18. Mila
MILA
Lev dug his fingers into my hair, holding me with a harsh, possessive clutch. Being bound and captive never felt good, but on his lap in the car, I was swept away by how potently bad this was.
Bad in a wickedly delicious manner.
Bad with an intoxicating fever that I wanted to bask in.
Desire flooded me, rushing through my veins and pooling low in my belly. My pussy ached, already throbbing with the increased blood flow there. My nipples beaded hard, already sensitive and responsive to the hard press of his chest against my breasts.
Oh, fuck.
He’d startled me. One second, he was driving along, seeming pensive but so deep in thought, I couldn’t begin to find the courage to ask him what was on his mind. The next, he was pulling off the highway like a madman and yanking me over the console.
And drugging me with this kiss.
Hyping me up with the pressure of his erection under me.
Thrilling me with the insanity of his lust burning this hot and insistently on the side of the road.
He wasn’t lying. He did want me. I felt the evidence trapped in his pants, in the greed of his lips against mine, and in the grip of his hands on me, bracing me close and urging me to grind on him.
It was wrong. The speed and ferocity of this degree of raw and carnal need couldn’t be sane or just.
I was still accepting the possibility that this wasn’t a trick. That he wasn’t manipulating me with how quickly he needed me.
It couldn’t be, though. Rubbing down for more friction of my pussy against the bulge in his pants, I grounded myself on how damn real this was.
He couldn’t fake it, nor could I. We were desperate for each other.
I felt it with the press of the hard muscles in his arms wrapped around me, the push of his dick under his clothes, the sting on my scalp as he held my hair and bruised my lips so swollen with his kiss.
I tasted it in the sexy heat of his mouth, his tongue demanding entrance.
I heard it in the growls and fast breath he gave up.
And I smelled the tang of arousal, with my legs splayed over his and my soaked panties with the scent of my cream that I leaked for him.
“Right here,” he growled again after yanking his mouth from mine. “I need you right here.”
I nodded, tugging at his shirt and trying to get our clothes out of the way. The rain in the city that soaked the area by the docks wasn’t helping. His shirt clung to the taut skin of his chest that I wanted to reveal. My garments were just as plastered to me.
“Right now, Mila. I want to see you.” He locked his jaw tight as he stared at me, his chest heaving like he was more animal than man.
Before I could assist, feebly tugging at the hem of his shirt, he wrenched mine up and flung it to the passenger seat I’d vacated. He didn’t waste a second to roughly tug at my bra, snapping the clasp.
My breast fell free, sagging a little without the too-tight binding. They felt heavy, aching under the hot intensity of his stare as he braced his calloused hands on my back and pushed me higher and closer.
“Oh, fuck me, Mila. Fuck me…” He closed his mouth on me there, sealing his lips around my nipple and flicking the tip of his tongue on the hard bud.
“Lev!” I arched my back, shocked at the exquisite pleasure that filled me to the brim.
Like touching a live wire, I was blasted with a current of pure need, of raging desire.
That ache between my legs burned more, and as he held me close and alternated between kissing and sucking my breasts, one at a time, I rubbed down on him, wishing his dick was already inside of me.
Holding on to his head, I rocked against him and tried not to pass out from the rushed race that I was hurtling on to come.
He lowered his hands, not losing the touch of his mouth on my breasts, and urged me to lose my panties and shorts.
I was bare, naked on his lap, and it felt so filthy and naughty.
He was fully clothed, but with one hand, he pushed his pants down.
Against the damp surface of his shirt, the material of his pants lowered, the contrast between us was too clear.
I was naked. Fully exposed. Revealed to him.
But there was no room to fear what he felt and saw.
All the scars that littered my body. Every drop of arousal that he rubbed over me as he fingered me. Before I could get into a rhythm of rocking against his hand so it would hit my clit, he reared back and stared at me with a molten look of raw lust.
“Fuck me, Mila. Ride my cock and fuck me. Now.”
I lowered, biting my lip and nervous that I couldn’t concentrate. That I was so far into this spell of desire that I couldn’t slow down and think and do this right.
“Mila,” he growled, gripping my ass and urging me down. “I need you now.”
“I don’t know how to…” I dipped lower, moaning at the bump of his cockhead against my wet entrance.
“Fuck me,” he ordered.
“I want to, but I’ve never…”
He growled, kissing me harder. “That’s right. You’ve never fucked a man before. Only me. Right now. I want that cunt on my dick, right now.”
I whined, turned on more by the impatience in his strained voice.
Leaning me back with a hard kiss, he slanted me over the steering wheel.
“Watch. Watch how I fill you.” He tipped his hips up, leading me to grab him. I wrapped my fingers around his dick, marveling at the smooth but solid texture. As I ran my fingers up and down, he cursed and shook his head, wild with need. “Now. I want you wrapped around my cock right now.”
Guiding him to my entrance, I watched as I took him in. Slowly, as I relished that now-familiar stretch that both hurt and thrilled me. Steadily, as I sank down on him and let that shaft spread me open.
“Oh, fuck. Lev…” I slumped against him once he was in to the hilt. His dick was wedged up in me as far as he could go, and I swore I felt him everywhere. In every cell of my body, all of them lit up with this heat.
“Fuck me, Mila. Ride my cock.” He pushed his hips up and prompted me to flinch at the extra sensation.
Then as I reveled in the power of being in his lap, of being the one to take charge of pleasuring both of us, I did.
I rode him. I bounced on his cock, getting more used to the up-and-down momentum that pushed me closer to coming.
I set my hands on his shoulders for leverage as I ground down to get a little more friction against my clit.
And I held on tight as he kissed me, demanding that I silence most of my whimpers and moans with his mouth sealed over mine.
Air ceased to matter.
Windows fogged up.
My ass started to sting from the tight grip of his fingers digging into my flesh there.
Trying to let go and embrace the coming orgasm that waited just out of my reach, I fucked him and ignored how shaken I was by this experience.
He was giving me power, tricking me into thinking I was free to fuck him instead of being fucked. As I paced myself and refused to falter, I embraced how intense and charged this experience of fucking him was.
He maintained that tight control over me, telling me what to do.
He didn’t lose his curiosity in me, either, showing me how badly he needed me right here, right now.
It was almost terrifying how much I wanted him and needed this hard fuck, too.
Because as I came on another slide down his big dick, I cried out and bucked against him.
He held me close and thrust up into me twice more until his big cock jerked and twitched so deep inside of me.
Waves of pleasure coursed through me as I shivered on his lap.
Goosebumps spread over his neck as I clung to him and slumped.
Spent and sated and so secure in how we’d come together, I could only do my best to stay upright and relish the pulse of his dick inside me.
Catching my breath as he held me on his lap, I tried not to dwell on how complete he made me feel.
Owned and wanted.
His.
I frowned at the realization that his possession of me wasn’t always a bad thing, not when it ended in explosive intimacy like this.
And I had to wonder if this rugged Mafia man was already reshaping me and conditioning me into a new version of myself. If he was already getting under my skin and changing me more than I could ever want to admit.