She grips me with her cunt so intensely as she comes, I might pass out from the blood trapped in my cock. I hang onto her curves, tensing every muscle I have in me to prevent her from tipping me over too. Not yet. One orgasm is not enough for my girl on her first time. Two, absolute minimum, especially as she still owes me one of her orgasms for earlier in the boutique.
She’s so sensitive to my every touch, alight with every stroke of my hands and every thrust. We’re attuned to each other.
Fuck, she feels amazing. My perfect fit. This sweet, cupcake making, suspicious woman is my whole life now. Her pussy has demonic magic, so hot and tight I think it’s eating me whole even as her orgasm ebbs away. Absolutely the best thing I’ve ever felt is her coming from my touch.
“You’re mine. I’m not letting you go now,” I tell her as she sags against my chest. “I’ll stalk you to the ends of the earth if you try to leave. Wherever you go, I’ll follow. Your dark shadow. I’m that addicted to you, and I’ll make you addicted to me too.”
She sounds like she already is, whimpering as her hair tickles my throat when she nods.
I’ve ruined her. She’s practically boneless now and fun as it is to have her on top of me, I need more. Or rather, the possessive monster in me needs to take control, and isn’t satisfied.
I want her on her back, beneath me, looking up as I cover her with my body and fill her. I’m still completely dressed, but for my cock poking obscenely from my trousers. When we’re married there will be so many opportunities for us to be skin-to-skin, intimate. For now, I just need her to come again so I can release into her.
I hold her to me as I shift and lay her down along the padded bench seat, her naked skin creamy and freckled against the black leather. The movement draws me out nearly all the way, just the tip of my cock still in her. I drive in, hard, and she gasps, rolling her hips up.
“That’s my good girl.”
She whines in what I can only assume is agreement. Smiling as I settle into a rhythm that keeps me right on the edge of coming, I take her in. Hair a mess, spread around her head. Naked body exposed and writhing with renewed pleasure. I’ll want this girl forever. There’s no way I can get enough of her soft body and strawberry scent.
Her tits are way too tempting, falling a little to the side and jiggling as I thrust into her again and again. I lean down and bite that soft plump flesh gently, then not-so-gently as I hear her gasp and her pussy clenches around me. I worship her breasts and she writhes, offering herself to my dirty fantasies.
So damn pretty. Holding myself on one elbow so I can kiss her mouth, I lift her thigh, opening her up so I can go deeper.
“I love you. I’m going to have you in every way you can imagine and many you can’t,” I say between dirty kisses that she returns with tongue and teeth going wild. “On your hands and knees, your arse in the air. With your ankles at my shoulders. Riding me from behind as I stroke your back or cup your tits. I can’t wait, cara. I’m going to defile you in the most delicious ways.”
She clutches at me as I pump into her, her hips meeting mine, slapping our flesh together almost violently. Her fingers can’t settle. They’re in my hair, nails digging into my scalp and dragging down my back. Even through my shirt I can feel her intent to take a chunk out of me for herself. And that’s fine by me. I’m hers.
And she is mine. I catch one of her hands, lacing our fingers together, and press it into the seat beside her head. Then the other. Having her pinned beneath me by my pistoning cock is primitive. Close and intimate despite my clothes. The sort of sex I dreamed of having with her.
I’m pounding her into the seat, out of control and animalistic. My head is full of possessive lust and the need to paint her with my seed. To come deep inside her so she’s pregnant with my child after this. To breed her.
It’s not just the unimaginable pleasure of her tight virgin pussy, although that’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s the feeling of owning my girl, of having her completely, and watching her pleasure. Her fingers grip the back of my hands where I’m pressing her down. And after weeks of being apart from her, the creature in my chest that wanted to drag her to its lair is purring. I’m staring into her grey eyes, seeing her lose herself in pleasure I’ve given her, spearing her with my cock and holding her hands in mine, palm to palm. Those eyes of hers are beautiful, full of white stars I fall into.
I can’t believe I’m this lucky. She’s perfect and amazing. I tell her in broken phrases how she’s my world. That I love her and I’m going to care for her and fuck her and give her orgasms every day. And my girl smiles as she pants and whines, so close to coming.
“I’m going to spoil you,” I grind out the promise, still looking into her eyes. I want her to see when I spill into her. “I’ll give you all of me. Every drop of my come until you’re overflowing with it, wrecked and dirty. But I’m going to take as well. Your virginity is already mine, but I’m ravenous. I’ll have all you give me and more. I’ll take your pleasure, and steal my own, using your pussy and your mouth. I’ll make you my sweet, cherished whore as well as my wife. Everything. I’ll have to be inside you more times a day than you can take.”
“I can take it,” she gasps out. “Anything you give, everything you want, Marco.”
I growl. That’s the answer I didn’t know I needed. She’ll give me everything.
And in return, I grant the release she’s desperately seeking. I reach down, cramming my hand between our bodies and not letting up on the hard thrusts. My fingers find her clit, and I stroke her.
Once, twice, and she shatters. She grips my cock even tighter than before, milking me. And I didn’t mean for this to end—god knows I’d have kept fucking her until the end of time, I love being inside her that much—but she drags me over with her into hot spurt after hot spurt.
I keep coming, more than I can remember. I’ve been waiting for her and my body knows what its job is here: to breed her.
It’s with primal delight I feel the wetness overflowing, making us both sticky. All that seed for my girl, and a baby soon too.
She giggles and hides her wide grin when we pull up outside the famous blacksmiths in Gretna Green. The sunset stains the sky red and purple, and the yellow evening light catches on Felicity’s white dress, making it gold like the decorations she used to warn me the first time we met.
She changed into that flowing dress when I finally conceded she’d had enough orgasms for now. I allowed a slight clean-up, but I know for a fact my semen is still dripping through her knickers and down the inside of her thigh, and I’m glad. I want everyone to smell sex on her, and know she belongs to me.
“I can’t believe we’re really going to get married at Gretna Green today,” she says as I help her out of the limo and she straightens her white dress.
“Do you mind?”
“No.” She wraps an arm around my waist. “I like that you know what you want.”
“And what I want is you.” I pull her in with a hand on her shoulder. She fits me perfectly.
“It’s like a romance novel,” she marvels as we take in the little whitewashed cottage.
“You wanted to be married to a Regency rake, didn’t you?”
“A duke, actually.”
“Brat,” I reply affectionately. I love her sassy mouth. “You got kidnapped by a…” I’m distracted by her hand sliding down to the top of my arse.
“I think you count as a highwayman?”
“Right, a highwayman. That will have to do, as I have no intention of letting you go.”
“Oh thank god, because I suspect I’d die without you.”
“Mr Brent.” A man meets us at the door with a nod. I owe Paulo a pay raise I decide, as I find he’s fixed all the paperwork so I don’t have to threaten to kill anyone because they don’t deal with getting us married quickly enough, as well as arranged nice touches like a bouquet and champagne that make the stars in Felicity’s eyes sparkle even brighter.
The ceremony is thankfully short, which is good because I’m impatient to have Felicity in my arms and on my cock again. There are vows that I repeat, promises to love no matter what. And when she says the same to me, my heart expands so big it threatens to crack my ribs from the inside. She slides a ring onto my finger and we smirk at each other at the symbolism and the memories. There is going to be so much time for us to make all the tender and wild moments together. The rest of our lives.
We retire to a hotel and it’s after I’ve got her back into bed and enjoyed my white-clad bride that we’re lying on the bed, her laid over me, that she brings it up. We’ve talked about some of our future, each feeling out the other’s preferences. I just say yes to whatever she wants. Eight kids? Sure. Another library? Why not. A bakery? Why not two?
“What about Westminster?”
“What about them?”
“Won’t they still be after me? They were pretty intent on wiping out Kensington.”
I pull out my phone.
“How do you have this number?” the kingpin of Westminster, Benedict Crosse, snaps.
“Hello to you too, Crosse.” I get distracted by Felicity’s ankle, bending her knee so it’s closer, stroking over the bone and pressing into her achilles.
I only realise I’ve been silent when my neighbouring mafia lord says irritably, “What do you want?”
“If anything happens to Kensington’s daughter, I will consider it as a personal attack.” Her whole foot fits in my hand. It’s dainty and I massage the arch, making her sigh happily.
“Oh that was you, was it?” he drawls. “I wondered who took the girl.”
“My girl.” I transfer my attention to the ball of her foot. I’ll need to do her other foot too. “My wife.”
“Mmm. She’s inherited a lot of debt.” Crosse’s last word is clipped and threatening.
“And you’re going to wipe it off her record, or I’ll be offering that university student who visits you a job. Your son’s girlfriend, I believe?” Two can play at threats to young women under the care of mafia bosses. I have an extensive spy network, and I know about Crosse’s soft spot for the girl.
There’s a long, tense silence.
“Fine,” Benedict spits, then hangs up.
“All sorted.” I toss my phone away and pull Felicity up to kiss me again. “Now, what else would my wife like?”
