Wed to the Bad Boy(20)

“It looks like I am not the only one who is turned on,” I said as I unbuttoned his pants and slipped my hand inside. He was so fucking hard as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Barely. They almost didn’t close. Fuck.

“Jo,” he panted as he looked at me. That confident man looked so vulnerable just then, just for a second, and then he blinked and it was gone. I stared at him as he pushed me down onto the bed and stripped off his clothing.

He grinned at me as the confident man I was expecting took over. The man who controlled everything standing over me. I saw it. Saw him. I understood who and what he was.

He was going to rule the mob. He really was a monster.

And I was desperate for him. I parted my lips and looked at him as he shed the very last piece of his clothing, waiting. I wanted him inside of me, and I wanted it now. I wanted to feel him fill me.

I needed it. I needed his touch, the way he felt against my body, the things he awakened inside of me.

And he needed me.

“Spread your legs for me, Joanna.” He grabbed my knees and spread them for me, the wolf in him coming out through his eyes.

I did as I was told and looked up at him.

“I think I’ll start this way, but do not expect it to end until you’ve cum on my cock over and over again,” he admitted, grinning as he looked at me. “I want to be able to feel you from the inside. Feel the way your pussy wraps around me and clenches as you scream. Fuck, you have no idea what the thought of it does to me.”

I squirmed, ready for him. “I think I have some idea.”

That man only smirked at me as he pulled on my hips, bringing me against him. I was already on the best but now I was right up against his cock. Fuck. I could feel the head of his cock as it teased me, slipped in and out of my lips, the sensation of it against my opening driving me crazy. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly what kind crazy he was driving me, and I could tell he was revelling in it.

Hell, even I was revelling in it.

“Greyson,” I moaned. I could say his name a million times and never get tired of it. “Greyson, please.”

I mewed the words, crying out to him as he teased me. I could see his body, the way that the gentle glow of lights hit it, and I marveled at his muscles. He was so strong, and it let me know just how controlled he was.

Like when he spanked me.

“Is this what you need?” he asked as he slipped his cock inside of me. It filled me inch by inch, the width of him pressing against all of me and expanding me. Fuck. He was huge. He was so fucking huge.

He bent down over me and put his hand on my neck, pinning me down and giving it a small squeeze. “Am I what you need?”

I nodded, and he descended, kissing me. The smell of me on him only made me want more. The taste of my sweetness. Fuck, it was too much to bear. I writhed under him and bucked, trying to make him go faster. To give me exactly what I wanted.

“Oh no, you don’t get to control this ride, Joanna. Not yet.” That man, that delicious, exciting, delightful man. He wanted to be in control. Needed it. I could tell that the monster in him was only just peeking through the surface. I had a feeling so much more was waiting to come out. And it scared me. It thrilled me.

He held himself over me and started to thrust slowly, his cock sliding in and out of me. Then he quickened his pace. It was so good, but each thrust only made me want more.

“More,” I cried, bucking up against him. “Please, more?”

He nodded and fucked me harder. His thrusts pounded into me giving me exactly what I needed when I needed it. Fuck. I could feel another orgasm on the horizon, and I didn’t hold it back. I let it wash over me as I came, my pussy contracting over his cock.

“That’s it. That’s exactly what I wanted,” he said, his gruff tone more forceful. He slowed just for a moment, let me catch my breath and then rolled so that I was on top of him.

“Again, Joanna. Cum again.” He ordered.

I felt like I was losing myself, losing everything, to him. I was his to command, and I wanted it. I fucked him, riding him hard, my body gliding up and down his cock over and over again. Fuck. I was totally out of control.

I felt the orgasm rising, the depth of it unmatched as I gripped onto his shoulders and pushed down, letting it all out as I came on him.

He groaned, and I felt him cum inside of me, his sticky hot cum filling my pussy.

Oh god. I wanted this. Oh. God.

When he grabbed me and pulled me down onto him, I let myself collapse. Let myself feel.

“You are mine, Joanna,” he said it with such finality that all I could do was nod and hold on tight.

I would've given him anything he wanted right at that moment.





Chapter Seven