CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
MATHIAS
The clasp of Allie’s hot cunt on my fingers makes my dick jerk for attention. Pre-cum dampens the trapped head straining against my slacks.
She voiced her commitment to our arrangement. To me. Without the weight of her terrible roommate or a messy apartment bearing down on her.
“Lay back, but keep your eyes on me,” I order as I suck my fingers clean of her sweet cream and unbutton my slacks with the other hand. My shoes get kicked to the side before I fling the rest of my clothing off, too.
Every night, she falls asleep in my bed.
Fully clothed in flimsy pajamas.
And each time, I grit my teeth and restrain the urge to bury my cock in her soft body—all in the name of letting her adjust. I pleasure her with my hands. With my mouth. But we're past that now.
Both naked.
Both hungry for more.
Stroking myself, I allow my gaze to lazily roam over the beautiful pale curves laid before me like a gourmet feast for prisoners on death row.
Allie will be my last meal.
The first woman I've ever claimed for myself.
The last woman I'll ever fuck.
“How sweet you look… My prized little Angel wet and needy for a bastard like me.” Her swollen pussy contracts around nothing at the sound of my voice. So responsive. So eager to be stuffed full.
Allie licks her lips while her clouded stare bounces between my thick cock and my face before landing somewhere above my head as a scarlet blush stains her skin from cheeks to cunt.
“I've never…” Her throat works through a nervous swallow. “I've never done this before. Except with a… a dildo,” she admits, her voice cracking on the last word.
With her glasses magnifying her pretty blue eyes, she looks even more innocent. A sacrifice to my barbaric cravings.
Satisfaction seeps into my bones. Soothes the feral beast clawing to the surface. The one desperate to pump the innocent pussy before me with its first cock. To drown it in my hot seed.
“Quel plaisir de vous voir… A pure little virgin. My Angel to fuck and debauch.”
She whimpers at the promise.
“Tell me, dirty girl, was your dildo as large as me?” Her gaze unerringly finds my cock, my fist wrapped tightly around the base, pointing it directly at her cunt.
“N-No,” she stutters.
“Are you sure? Perhaps we should test it.” I step closer, notching the head at her entrance before dropping my hands to her hips. The fleshy love handles push between my fingers, and I love the give of her body. It begs me to sink into its warm comforts.
How can I refuse its plea?
The answer is I fucking can't . I thrust forward, burying myself deep until my pelvis rubs against her swollen clit.
“Mathias!” Her nails scratch at my arms, the island, anything for purchase.
Rearing back, I plunge forward again, harder.
“Tell me, when you pleasured yourself in the dark of the night, did that measly sex toy stretch your tight little cunt like my fat cock? Did it make you burn? Did it make you drip and soak your mattress?” I ask with filthy curiosity.
I batter in and out of her giving body, each pounding thrust causing a ripple effect on her bountiful curves. Her heavy breasts bouncing. Her belly wobbling. I eat up the view—devouring her with my eyes—and feel a moment of regret for not feasting on her juicy little pussy first.
“No, it didn't... It didn't feel like this. I've never felt like this, Mathias.”
Each word sounds like it’s pulled from the depths of her, and that's where I want to be, embedded inside the very fabric of Allie's being, owning every single atom of her delicious body and soul.
My sweet little submissive.
Mine . Mine. Mine.
Unbearable pleasure shoots straight to my dick, and with one final thrust, I roar my release, stuffing her full of thick ropes of cum, our combined juices seeping out between us in an obscene display.
“I'm the only man who will ever make you feel this way. You belong to me, Allie Angel.” My thumb drops to her clit, and it doesn't take long before she comes again, her orgasm sucking my balls dry.
Using my grip on her hips, I slide her into my arms, and carefully stumble until my back hits the closet wall, and I slip to the floor, cradling her to my chest.
Our hearts beat rapidly as one, our lungs struggling to drag in a full breath. It's harsh, and raw, but euphoric.
Allison is mine, completely, finally .
“Tell me about your mother,” she whispers, and I stiffen at the unexpected inquiry.
“Why?”
“Because I already know about your father. Because you know so much about me… I feel like you’re still a mystery.”
Rubbing circles on her back, I consider her question. She has a right to know; I’m not hiding anything from her. But talking about my family puts me in a sour mood, and I’m not ready to lose my peace after coming in her sweet body.
“Please, Mathias.”
Fuck. I can’t deny her anything, especially when she pleads so softly.
“My mother was a selfish woman. She abandoned me to Conrad once my father ended their arrangement. She washed her hands of us and never looked back. I have no idea where she is, or even if she’s still alive.”
“I’m sorry,” Allie murmurs, kissing my chest, then moving higher to kiss the cross tattoo on my neck. All of the Blackchapel Bastards got them years ago to seal our commitment to each other.
“Don’t be. While I hated Conrad and his lessons, one good thing came of it—my brothers.”
“You love them.”
“They’re my family. Not the two people whose DNA I happen to share.”
She wiggles closer and sighs. “I’m envious, you know. I wanted to build a strong support system of friends who became family. I thought Bailey would always be there, but I chose poorly.”
“Don’t say that. You didn’t know she’d turn on you. At one point, she treated you well, or else you never would have stayed as loyal as you did. That’s an admirable quality, not a weakness.” I squeeze her tighter, hating the self-deprecating way she views herself.
“If you say so…” Changing the subject, she mutters, “Tasha’s going to have a field day with me tomorrow.”
“A lot has happened, but she’s equipped to help you through your feelings. And if she’s not, then we’ll find someone who is.”
“I don’t want a new therapist, Mathias.”
Using my hold on Allie to close the inches of space between us, I grin. “Good, then you'll make it work. Talk about whatever you need to, but keep your involvement with the Blackchapel Bastards vague. All she needs to know is that you're safe and in the care of an extremely handsome man.”
Allie playfully punches my arm at that last part, and I grunt from the light impact.
“You're pretty feisty for a woman who just lost her virginity.”
“Orgasms give me a second wind,” she teases.
“Hmm… Sounds like a challenge to wear you out. Why don't we take a hot bath together?” I hoist her higher in my arms and carefully stand before heading toward the bathroom. “I'll even clean your sore pussy with my tongue.”
Allie's laughter is a breath of fresh air. It sweeps away the brutal childhood memories made at Blackchapel Manor and replaces them with joyful ones.
“Such a gentleman.”
I turn my head to whisper in her ear. “For you? Always.”