Stolen from the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance(182)

I feel her legs wrap around me as I work with machine-like rhythm and animalistic vigor. “Fuck, don’t stop, Leon,” she begs me, “God, what even are you?”

I don’t answer, but get bolder and more intrusive with my mouth, stroking deep and ending at her clit each time. With every stroke, she anticipates it, but like a rolling inevitability, she nearly seizes up as I hit the golden spot. I start to feel her muscles tightening, faster and faster, but just as she starts to grip my sides hard, I withdraw, and her eyes spring open from the trance I’ve stroked her into. She looks almost hurt, wounded that I’d deny her, but as I undo my jeans and let them slide down, her pain turns to renewed lust at the sight of my cock.

Gripping her hips with my hands, I first pull her towards me and lunge forward to bite at her neck. She lets out a gasp as my teeth graze her skin, my fingernails running down her back as I suck at the nape of her neck relentlessly, meaning to leave a mark. Her squirming relaxes almost immediately, and she turns her head away to expose herself to me, inviting my assault, begging me to claim her.

I finally draw back and let her look up into me, looming over her and glaring into her eyes with unmitigated desire. For the briefest instant, I remember why we’re here, and the next, I toss the thought aside. Nothing will stand between us tonight.

That’s the liberty in my mind as I start to grind the tip of my cock into her, swirling it around her clit as she pushes herself up into me while I support her neck with one hand. “Turn around,” I say in a husk as I guide her hips, and she obeys, turning over to present her ass to me while she supports herself on my kutte.

“Do you want this?” I ask, pressing my bulging, dark crown against her lips from behind, and even that simple motion has her pressing herself back into me, but I hold her hips firm. “I want to hear it.”

“God, Leon, please,” she whimpers, “fill me up, I want all of you inside me!”

Without another word, I impale her with my cock from behind, and my crown crashes against that most sensitive spot inside her, and she nearly crumples to the ground under me as her honey floods my shaft. She tries not to yell out in ecstasy as I start bucking into her with abandon, and her teeth sink into the collar of my kutte as my hips work.

My cock pumps her like a piston, back and forth without missing a beat on each assault on the insides of her cunt. Her tightness is ecstasy for me. We share our warmth, and even as I claim her on the ground, I feel a closeness with her I’ve never felt before.

I pound into her furiously, her soft ass pressing into my pelvis as I go, and I have no plans to be cautious. I release all my inhibitions on her, and soon, I feel her cunt tightening even further around my manhood as she takes a sharp breath.

Then she lets out a piercing groan into my kutte as her orgasm bursts through her body, wracking her from her torso to her legs as I hold her up to keep her from falling over under me. I keep my pace, and I can feel her jerking and twisting under me as more waves of pleasure flow through her unimpeded as I keep my piston-like rhythm.

I feel my balls start to tighten as they slap against her wet cunt, and my fierce bucking starts to lose its regularity as my cock stiffens harder and harder, swelling up inside her.

“Don’t hold back!” I hear her beg as she feels what’s coming, “Come inside me, Leo — ”

Her word is cut off as she lets out a yelp and I release myself in her with a deep, husky groan, all the tension I’ve been holding back unleashing itself all over her insides. Long, hard shots of myself shoot up into her as I come, each one with a hard throb that makes her twitch each time.

I pull out of her, and the hot, pearly fluid spills out with me, the silence of the night accented by our heavy, exhausted breathing. Cherry turns over to look at me, shirtless and looming with my cock still stiff and wet with her honey, and a smile makes its way through her panting.

“So, strictly business tonight, right?”

I can’t hold back a deep chuckle, and I slap her on the thigh as she scurries up to get herself dressed again.



We’ve cleaned ourselves up, and half an hour later, the night has descended into staring at the docks through the pair of binoculars I’d nearly forgotten beside me. We hand it to each other from time to time, trying to scope out anything of value, but it isn’t until around midnight that something catches my eye.

“Why didn’t I notice that before?” I murmur to myself, and Cherry cranes her neck to try to see what I’m looking at, resting her hands on my shoulders and leaning on my back.

“Well, what is it?”

“That ship down there, I see someone moving around on it.”