Forced By The Mafia

7

I moaned and whimpered, feeling the heat grow between my legs more and more, feeling the dam of tears break behind my eyes before they emerged.

He released a moan from deep in his throat, the sexiest sound. His hand loosened from my hair, and he gripped my neck instead, right below my jawline. “Spread your cheeks for me.”

I was so deep in the haze that I didn’t think twice about it. I gripped my cheeks and pulled them far apart.

He gave an appreciative moan then stuck his thumb in my mouth.

I instinctively sucked it, feeling his big d**k do amazing things to me.

He pulled his hand away then slipped his thumb into my back entrance, pushing deep inside unexplored territory.

I tensed because I’d never felt anything like that before. Never had a man go for my rear. It was like the spanking of my cheeks, the novelty and discomfort highlighting the pleasure. In just a few seconds, I was panting and moaning, jumping to the finish line when there should have been some distance to the end.

And then I came, tears streaking down my cheeks, my breaths erratic and quick.

He pulled his thumb out of my ass and returned his mouth to my ear. “Fuck.” His tone held so much satisfaction, like the sounds and feeling of me coming around him were foreplay for him, like he got off to a woman’s pain as well as her pleasure.

I got swept up in the storm of euphoria, and my feet left the floor. A climax was a climax, but this one told me they weren’t all equal. This one told me that they could reach the glass ceiling and shatter it.

He stilled and continued to breathe against my ear.

I’d assumed he finished when I finished, but his d**k was still rock hard inside me. He dipped his head and kissed my shoulder and then my neck, lavishing me with his masculine kisses.

Then he pulled his d**k out of me—and spanked me hard.

I winced at the pain, feeling another handprint on my cheek.

He grabbed me and rolled me onto my back before he made himself at home between my thighs. He tugged me and bent me the way he wanted me before he pushed inside me again, sliding in easier this time because he was already lubed up with my arousal. He sank in then gripped me by the throat and squeezed.

I could still breathe, but barely.

I finally touched him, felt just how hard that chest was, touched the ink all over his skin, the heat that burned from his flesh. I gripped his wrist and squeezed as he f****d me into the pillows, as his strong physique tightened and shifted, his physicality so unrealistic it seemed fake.

He moved his thumb up my throat to the corner of my mouth. He squeezed again before he let me go, before his hand found a home in my messy hair.

I cupped the side of his face as I planted my other hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his mass. “f**k, Bastien…” This man was a complete stranger, but I moaned his name like he was my long-term lover, like I’d loved him for a lifetime, had already given him sons and daughters. I should feel guilty for being with someone new while technically still being married, but I felt nothing of the sort. I just enjoyed it—thoroughly.

He pounded me into the bed, one arm pinned behind my knee, while the other remained deep in my hair, his blue eyes gripping tight like I belonged to him. “Here it comes, sweetheart.” Up until that point, he’d thrust hard and fast without changing his pace, not needing to edge himself so many times like Adrien did. But Bastien slowed it down, moaning between the thrusts. “You want it?”

“Yes.” I cupped his cheek and breathed with him, lost in the clouds of lust, connected to this man so deeply it was hard to believe I’d met him just a few hours ago. One-night stands were never this satisfying. It usually took a couple times before the s*x got good. But right off the bat, this chemistry was electrifying. “Come inside me.”

“Beg.” His fingers fisted my hair, and he pinned me in place, his eyes turning sharp and hard, his d**k still pounding into me, his balls hitting the bottom of my ass.

I widened my legs farther and gripped his ass, tugging him into me. “Please…” I didn’t know myself. I was on fire, lost in the spontaneity and the ferocious lust that burned between us, letting this man f**k me exactly how he wanted…and I didn’t even know his last name.

“Fuck.” He moaned under his breath then pounded into me hard, giving me all of his d**k over and over, making me wince from the size but ignoring the signs of pain on my face. “Here it comes.” He moved his lips to my ear, and his pumps slowed as his breaths turned erratic. He gave his final pumps and filled me, came inside me like I was more than a one-night stand.

I’d never done anything so irresponsible in my life, but I wanted him to the exclusion of everything else. I couldn’t explain it, but I wanted all of him, every piece of him, inside me. When I told Adrien, he would have no interest in making the marriage work, and I knew that was the best for both of us.

Bastien came to a halt, his fair skin tinted red with arousal and exertion. He held himself over me, and I expected him to pull out and begin his awkward departure, but he stayed buried inside me, still hard even though his come coated his base. “I’ve got a lot more bullets in this gun.”