Rafael
I fall onto her back, catching my weight on my elbows, then withdraw my cock, roll onto my back, and pull her on top of me. After positioning my weeping cock at her dripping hole, I stuff myself back inside her.
My hand finds her hair while her dainty fingers glide over my tattoos. “I like this one best,” she whispers sleepily. The tip of her finger follows the ink spelling “Oliver” over the center of my chest.
“Mmm, I thought you might.” I kiss the top of her head.
“I was worried you’d left to be with her,” she admits, then lifts her head to face me.
“Kendal?” I question, already knowing the answer.
She nods, a flush covers her cheeks, and I’m satisfied that she’s jealous, maybe she feels just as strongly as I do.
“She was nothing. Just a fuck.”
She swallows. “What am I, then?”
I tuck her locks behind her ear and answer her truthfully. “You’re mine. You belong to me.”
“I won’t share you, Rafael. I don’t want to be a whore, no matter how much I approve of in the bedroom.”
“Just the bedroom?” I lift my eyebrow playfully.
“You know what I mean.”
I nod. “She’s gone. She won’t return, and when I say you’re mine, I’m yours too.” Her shoulders slacken. “Only yours.” She bites into her lip to fight the smile creeping on her face.
We lie in a comfortable silence, and I wonder what she’s thinking. I know she’s holding back, no doubt the appearance of Kendal plaguing her thoughts. As much as I hate it, I’ve no control over her existence, but if she becomes an issue, I’ll put a bullet in her head and deal with the fallout with her family after.
“My mother, she killed herself.” I feel her swallow against my chest and my arms band around her protectively, hating the way her emotions bleed from her like a wound I can’t fix. “My father had lots of affairs, women of all ages. She hated being the other woman, being second best.” Her words hit me like a shot to my heart, leaving me speechless, unable to do anything but listen to the wobble in her voice as she speaks. “I always told myself, I’d never be second best. That I always deserved to be more, my children too. You know?” She lifts her head to search my face, and I can only nod, my mouth dry at the enormity behind her words. “To know my worth.”
Unshed tears fill her eyes and pain lances through my chest as I realize my inability to cure her sadness. So instead, I try to reassure her with the truth from somewhere deep inside me. I take a hold of her chin between my fingers, our eyes lock, and I tell her my truth.
“You’re worth every-fucking-thing.” The intensity behind my words has her throat working and my heart pounding erratically, because in that truth, I know she’s worth so much more than me, but that’s the one thing I refuse to give her. She will never be free from me, she’s mine.
We stare at one another for what feels like a lifetime, then she licks her lips. “What about your mother?”
I clear away the odd, scratchy sensation taking over my throat. “My father killed my mother.”
Her delicious little mouth falls open, forcing me to chuckle, and I feel the need to reassure her, as always. “It’s the Mafia way.” I shrug as I brush off the pain behind his actions.
“Do you know why?”
“No. I never wanted to know. I guess I always wanted to see my father as the man I respected, and I worried his response would cause me to hate him.”
Her eyes glisten, and I fidget at the clawing inside me over not knowing how to make her feel better. It’s one thing to have her crying for me when I fuck her. That comes from a place of our fucked-up pleasure, but it’s another thing when her tears come from sadness, something I hate.
“At least we’re broken together, Rafael.” A sad smile encompasses her face, and I will it to expand, to become a smile of joy instead of solitude.
“I’ll always fix you, Little Doll.” I lean forward and place a gentle kiss on her forehead, meaning every word, no matter how much the gnawing feeling of dread wells inside my stomach at saying them.
She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth, and a satisfied smile sits on her face as she rests her head back on my chest, then traces the tattoo of Oliver’s name.
“Did you love Oliver’s mother?”
“No,” I snap back without thought. My heart hammering at the turn of conversation.
“Never?”
“No.”
“Then why did you marry her?”
I sigh and throw my head back against the pillow, pissed I’m having to have this conversation with her while my cock is still stuffed inside her tight cunt.
“It was an arranged marriage. It’s common practice in the Mafia.”
She nods, no doubt already aware of this; she’s friends with Jade, and it’s obvious the girls chat about this shit.
“You don’t like to talk about her?”
“No. I like my little doll’s tit filling my mouth, so climb up here and let me see if I can suck it all in.”
Her brown eyes flare with arousal, and her pussy clenches around my cock, so I know I’ve changed the course of conversation.
The flush travels down her face and over her chest, and when my cock slips from her pussy, it weeps from the loss. I grip her ass and force her to straddle me, hardening at the wetness coating my torso due to her pussy dripping with my cum.
She pushes her hair over one shoulder and lowers her chest to my mouth. Tilting my head back, I give her room to place her delicate tit against my lips. Then I grip her soft flesh and push it into my mouth, sucking it roughly to leave my mark. My tongue works over the tip of her nipple and plays with the surrounding tenderness, delighting in the mewls of appreciation that leave her lips.
“Mmm, wait until Daddy is feeding from you, Little Doll. Wait until I drink my milk from these little tits.” I pump her tit as if milking her. My cock spurts pre-cum over my abs, and my balls draw up with need. Fuck me, she’s incredible.
“I want to feed you, Daddy.”
A groan rumbles in my chest at her admission.
“Play with your clit, Little Doll. Get yourself off while you feed your daddy.” She grips my hair with one hand while quickly maneuvering to give herself access to her pussy. My eyes roll when she humps my chest as she rubs against me and her hand works in time with her, circling her clit while her eyes become heavy.
“I like you tasting me, Daddy.”
My hips buck and I grunt as my cock throbs painfully on her words. I wrap my free hand around my cock and close my eyes and imagine her full with my baby while I take milk created for our firstborn from her tit.
Other than needing an heir and doing what is expected of me as a made man, I never imagined having children with anyone, definitely not with the bitch Oliver got dealt as a biological mother. But with Ellie, I want that. I want that so fucking bad it consumes me. She whimpers softly as I suck hard on her pointed nipple as if pulling milk from her.
Our breathing becomes labored, and she writhes, moaning as her wetness coats my chest. The thought of my cum dripping from her pussy while she feeds me sends me into a frenzy.
“Daddy, I’m going to come on you. Take my milk, please take it.”
I tug her nipple between my teeth and suck away the bite, and my fist works faster while tightening my grip on my cock like a vise.
Her small body tenses, and the grip she has on my hair pinches my scalp as she erupts, and I explode, sending spurts of cum over my stomach, creating a victorious mess.
Spent, I release her tit, and she slumps on my chest. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Little Doll.” I kiss the top of her head. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Look in there. I have something for you.” I nod toward the drawers beside the bed, and she leans over and opens it. She removes the small pink pussy plug I bought to ensure she is kept full, and stares at it. Turning it over in her hand, I chuckle at the look of confusion on her face.
“It’s to plug your pussy. To make sure you stay full of me. Now, give it to me, lie back, and open your legs.” My firm voice leaves no room for argument, and she slips it into my hand, then lays back. Using her hands, she spreads her legs apart for me. The sight of her swollen pussy seeping my seed is a vision of beauty. I glide the plug through the remnants of my cum and push it inside her, determined to keep my seed nestled deep enough to take form. Her pussy clenches around it as I slide it into place. “You’re to do this after every time I fill you, do you understand? It’ll ensure I force my baby inside you.”
She nods, almost robotically, and I smirk at her stunned reaction.
I need my little doll to breed for me, to ensure our future together, and with that thought in mind, I close my eyes and imagine our future with her by my side.