Page 20 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

His erection is the only thing I see.

Our eyes meet, and I snap, “I’m not saying the word.”

Even if I wanted to put as much distance between us as possible, I would never give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud. The word belongs to him, not me. I’m doing this on my terms or not at all.

He drops his shorts, springing his cock free, and my eyes flare.

It’s… huge. I don’t even know if it will fit inside me, but I’m not backing out now.

He spreads my legs wide and crouches between them, rubbing the head in the slick between my legs. “We take this as slowly as you want, sweetheart. Your pace. Your comfort. You want to stop, we’ll stop.”

“Option B,” I remind him.

He leans over me, supporting his upper body weight on his elbows. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want me to do.”

He nudges his shaft inside my entrance, and the slow burn reignites the orgasm that hasn’t fully abandoned me yet.

I grip his shoulders and hold his gaze. “More.”

For a moment, I think he’s going to ask me if I’m sure, but then he slides in deeper, and my walls tighten around him.

The burn is beautiful. I spread my legs wider, and pull my knees towards my chest, the toes of my Docs bumping against his hips. “Deeper.”

He presses down on my abdomen with one hand and pushes deeper still, so deep my breath hitches in my chest. “How does that feel?”

“Full.” I swear I can feel the head of his shaft touching the bottom of my spine, but I’m not full enough. “I want more, and if you ask me if I’m sure, I’m getting up and walking out of here.”

“Not a fucking chance in hell of that happening, baby. I’m all yours.”

He thrusts his hips forward, and I feel the burn the entire length of my spine. I cling to him, panting through the stretch as he pushes through the final wall, my pussy spasming around him while he seats himself inside me.

“Fuck me,” I whisper. “Fuck me until I forget my name.”

“A promise is a promise.”

He grips my wrists, moves my arms behind my head, and kisses me slow and deep as he starts moving inside me. I feel the gentle scrape of his shaft against my walls and raise my hips above the floor to accommodate him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Want more?” he murmurs between kisses.

“I want it all.”

He dips his head and sucks on my pierced nipple, and I arch my spine, pressing my breasts into his face. He sucks and chews and draws blood to the surface around my nipple, branding me with his kisses, and the more he gives, the more I want.

“Kiss me.”

His mouth comes back to me, smothering mine until I can’t breathe, his shaft pounding into me, harder and deeper, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks.

This is what I’ve been missing.

This…or is it him?

It’s impossible to tell, but all I know is that my body meets his every thrust with one of my own. Each time I believe he can’t go any deeper, he pushes a little bit more, and I close around him, sucking him in, keeping him close.

Mine.