Step Bride: A Bad Boy Mob Roman(66)

I worked him that way, sucking him, jerking him, all the while looking up at his beautiful face. He looked back, watching me intensely, letting me do all the work. I continued sucking his cock, working him.

Finally, he reached down and pulled me up. I straddled him, and he ripped open the condom. I watched impatiently as he slowly rolled it down over his hard cock.

Biting my lip, I shifted myself forward. This time he didn’t make me beg. I couldn’t wait even if he did. I simply pressed myself down and felt his cock push deep inside me.

I let out a gasp and threw my legs around him. He grabbed my hips and pressed me down harder, filling me to the brim.

“That’s what I wanted,” he whispered, “this tight fucking cunt wrapped around my cock.”

“Lucas,” I whispered. “Oh my god, Lucas.” He began to move my hips, sliding me up and down. I fell into his rhythm, working my hips, using my legs to ride him.

He stayed sitting upright, our bodies pressed together. I rode his thick cock, sliding my body up and down, feeling his chest, his muscles, his hair. He slapped my ass and thrust hard into me. I let out soft, low moans as he began to fuck me like that.

“I want you to say my name while you come,” he whispered. “I want you to say it loud.”

I wrapped my arms around him and looked in his eyes as I rocked up and down. His hips thrust up, his hands guiding me down, and I slammed up and down along his hard shaft.

It was exactly what I needed. All my pent-up frustration and anger and his words kept ringing in my ears. He loved me. He fucking loved me, and I wanted his cock so badly I could barely stand it.

Pleasure washed through my body as we kept working like that. Our faces were inches apart, and I could feel his breath against my lips. His cock filled me up as I rode him, rocking up and down, grinding our bodies together, pushing harder, deeper.

“Lucas,” I whispered. “Oh fuck, Lucas. I’m so close.”

He pressed harder, slamming my hips down. His eyes never left mine, and I could tell what he wanted. He wanted me to come on his heavy cock, and I knew I was seconds away.

“Oh my god,” I whispered. “I love you. I really love you.”

“Come for me, Natalie,” he said. “Come on my fucking cock.”

The orgasm rolled through me faster than I could have imagined. It burst through my mind, exposing everything and cleansing everything. In that moment there was nothing but Lucas, our bodies moving together, moving in hard thrusts. He fucked me roughly as I rode him, and my whole body tensed, the orgasm taking me over.

“Lucas,” I said, over and over.

It happened so easily, so fast and perfectly. I knew I couldn’t hold it back even if I tried. I had been teetering on the edge of frustration all night, and now it was finally bursting out.

The orgasm slowly ended. As it did, he took me and rolled me onto my back, getting on top. I opened my legs wide as he kissed my body, my neck, my breasts and continued to grind himself deep inside my pussy.

“Oh yes,” I said. “Oh shit, Lucas. Are you going to come inside me?”

“I’m going to fill this pussy up until you can’t take any more.”

He began to fuck me again, hard. I pushed my hands up against the headboard, pushing myself back against him as he fucked me. I writhed my hips, watching him look at my breasts, my pussy.

He knelt in front of me, fucking me hard, my legs spread wide. His cock slammed into me, and sweat dripped down his body. I could tell what he wanted—the same thing I wanted. He needed to come for me, to come inside me, inside my pussy. And I wanted to take every single ounce he had for me.

I kept moving my hips. “Come on, Lucas, fill my pussy up,” I said. “Fill my tight pussy up.”

“You dirty girl,” he said. “You dirty girl. I’m going to come deep in this cunt.”

“Come for me, Lucas.”

I pressed my arms on either side of my chest, pressing my tits together. I could see the hunger in his eyes eclipsing all other thought as he fucked me roughly and savagely, ravaging my body.

And finally he dipped forward, his muscles stiffening. His thrusts got deep, insistent, as he came deep inside me.

“Oh fuck, Natalie,” he said, grunting through his orgasm.

I worked my hips, helping him come.

Finally, his thrusts slowed and then stopped.

We lay there together, wrapped in each other, covered in sweat and breathing deeply. I kissed him softly. “I really do love you,” I said.

“I know.”

I kissed him again and we just lay there, feeling each other’s bodies. I knew he had to leave soon, but I wanted to feel him go soft inside me. I wanted to feel him for a little bit longer.