Step Bride: A Bad Boy Mob Roman(45)

He thrust harder, slapping my ass, pulling my hair, taking my body. He completely owned me, his strong arms working me, his cock thrusting inside me, and I wanted him to come more than anything. I wanted him to feel how I felt, wanted his cum inside me. I worked my hips, moaning his name, loving it, loving the pleasure.

He was like an animal in his lust for my pussy, and it made me feel incredible.

I felt him suddenly stiffen as his strokes got longer, harder, rougher. His whole body tensed.

“Fuck, Natalie,” he groaned as he came deep inside me.

“Ah shit,” he said, slowing his strokes, slowly finishing.

I collapsed onto the hay bale, and he took a step back. I was covered in sweat, and I’d never felt so satisfied before.

“Your pussy is like fucking magic,” he said. “My god you’re incredible.”

He took the condom off, wrapping it up in some hay and setting it aside. He came over and wrapped his arms around me, holding his sweating body against mine.

I felt safe. I felt so safe there in his arms, my head high from the orgasm, floating in a cloud of contented pleasure.

“I want to stay like this for a while,” he said.

“I do too.”

And so we did. We stayed right there, feeling each other breathe, feeling right.





Chapter Twenty-Two: Lucas





We stayed like that, wrapped in each other, for over two hours.

I’d never done that before. Sure, I’d cuddled women every once in a while, but normally when we were finished, I just moved on. Instead, I actually found myself wanting to talk to Natalie, to get to know her.

She told me about her life, about having a reality TV star mother, and how that had really messed her up when she was younger. She told me about her mom losing the fortune, and how she promised herself that she’d never be like her mother.

And I was fascinated. I wanted to know more, to understand the way she thought about things, to figure her out. It was so strange that although we were just talking, I never got bored.

I found myself telling her things I almost never told people. I talked about growing up in the mob. I talked about the fear, the violence, and about eventually coming into my own as a captain.

My world was a strange, strange place, but I found myself wanting her to understand. Sure, she was my stepsister and living in my home, and so she needed to get it to some degree, but I wanted her to know me. I wanted her to get why I did the things that I did.

And the more she spoke, the more I wanted her to keep talking. Every word she said had me fascinated that a person could have so much inside them.

Time slipped away. The sun slowly sank down below the horizon, and I was well and truly hooked.

“And so she just stumbled back in?” I asked after Natalie had finished a lengthy story about another one of her mother’s long benders.

“Yep. Just like nothing had happened.”

“And you never skipped school? Didn’t throw a wild party?”

“I told you, I was a good girl growing up.”

I laughed. “You’re not a good girl now.”

“I guess not.”

We fell into silence, looking out across the property, everything bathed in reds and pinks.

“Okay, I’m officially getting cold,” she said.

“I’d offer you my shirt,” I joked, “but I’m currently wearing it.”

“That’s okay.” She stood up, stretching. “I should go back inside.”

“Sure. Know your way?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

I followed her over toward the ladder and helped her climb down. Once she was safe, I followed, hopping off.

I felt light, happy. It was strange.

“Well,” she said, looking awkward.

I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me. “Well.”

“Not sure what now.”

I slapped her ass and she giggled. “See you later.”

I let her go and she walked away, shaking her head and smiling.

I leaned up against the door to the stable and watched her go. One of the horses behind me made a noise.

“Yeah, I like her too, Rosey,” I said to the horse.

“Talking to horses now?”

Vince materialized from the other end of the stable.

“Just Rosey,” I said to him, frowning. “Where’d you come from?”

“Came to find you.”

“Following me?”

“Relax,” he said, smiling. “I have good news.”

“Go ahead.”

He reached out and stroked Rosey’s face. “Well, you asked me to think of a solution for this missing shipment.”

“I remember,” I said, annoyed.

“We grabbed a guy.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You grabbed a cop?”

He laughed. “No way. We grabbed a janitor.”