Chapter 39

I lie behind Lena, my manhood stiff, my heart pounding. She must be able to feel me. Feel how hungry I am. We promised we’d be good. It’s so peaceful, lying here in bed in the dark with her, despite the need clawing at me.

“How did Leo Nind know Luka?” Lena asks.

“Luka went down a bad road. They must’ve mixed in the same circles. I’m sure Lionel hired him a few times. I don’t care about any of it. All I care about is us.”

“We can put it behind us soon,” she whispers, shifting against me. Oh, fuck, her ass is rubbing right up against my dick. Tension floods into my shaft, my hand moving automatically to her hip. “Can we?”

I squeeze her hip harder, shifting back and forth, grinding through my pants against her ass. She’s wearing shorts that disappear into her big ass, her fleshiness devouring the fabric. “Y-yes,” I groan.

“Will they be able to find you?”

“We’ll have to be careful. Maybe buy a plot of land in a place nobody cares about.”

“We’llcare about it,” she says fiercely, “because we’ll be there. Our family.” She shifts against me again.

I bite down, letting out a savage breath through my teeth. I’m tugging at her shorts without even meaning to. It’s just instinct—animal need to see her round ass and thighs glimmering with her wetness.

“Michael,” she moans.

“Bite down on the pillow,” I snarl, spanking her ass softly. Still, the flesh-on-flesh sound seems loud in the quiet of the night. Fuck it. I spank her big, beautiful ass again.

Her moan, as usual, is the best part. Her horniness.

“You know you want it.” I kiss down her legs as I pull her shorts down. My dick pulses hard when she grabs a pillow and brings it to her mouth. Her thick legs are already shaking for me.

I pull her shorts and underwear down, toss them away, and growl as I push her legs apart. Her scent is so hot. It triggers deep impulses in me. Her folds glimmer in the low light. Her horny slit winks at me, wet already.

When I growl again, she sits up. She brings her fingers to her lips, her eyes wide in a plea. That’s right. We have to be quiet. I kiss up her thigh, tasting her skin, tastingher. I almost lose it when I kiss beside her hole, her wetness smearing across my lips.

She shivers in a hot, receptive way when I guide my tongue up her folds to her clit. I lick my woman up and down, tightly holding her thighs. Maybe a little roughly, but she’s mine—mine. I hold her tighter, growling as I pull her toward me and open my mouth. I devour her, lick fast, faster, then slide my tongue into her. I fuck her with my tongue.

Dammit, I’m stroking my cock. Lost in her taste, my hand grinds up and down my dick as I indulge. She’s moaning into the pillow, muffled, but it’s like she can’t contain it.

Precome leaks so hot from my dick. I need her. She’s fluttering around my tongue.

Oh, fuck. She’s creaming in my mouth. From under the pillow, she moans, “F-f-f-fuck. Oh, fuck.” Quiet, like she can’t take anymore, but she never wants it to stop. I tongue her harder, push my lip firmly against her clit. She grinds against my mouth.

When she’s done, I slide my tongue out, then lick around her hole. I run my tongue all over her entrance, her clit, her lips. I lap up every last drop of her juice and then take her clit into my mouth. I suck it, push my tongue against it, reach up, and bury my hands in the gorgeous thickness of her belly.

She gasps and puts her hands on my wrists. I think she’s going to push me away or try to. Maybe it’s weird for her, but then she moans, rubbing her hands atop me like she wants me to indulge. Every part of her is perfect. Every moan. Every curve.

When I stand slowly, she sits up, her breasts bouncing in her top. I silently take off my T-shirt, my pants, my underwear. My cock springs up from my waistband. It’s so hard, it almost hurts, the tension roaring at me that there’s only one release—my horny young virgin’s hole.

“Show me those perfect tits,” I whisper.

She sits up, staring at my dick with wide eyes. She looks so shocked, but her body was made for me. She’s going to take every inch. I’m done waiting. When she pulls her shirt over her head, I surge forward onto the bed, climbing atop her, taking her nipple in my mouth.

She runs her hands over my shoulders. “You’re so big,” she whispers. “Michael, be gentle.”

“You’re taking every inch,” I snarl. “Deep. All damn night if I want.”

“Yeah,” she moans. “Oh, Michael. Okay. You’re the boss.”

I kiss up her chest and look her deep in the eyes. “I’m always going to be your boss. I’m your goddamn kidnapper, and you’ll always be my bad, bad girl.”

“I am,” she moans, nodding, her lips trembling, “but only for you.”

I reach down, bringing my rock-hard tip to her hole. Her warm wetness kisses my end as I smooth my dick up and down, almost slipping inside her. She whimpers each time, eyes locked on mine.

“You’re going to take every fucking inch,” I moan, pushing in slowly, her walls gripping me so tight. My seed bursts to my end like it wants to get the job done but fuck no. The pleasure on her face is too fierce. She’s burning up with lust. She claws her hands down my back, then lets go, like she wants to be gentle.

I moan low, struggling not to yell. “Don’t be gentle with me,” I snap. “I want to feel how badly you want this.”

She bites down, suppressing a moan as she squeezes onto my arms, her fingernails digging into the bruises the rubber bullets made, but I can’t feel that. All I can feel is her hot pussy. The deeper I get into her sweet slit, the more addicted I am, the more certain.

She lets my arms go and grabs the sheets. I lean up so I can look between our bodies. I’ve left a sheen of sweat over her tits, her belly, making her shapeliness glisten for me.

My dick pulses, her walls squeezing. She moans through clenched teeth, her eyes closed.

“Look at me,” I growl.

She snaps her eyes open and stares at me like she did the day I kidnapped her when she thought I was the big bad wolf. When she thought I was going to hurt her, but never would.

I push in the rest of the way, almost shouting when her tight hole grips my shaft. She breathes hard through clenched teeth.

“Does it hurt?” I say softly.

“N-no.”

“Tell the truth. Always. With me.”

She nods slowly, but her eyes go from side to side. It’s that just-Lena confused expression I’ve noticed a few times. “Not much. Just… Yeah, stay there with me.”

She moans gently as I shift back and forth just a little, claiming the deepest part of her, the most intimate part. “This is the only dick you’ll ever feel,” I whisper, leaning down, laying my body against hers again, pushing in intimately. “The. Only. One.”