Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I wanted to leave my mark. I spanked it again, harder, and again. I growled with delight when she moaned the last time, and I made her take my cock down to the hilt. I filled her, pulled her apart, made her stay like that. I felt her shiver and convulse.
“Look at you,” I whispered as she began to move back and forth again, using her legs and arms as leverage. “Riding the cock of a killer. And loving it so much. When did you get so filthy, Aida? When did I corrupt you?”
“I always was,” she moaned. “Oh, god, I think I always was.”
“You were waiting for a man like me then,” I said. I spanked her ass hard and she gasped with delight. “You were waiting for a man that could control you, own you, dominate you. Give you the pleasure and the pain you need.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Spank me again.”
I hit her hard, flat on her ass. She laughed and groaned with pleasure. “Fuck, Dante,” she whispered. “You feel so good. I could take your cock all day. I just… I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“I do.” I leaned over her, cock buried inside, and pulled her back against me. I let my hands explore her flat, tight stomach, her round breasts, her hard pink nipples. I tweaked them with my fingers as I kissed her neck. She turned and found my lips, kissing me with pure and utter desire.
“You’re just becoming yourself,” I whispered in her ear. “This dirty girl has always been inside of you, waiting to come out. You were born to ride the cock of a killer, girl. You were born to take me deep between your beautiful legs.”
“Dante,” she whispered, wiggling her hips, then moved down again without me telling her to. She began to work her hips faster, then started pushing back against me.
She rode me like that with wild abandon. I let her do her thing, holding on to her hair as she slapped forward and back, panting and moaning the whole time. I let out growls of delight and enjoyed the show of her body, her muscles tensing and working, the form of her skin driving me wild with need.
I couldn’t take it for long. I pushed her down after one hard stroke then fucked her hard. I took over, unleashing the animal rage that had been growing inside of me. I unleashed it all on her tight pussy, fucking her without mercy, grabbing her hair and wrist to pull her against me. She screamed my name in pure lust and threw her head back hard as her pussy clenched down. I felt the desire, the need building between us, and finally sweat began to tickle down my own back.
I knew I was close, didn’t care. I kept going, kept pushing into her, kept pushing her body to new levels. I growled her name once, twice, and reached around to rub her clit. She gasped and shivered, her body tensed again, as I filled her up to the brim. She was close to overflowing, and I growled my pleasure and consent. “Come for me,” I whispered. “Come for your killer. Come on my thick cock. Come and make me your man.”
She moaned my name as she came. Her pussy clenched tight along my shaft with every stroke and her body shook as she lost all control. She turned into a mess of begging, moaning, panting, sweating. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen in my life, and I couldn’t stop myself as I came deep inside her tight cunt. We climaxed together, my seed filling her deep, her pussy tight around my thick shaft.
When we finished, I collapsed into bed. She rolled into my arms and I held her tight against my chest. She sighed and nuzzled tight, her cheek against my chest, her breasts warm and soft against my side.
“I should still hate you,” she said with a smile.
“Maybe you should,” I said. “Use some of that hate the next time I fuck you.”
She looked up at me and I grinned then kissed her. She laughed and put her head back down.
I felt good. Fucking good. I’d survived and hit my enemies hard. Don Leone was angry, but fuck it. I did a good thing today, even if I’d taken it too far.
And I had my Aida. That was all I needed in the end. I had my girl, my gun, and my family.
I was going to be okay.
25
Aida
I fell asleep in his arms, drenched in sweat, a sweet ache between my legs.
When I was on all fours on the bed, his cock sliding down into my throat, or when I turned around and rode him, pleasure wracking my body, my muscles tired and aching from the work, I realized something about myself.