fuckin’ cherish you.” He rams the rest of his cock inside me until it hits my cervix, causing me to scream out. While it’s painful, it feels so damn good.
My mind, body, and soul are all adapting. I feel so at ease with him as one hand is wrapped around my throat, the other one digging into my hip as he slams his cock inside me. He adjusts his hips slightly and every time he’s moving inside me, he glides against my G-spot. Warmth builds up at my core and I know I’m tightening around him.
He cackles in the background, moving the arm around my hip to my clit, fluttering his fingers against the hardened nub. “Your pussy’s begging for my cum. I can’t wait until the day I can release my load inside that sweet cunt of yours. You’re mine, baby.”
The tension increases in my pussy as he picks up his pace with his hand and dick. My eyes start to roll in the back of my head as it takes over, euphoria flooding over me, my pussy begging for more while releasing my essence around him.
“Fuck yes, keep cumming for me. Keep it up. I’m not done with you yet, Mouse.”
Good. I want more of this, more of us, and more of what he can make me feel.
Chapter Twenty-One
The cost of kindness is nothing. It’s a simple action that can change the course of a day or even a life.
~ The Oath Company
Mammoth
I can’t describe the happiness that flooded through my body this morning, feeling Riva’s body nestled up against mine in bed. Her head laid on my chest with her hand sprawled across my stomach. It felt good to have her there, so fuckin’ close to me. It really sealed the deal for me, knowing my mind hasn’t been playing tricks on me.
Deep down I had wondered if this was just a phase, if I was simply enamored by her because of not only her beauty, but the fact she is new. Something fresh, an obstacle for me to climb, something for me to chase. It sounds fuckin’ odd, but deep down I knew there was more between us than me chasing after her, having that primal instinct.
She told me she didn’t believe in love at first sight. I suppose I’m the hopeless romantic here, ‘cause I knew there was somethin’ the first time I laid my eyes on her.
Last night sealed the deal, though.
I’m never letting this woman go.
Now we’re standing outside of a brownstone deep in New York. Boss is to my right and Riva’s to my left. A man opens the door, not saying a word but lets us inside. We walk through a five or six-foot walkway, then there’s another door. Yet another man opens it for us and then we walk through, straight into a formal living area. This is obviously a residential place. Deep chestnut woodwork floods through the home, with the most modern colors on the walls and décor.
“You must be the favor caller.” A woman states, narrowing her eyes in on me. She gives me vibes like Lia did back in Philadelphia. She’s wearing a deep purple sweater with black leggings and heels. Her hair is a soft pink, with different tones coursing through it.
“That’s Mammoth,” Boss tells her.
The woman’s eyes drift over to Boss. “You must really care for him to ask for our help.”
“Yes. His club is a great ally to me, and they could be one to you and your parents as well.” Boss tells her.
“We’ll see about that. Follow me. They’re expecting you.” The woman says, going to the right up a massive stairwell. We go to the second floor and I spot a door wide open. In the room there’s a chunky desk with a man sitting down. A blonde woman who appears to be in her early to mid-forties stands to his right, looking out to us.
The pink haired woman leads us into the study, and I hear the door click shut behind us. “Thank you, Bianca.” The woman tells her, smiling.
Bianca walks over to the bay window and takes a seat, keeping her attention on us.
“Boss, a pleasure to see you as always.” The man states. This must be the leader, the head honcho of them all. He’s probably in his mid-fifties . . . I’m guessing. His gray hair and beard could make him appear to be older. Though from the cufflinks on his suit and his Rolex I can tell