breathe, wondering if she is already asleep. I’m almost certain she might be until she starts talking.
“Damon, what happened after I left dinner? Are we safe? Are you okay?” Her voice is hoarse, and I’m sure if I could see her face it would be filled to the brim with every known emotion.
“Yes, we are safe. My brother is not going to try to hurt you anymore. I made a deal with him.” Her whole body goes stiff in my arms.
“A deal?” she whispers, as if it’s a secret.
I know I’m being an asshole, and I’ll most likely regret it tomorrow, but I just want her close right now. After all we’ve been through, I want her close. But more than anything, I want her to shut up and go to sleep because the voices inside my head, the demons, won’t go away until I close my eyes and inhale her sweet scent.