Chapter 18 Nina
NINA
I don’t want to stop him. The opposite, in fact.
Arousal flares through me, new and even hotter than before. Despite the orgasm he gave me, I want more.
“My perfect temptress.”
He’s braced over me, and suddenly I feel very small. His shoulders block out the light from the windows. I guessed that Blake was big, and saw it when he was fully clothed. But naked, and over me, his chest hairs brushing against my over-sensitised nipples, makes our size difference vivid.
It would be scary. It should be. But it’s Blake, and I trust this man entirely.
I’m also crazy with desire.
I roll my hips up against the solid bar of his erection, and the weight of his body.
“My beautiful girl,” he murmurs, and dips his head to kiss me.
I strain to reach him and the bastard teases me with the lightest of kisses before pulling back to look into my face.
“I mean it. I want to fuck you raw, Bunny. I want nothing between us and to come inside you, filling you up with my seed until you’re overflowing with it. And I want the consequences.”
I don’t understand…
The corner of his mouth hitches up. “You, pregnant.”
My brain stutters. He can’t have said what I think he did.
“Then baby bunnies. Lots of them. Children for me to spoil and care for.” He strokes his knuckles over my cheek in a gesture that’s just like him. Power and brutal strength under absolute control that makes his touch feather-light.
I whimper and turn my face into his hand, kissing desperately at his palm. Maybe this is a trick, or a dream. But if that’s the price of having my first time with this man who is everything to me, then okay.
I nod, agreeing. Scared to admit how much I long for this.
The desire for Blake was there from the beginning, and has grown with each moment we’ve spent together. There’s no denying that I belong to Blake, body, heart, and soul. He might be arrogant, difficult, deadly, and going to break me in every way. But I love him.
It’s a strange insight to make when you’re tied up and having filthy talk about being bred poured into your ear, but Blake and I haven’t done things normally.
“I want to breed you, little bunny.” He lowers his head, and I moan as he brushes his lips over mine, as soft as a whisper.
“I was patient, but you’re mine. You’re my reason for living.
I’ve been so alone without you. Now all I can think about is you, and the family we’ll have together,” he says hoarsely. “You’re my love.”
He pauses, and my heart does its best to try to beat right out of my chest, smashing against my ribs.
“Say you want that too. That you feel this rightness between us. That when I touch you…” he runs his hand down my face and to my throat, clasping me there. Warm. Possessive. “You feel our connection. Like you’re mine.”
All I’m capable of is a needy little sound.
“Bunny.” He squeezes my neck very slightly. My eyes fly open, I gasp in air, and he releases me. He holds himself away, and it’s instantly cool where he’s opened up the gap. “Use your words.”
I wanted to be wild. This is the wildest adventure I could ever have dreamed of.
It’s risky. He’s a powerful mafia boss.
But being with Blake is finally really living.
“Yes. Breed me.” I want him. I’ll take him in every way he’ll have me.
“Thank fuck,” he groans. “I think I’d have died if you’d said no.”
I’ll never refuse him anything.
I keep that thought to myself though, because I might be half in love with Blake, but I’m not an idiot. I’m aware he has all the power.
He rubs the flat of his cock against my open slit, and it’s embarrassing how wet I am.
“You’re overflowing,” he murmurs, sounding smug.
“You licked me,” I point out breathlessly.
“I did.” Reaching up, he runs his fingers lightly down my inner arm, where the skin is soft and ticklish. I squirm and giggle, and he grins.
“That’s it. I’m going to have you so relaxed and distracted that you take me with no problem.”
I’m instantly sober. “You think you’re too big?”
He seems enormous to me, but I have nothing to compare to.
Slowly, he shakes his head. “You and I were made to fit together. It’ll be tight at first, but I promise you will enjoy it every single time I fuck you.” He pauses, then adds more quietly, “When we make love.”
I don’t have time to consider why he says that, because he notches the helmet of his cock into my slick folds, and I throb where we touch. Then his cock nudges up, over my clit, sending pleasure flaring into me. The move is easy because I’m soaked for him.
He groans.
“Open your legs wider for me, Bunny,” he rasps, and I strain my inner thigh muscles to obey.
He isn’t entirely resting his weight on me, but there’s enough, heavy and reassuring as he brings the tip of his erection back to where I’m aching for him.
I writhe, trying to get more, and his breathing goes deep and shaky, as though he’s hanging onto his sanity.
“I’m yours, Blake,” I whisper. My own confession.
“Mine,” he growls, and pushes.
I thought I was prepared. But his blunt, hot rod spears me, and there’s no denying it hurts for a second.
“Good girl, yes, good girl,” Blake murmurs as he kisses my cheeks and lips. “You’re doing so well. See why I needed to lick you and make you come first?”
Entirely.
He’s huge, and even though every part of my pussy is sopping wet, my body is struggling to accommodate him.
“That’s it. You’re so tight, you feel amazing. My good girl,” he murmurs, and somehow I know that’s true, but he’s saying it for me. To reassure me. And that’s freeing.
Then he’s moving, slowly easing out then in, and I’m loosening around him, getting used to the invasion.
The pinch of hurt recedes, and gradually, it’s white sparks of bliss where we join.
Pleasure starts with the friction between us, but soon it’s flowing outwards.
I pick up his rhythm, shifting my hips with him, and he hisses through gritted teeth.
“You’re determined to make me lose control, aren’t you?” he grunts, increasing his pace.
It’s like being massaged from the inside out. As though my clit is being stimulated from underneath, and my body was made to fit with Blake’s.
I have to hold back a cry that I love him. The words are so close.
“Yes,” I say instead, and try to put a bit of sass into the word.
There’s a gleam in his eyes as he pushes up on his hands, off me.
A wordless sound of dismay rips from my throat as he pulls out. I’m stretched, helpless, on the bed. I couldn’t stop him if he deserted me, horny and naked and wanting him.
“It’s okay, Bunny, I’m not leaving you,” he says hoarsely. “I’m going to make it even better. Trust me.”
I nod, because what else can I do?
And against all the odds, I trust Blake.
He kneels between my legs and pulls me so my bottom is on his lap and my thighs are sprawled over his. From my position lying flat on my back, my hands tethered, I’m still utterly at his mercy. Perhaps more than before, because he stretches me even wider.
“You’re beautiful, Nina. Spread before me like a feast. All mine.”
My heart throbs at his possessive words.
“You are too,” I say softly. And it’s true. I loved the weight of him on me, but seeing him above me has its own specialness.
He smiles down, his green eyes soft. But I can’t help but admire other parts of him that are so good in real life.
His erection, proud, veined, sticks up, thick and glistening with my juices.
It’s so big it covers his belly button and there’s a masculine trail of hair upwards and his abs.
All mouth watering. Every part of him is delicious and perfectly put together. And strong.
He grips his length and rubs his thumb over the glans at the top.
“I like to see you. I want to watch you come this time, and this angle allows me to admire your lovely cunt.” He slides his other hand between my legs and strokes over my clit, sending waves of bliss into me.
But I’m empty. I’m desperate to be filled with him. “Blake, please.”
“You want this cock in you again?” He moves his hands on both of us simultaneously. Totally in control. Stroking his shaft and rubbing my clit.
I flick my gaze back to his face, and he’s lit with amusement. I blush, but the truth is undeniable. I nod.
“My pretty, needy, little bunny.”
I whimper. “Please.”
“That’s it, beautiful girl,” he says affectionately. “My good girl. I’ll fuck you since you ask so nicely.”
Then he’s angling his cock down so he can slide into me, a slow, easy glide stretching and filling me up.
It’s as intense as the first time, Blake keeping his eyes on mine and his thumb circling my clit, driving me higher as he tilts his hips backwards and forwards to tease us both with just his tip at my entrance.
I’m so sensitive there, each quick thrust causes a prick of discomfort that makes the sensation of the pleasure even better.
He grabs the back of my knee and lifts it so my ankle is on his shoulder and he fucks into me, and the change of angle brings him deeper. In long thrusts, he continues stroking me from the inside and out.
“Sweet girl. My bunny,” he murmurs hoarsely as he presses a kiss to the arch of my foot. “Come for me again before I spill into you.”
The muscles on his arms are taut with holding himself in check. For me, I realise.
This is all for me.
Being the focus of his attention—maybe even his obsession—spirals me higher. And his fingers are intent on my clit as he switches to short thrusts of the enormous head of his cock, at my entrance so there’s no letup in the sensation. He’s driving into me, hard and fast.
His green eyes are fixed on me.
He lowers his voice to a demanding growl. “Be a good girl for me and come on my cock.”