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Binding Rose: A Dark Mafia Romance(62)

Author:Ivy Fox

Fucking temptress.

“Enough of that,” I mumble, pissed. “From this point on, I’m the only one who gets to do that.”

And before she has time to ask me to explain, my mouth crushes onto hers, until my teeth have a good grip on her lower lip. I suck, tug, and bite at it, until I’m sure my teeth marks are permanently imprinted on her soft flesh. If she dares disobey me and decides to chew on her lip again without my say so, I want her to feel the half-crescent moons my teeth have left on it.

“Argh!” she wails, as I lick the seam of her lip where I drew a little blood.

I plunge my tongue into her mouth and grab her by her wrists, so she doesn’t move from her spot. She wiggles and thrashes under me as I take all the air from her lungs and suck it into mine. When her legs widen and wrap around my waist so she can rub her bare pussy on my cock, I don’t punish her for it. Instead, I just deepen our kiss until there isn’t one thought in her mind besides needing my cock inside her.

Unfortunately the kiss backfires on me, leaving me just as consumed with desire as she so obviously is, and when she wiggles just enough to have my crown firmly at her entrance, all my plans to torture her some more fly out the window.

I pull away from her lips, breathing hard and heavy like I’ve just run a fucking marathon instead of only giving my wife one simple, sinful kiss.

Rosa’s eyes are wide in alarm as my dick decides to inch inside her all on its own.

“Wait! Wait,” she bellows, her chest heaving up and down.

I’ve never been one for taking orders, but I do as she says and wait for her to catch her breath.

“Is it going to hurt?” she asks, her shy blush clawing at my control.

“Yes.”

I don’t see the need to beat around the bush or lie to her.

Most virgins cry bloody murder their first time. When I was a kid and hungry for pussy, I didn’t care who I was balls deep inside of, but it only took taking the virginity of a few Catholic girls that went to my high school to know that popping cherries wasn’t my kink. I quickly changed tactics and started fucking the teachers instead, leaving the inexperienced schoolgirls for some other asshole who could console them afterwards.

“How much?” she asks.

“On a scale of what?”

“I don’t know. On a scale of one to ten, I guess.”

“Eleven.”

“That’s reassuring,” she mumbles, her teeth instinctively going to her lip but then stopping halfway, thinking better of it.

Good girl.

“I’ll tell you what. Since I’m in such a benevolent mood, I can give you a choice. I can either go inch by inch until you’re used to my size, or I can rip off the band-aid in one go. Your choice.”

Again, she thinks hard on her decision before giving me an answer, like it’s some quiz she doesn’t want to fail. I wouldn’t mind her hesitation so much if her cunt clenching around my cock didn’t physically pain me.

“Rosa,” I mutter through gritted teeth in warning.

“Rip it off,” she blurts out.

“Are you sure?” The words stumble out of me before I have time to stop them.

Immediately I reprimand myself for the stupid-ass question.

Why the fuck should I care?

But instead of taking her first answer to heart and just fucking her raw in one go, I actually wait for her reply.

“I am.” She nods assuredly. “I only have one condition.”

To this, I arch a brow.

“You are hardly in a position to negotiate, acushla.” I grin, looking down to where my dick is connected to her pussy.

“I know. But I’m still asking.”

“Fine. I’ll indulge you, this once. What do you want?”

“I want to touch you.”

I frown.

“That isn’t part of the deal.”

“Again, I know. But I’m scared now. I just want to be able to hold on to something. Just to keep my bearings. Please.”

The vulnerable way she’s looking at me in this very moment strikes too much of a chord inside me. Up until now, Rosa has tried to mask such vulnerability from my eyes. For her to expose herself like this and let me have a full view of her fear is the reason why I concede to her wishes.

Or maybe I’m just getting soft in my old age.

I blame the latter.

“Fine.”

The relief that instantly blooms on her face makes her features look almost innocent. Trusting. It’s an aphrodisiac that I didn’t know could have such an effect on me. But as my cock swells painfully to its full extent, I can’t deny how looking at such trust in her eyes is tipping me over to the edge and making me want to fuck her even more.

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