Page 73 of Nordic Mafia


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“For t...that.” She gasps again. “It must be so difficult carrying t...that around at all times.”

Cock. That’s what it’s called. Why won’t she say it?

Funny, little wife of mine. Acting all coy but its turning me on and I hurry to get to her slit. My eyes roll back in my head at the sight of it and I need that fucking oxygen mask again. I can barely breathe from having her thick legs wrapped around me, her soft belly cushioning me and that heat of hers...it stings with its sweet spiciness.

Taking her hand, I use it to clasp me around the base and she pants. And her grip is way too soft, her nails clean and short and polished and she drives me wild with her primness. I groan when she slowly rubs my bulge and I sneer when I realize she’s playing with it. Toying. Fuck, she does a good job of keeping up the act and her jaw drops when the tip turns shiny.

“Enough teasing,” I growl. “Take it. Now.”

I know I’m acting like a bastard but I can’t help it and when she slowly shakes her head in helplessness, I grab her hips and put her where I want her myself. She cries out in surprise, burying the sound against my shoulder. Hell, what’s this...She was ready, warm and welcoming which is why her reaction makes no sense.

“Tight as unicorn bait...if I didn’t know any better I’d think this is your first time.”

Looking up at me, her face turns distressed. “It is, John. It’s my first time.”

Can’t be...what the...fuck, what is going on here...

My face distorts from the confusion and Autumn lets out a cry, joining our lips together to pacify me and it works. I forget all about her inexperience and toss my head back and groan. She feels so damn good and her choked moans mix with the sound of the rustling leaves and the sound of the pond.

Her pussy’s blushing over my cock, eager and voracious and she pumps her hips against me, recklessly and innocently and she growls my name when she comes the first time. Her lush body shudders from the small tremors and she looks at me in surprise as if she can’t believe I’m the one responsible.

“Keep going...,” I snarl and her eyes flare, “you’re not done yet.”

“Please...,” she begs even if she doesn’t know what she’s pleading for and she picks up a quicker rhythm and gasps in shock when my head bobs. “John, please don’t faint!” she cries silently but I can’t guarantee anything and she clasps my face in her hands, her mouth turning wet and red and the moans she makes are killing me so fucking softly I can’t feel my muscles anymore.

Her legs are spread wide over my lap and I rip up the top of her dress, to get to her tits and I jealously snarl while kissing them. They’re mine and if anyone gets a peek, I’ll kill them. This is our mating.

And we kill whoever witnesses a mating.

Frowning and not knowing where that thought came from, I brush it off and focus on Autumn’s pleasure filled face. Her eyes are hooded, her cheeks bright red and that gaze of hers is glassy as if she sees everything in a haze. Sucking on her tongue, I groan. She’s a hot piece of fresh kitty and I slake all my pent-up lust on her, unable to hold back any longer and I shove at her with my hips.

She pants and tugs at my collar and begins licking my tattoos in a frenzy. “Such a big beast...,” she moans, “stretching me so much...” She blushes furiously as if she can’t believe that came out of her mouth and she lets out a sob from the embarrassment but I’m already busy growling from satisfaction.

Hearing her call me a big beast...

Kinder words have never been spoken.

And I look down at her glistening slit and she’s so tight she spasms like fireworks and when I flick her nerve filled cherry, she erupts like a fucking carnival girl.

Fisting my clothes, she shouts my name into my throat and I groan, quick to follow her and we chase each other to the edge and jump.

Panting, I take her face and give her a warm kiss. “You have no idea how much you’ve pleased me. Did I do the same?”

Her eyes sparkle and she kisses my chest, giving a little nod and my heart jumps in my chest.

I love this little candy striper.

I love her.

It pains me to think this, but I love her...even though she may not be my wife.

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Autumn’s embarrassed about what happened. She thinks someone might’ve seen her slaking her lust on the crazy patient. This must be tough on her. Being seen with me that is; the prim and proper little candy striper with the not so proper guy with amnesia.

She breathes and lowers her gaze whenever someone looks at us and hesitates once we’re outside the shrink’s office. The shrink thinks she could be a distraction but I insist on her being there, otherwise I won’t do it. She relaxes me immensely. Without her there’s mayhem and with her there’s haven. And to a man like me a harbor, a place where I can anchor myself means everything.

I’m aware of what I’ve done. I know I’ve anchored myself to Autumn without asking for her permission and I know it must be hard for her to navigate me when I’m like this. From what she’s told me, I wasn’t like this before. I was some kind of a smooth operator but now I’m an Autumn operator.

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