Series: The Moretti Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 111428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Needing to expel some of the energy out of my body, I pace the floor in front of the bed. I feel her eyes on me, moving like a ping pong ball as I move across the floor.
What the fuck am I going to do with her now?
I need information, but I can’t fucking bring myself to do what it takes to get it out of her. Hurting her isn’t an option. I can’t.
There is so much pent up aggression lingering inside of me, I feel like I’m about to burst at the seams. Plus, I haven’t fucked anything but my own hand for a week, which is a dangerous mixture. Those are the perfect ingredients for a bomb, and I’m about to go off.
Stopping mid-step, I turn and look directly at Fallon. Like a siren, she sits on the bed, completely naked and exposed. She’s looking up at me with her big blue eyes, almost pleading with me. My cock stiffens, and even if I didn’t get the answer I wanted, I know that I’ve held off long enough. One more night without her, and I might fucking die.
I’ve got to have her. All of her.
Raw primal hunger for her pumps through my veins; I move closer to the bed, my eyes remaining on hers the entire time.
“Lie down on your stomach,” I order, and to my surprise, she does it without questioning me. Her compliance only feeds the fucking beast that’s ready to fuck her three ways through this mattress.
Grabbing a pillow, I slide my arm under her belly and lift her up enough to stuff the pillow beneath. Straightening back up, I take her in. With her ass up in the air, I can see her folds peeking out at me. Playing a ridiculous game of peek-a-boo.
I bet she is wet for me already, but that’s not what I want right now. Her pussy might be good, but I want more. I need to claim something else.
“Don’t move,” I warn before I grab the rope off the floor on my side of the bed and start to tie her wrists together. Looping them around the headboard, I secure them. I test the rope, tugging on it, and make sure it’s not digging too tightly into her wrists.
“W-what are you going to do to me?” Her voice is muffled by the sheets, but even so, I can hear the tremble in it.
“I want your complete submission tonight. I want you to trust me. Let me do whatever I want. Can you do that?”
“Yes… as long it’s just you.”
“Yes, only me. No one else is going to touch you.” Ever. I don’t know what I was thinking, asking Lucca to do this. The thought of him touching her again makes me want to put a bullet in his brain.
“Okay,” she murmurs against the sheets. Even with her voice muffled, I can hear how relieved she is.
I retrieve a small bottle of lube from the side table and undo the cap. Her puckered little hole is calling my name.
Sitting down on the bed beside her, I pour a generous amount of lube in my palm, close the bottle, and toss it to the side. I rub my hands together before placing both on her ass. I massage her cheeks first, kneading her firm globes until they are pliant in my hands.
When I run my thumbs further down her crack, I feel her tense, and I know she just realized what I’m going for.
“Have you been fucked here?” I ask, circling my thumb over her tight hole.
“No,” she mumbles into the bed.
Knowing that she’s never been touched there only gets me harder, which I thought was impossible. Keeping one hand on her ass, I use my other to undo my pants and free my throbbing cock. When I look down, I’m not shocked to find it looking like it feels.
Painfully hard, the head almost purple. I can’t wait to be inside of her. Fuck, I should prepare her more, make her come once, but I’m too far gone. Too close to the edge.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now,” I tell her while pushing my thumb inside just a little. Pumping in and out slowly, I watch my thumb disappear.
“I’m scared.” She’s trembling, her tight ring of muscles squeezing my finger. I want to soothe her, banish her fear of what’s to come away, but I can’t. I’m so close to drowning in her, nothing short of a damn miracle is going to stop me.
“You don’t have to be. Not about this. I’ll make it good for you. I just need you to trust me, submit, and listen to what I say.”
“Okay…” She sucks a shallow breath into her lungs, and I push my thumb in a little deeper.
“Keep that tight hole relaxed for me.” I pull my thumb out and replace it with two of my fingers. I start with slow and shallow thrusts and work my way up to being able to shove my fingers in as deep as they will go without her tensing up.