His Game by B.L. Brooks
Leo
Ipace my study, snarling every few steps as I wonder when I became this kind of man.
I haven’t worked in four days. I hardly sleep. And every fucking minute I spend with Mila makes me feel as if I’m losing grip on reality. My dick craves to feel her tight little hole sliding up and down my throbbing inches. These past four days have been living hell.
“I think this one will do,” I hear Mila’s soft voice come from the living room, her girlish excitement causing me to smile as I stalk over to the sofa, finding her right where she’s been seated for the last two hours, obediently scowling the web for a birthday gift for her grandmother. Mila’s determined to find something special, she’s made that very clear.
When I brought her home four days ago, I knew what kind of girl I found. And though my dick may be steering the way, I’m in love with Mila. I fucking knew it the second I laid eyes on her. So despite my raging cock and aching balls, I’ve taken the last few days to let her settle in, being sure to take things slow.
It’s been killing me, but Mila seems to be all the more relaxed now. She’s adapted as best as one could who’s never experienced the luxuries of life. My estate comes well equipped with anything the little girl could want. Her need to leave isn’t valid. Staying here only makes sense.
But the more time we spend together, the more I’m starting to trust Mila. From the look in her eyes I tend to get from here and there, I know she doesn’t want to leave, which is only making me give the girl more trust than I ever would this early on.
“I’m glad you found something, baby girl. I’ll have Carlo go pick it up for you,” I inform her, settling down by her side even though with our bodies being so close, it’s killing me.
But I’ve kept up this welcomed torture for days now. Night one, I had Mila in my bed. But I was strong enough to keep my distance, making sure not to touch the forbidden treat laying at my side. And that easily was the hardest night I had been through…until the next night. And the next. And the next.
I’m losing my sanity…
“Thank you again, really,” Mila says softly, chewing on her lip as I lose my damn mind.
“No need to thank me. You tell me what you need and I’ll provide. I’ve made that clear,” I give her a gentle reminder, watching her blush as she keeps fucking around with that bottom lip.
Christ. Four fucking days of watching those lips…those tits…that ass…fuck.
And before I can stop myself and be the better man I know I should be, I lunge forward, sucking that lip out of her pull as my mouth reigns control, getting a feel of her lips I’ve been envisioning back on mine since the night of the game when I stole her away, no intentions to return.
Needing more of Mila, I pin her down, adjusting my hips between her legs as my lips continue with hers, not ever wanting a break. My dick is pressed against her pussy; just a few pieces of clothing between me and her taunting heat my tongue is surely getting to first.
Mila needs me. And if there’s one thing I won’t tolerate, it’s my baby girl needing me and not letting me help her ease the ache. She’s been keeping those legs pinned shut since the moment she arrived. Hell, even before we arrived. I could tell how aroused I was bringing her to be just by looking her way.
“Leo!” Mila gasps, breaking free from the kiss as she remains pinned below.
“I’m done waiting,” I growl, my eyes rolling back as I grind my hips down, feeling her little slit pressing back at me. “I’m done being…good. You know I’m not a good man.” My mouth opens against her throat as I pant, trying to control my dick.
I’ve spent too many days fantasizing about her, thinking the lewdest thoughts I’m not eager to admit. And the longer I’ve waited, the dirtier…the stronger, those thoughts have become.
“Ww-what are you saying? Yes you are,” she whispers.
Tearing my mouth away, I pull up, looking into those burning blue eyes.
“No, baby girl. I’m not,” I grumble. “Because the man you have here is a fucking mobster. I deal dirty, I kill for order and worst of all, I take what the fuck I want…there’s not a decent thing about me and right now, I want something I’m meant to have, Mila.” My tone holds no strain. I’ve had this pictured to the point of driving my nuts to combustion—nearly. I’m close. “And I think you know what’s happening,” I add lowly.
She flushes, just as I knew baby girl would. “Y-you want me...don’t you.” Mila says a question but claims it as a statement as she holds her eyes on mine.
I rear up, grinding my hips in, giving her the answer needed.
“Ohhh, Mila, baby. Wanting you couldn’t be further than what I felt when my eyes met that fine ass. I need you here, baby girl. And if I come to admit my needs…well, I think it could scare you. Now that you’re here, I want to be sure to do all I can to keep it that way.”
My eyes are caught on her nipples now as they rise, hardening into two tight points, teasing me…
“I promise I won’t be scared,” she whispers, looking like a fucking goddess that’s making every second unbearable here. “Please. Just tell me.” Her eyes showing a need I’ve been slowly simmering for days.
“No,” I growl, having enough of this. Pushing up from the sofa, I lift baby girl up, cradling her warm, soft body as she shoots me a look of disappointment.
She can wait.
I plan to turn that look of disappointment into that innocent, needy look I’ve come to love when Mila shows it off.
Reaching the stairwell, I take the steps two at a time, careful with my strides as I have my little feather in my arms.
It’s as if Mila’s frozen as she remains quiet, anticipating what’s next. I know it.
Keeping the silence, I carry her into our bedroom, lowering her down on the bed.
The soft side of me—the restrained side—is gone. I grab the flap of her yoga pants, tearing them down to her knees, just as I’ve pictured endless times. Mila wears these fucking things every day, all different colors…all shaping that ass of hers.
I yank her panties down to her knees, keeping the bunch in place as I spread her legs slightly apart, getting a view of that pussy while regaining my stance, ripping my shirt off along with my slacks as I keep my eyes fixed on her tight pink slit, nearly sparkling in the light.
God damn.
She flushes, then attempts closing her legs but a snarl comes out of me in response, sending the warning she needs as she reopens them, giving me my view as I finally rid the last piece of my clothing.
“So small, Mila…so untouched,” I growl, my cock on display, speared forward as my eyes finally pull up to meet her nervous stare. “Baby girl shaved?”
“I, I uh…I thought that maybe we would get here…I just didn’t want to be unprepared for my first…” She trails off, closing her eyes as her embarrassment clears over.
“First time?” I growl as my cock’s reminded of the virgin in my bed. “You wanted to be nice and smooth for me. Didn’t you, baby girl?”
I find satisfaction as she slowly nods back, tensing up as her small hands try covering her tits and failing miserably.
I nearly chuckle. The only thing that’ll cover those beauties is my own fucking hands taking hold.
“I like you nice and smooth for my mouth, baby. You want me eating that tight little kitten until she purrs for me, giving me what you so badly need…a release.” I drop to my knees, getting a closer view. My nostrils flare as Mila’s breaths pick up, her pussy remaining to look like the slick spot of sticky juices I’ve been waiting to drink up.
She nods slowly once again, remaining silent. And it’s time I hear that innocent voice.
“Good girl, Mila. You’re ready for me. But first, show me where it aches,” I rasp, my balls cinching up tight as she blushes.
Then with a moment of hesitation, she slowly begins trailing a hand down her front, listening just as she should. “T-there…it hurts there.” She barely reaches her mound as her hand stops short at her waist.
“Not good enough, baby girl. You have to show me where you want my tongue.” Mila’s eyes light up, excited and fearful in an instant. “Here?” I growl, lingering my lips over her mound as I inhale, taking in her unclaimed scent.
“Leo!”
“Ah, so I’m right?” I coo, taking in another sharp breath as my eyes stay on hers. “Should I only kiss you here?”
Her whimpers pour out as she shakes her head no. “Down more,” she directs, trailing her fingers lower as they reach her slit.
“Here,” she whispers, trembling on the bed. “It’s here…please.”
“Open it for me, baby girl. Let me see where you want my tongue,” I guide her as her clit remains out of sight, tucked tightly into that sweet pink flesh.
Squeezing her eyes shut, I watch as she takes a breath and forces two fingers to her pussy, spreading her lips open enough to give me a view of that red little clit that’s been waiting. Waiting patiently.
I give her throbbing bud a soft tap, sending her eyes wide open as she squeals out, coming alert.
“Have you been trying to make this kitty purr without me, Mila?” My mind revolts against the idea as I ask the fucking question.
“No!” she cries out as I lean in, kissing her tight nub, giving it a lick as I ease the sting from my digits.
“That’s right, baby girl. Because only I touch this kitty,” I rasp, my jaw clenching tight. “Tell me, Mila. Tell me I’m the only one to touch this pussy,” I demand.
“O-only you, Leo,” she whimpers, her eyes rolling back as my sweet little virgin looks so lost under my direction.
I shift back to her slit, my tongue jolting out as I give her creamy folds another lick, causing Mila’s cries to erupt as she raises her hands, burying them into my hair—attempting to pull me out.
But after my tongue rushes up and down, she gives into the pleasure, pushing me in as she takes me right where she needs me.
Moving up to her clit, sucking it hard as I groan at her sweet, tangy musk. I growl, drawing a hand up as I run a digit around Mila’s entrance, slowly pushing my way inside.
“Ohhhhhhh,” she trembles out and squirms, enjoying it as I press in harder, entering just the barest inch. A groan escapes me as I’m loving how tight she is, though fucking hating it on the other hand as her tight little pussy throttles my finger.
Baby girl will hurt taking in my cock—eight inches of pure steel in need of being pressed inside there so bad, my dick is nearly wet from the pre-cum rolling out.
“The pain…it’s building, Leo,” Mila whines.
My thick digit now gliding in and out of her softly, all while my tongue keeps focus on her pulsing bud. It doesn’t take long for her thighs to tense up, signaling impending release. I pull back, ripping away from her grasping hands as she’s on the brink of coming for me.
“Leo! Don’t stop,” Mila whimpers like the sad little girl she is. But one thing I’ll instill in baby girl is patience. And now’s a better time than ever to begin our lessons.
“Mila, baby. I don’t want you crying now. I will give you what you need.” I force myself away as I walk around the corner of the bed, positioning myself for what I have in mind to be the perfect spot for what’s next.
“Soon, you will get your release, baby girl. But first, I need something from you.” She gulps as I stand tall above her. “I need you to suck me a little. You think you can do that for me?” My tone gravelly as I picture her sucking me off.
I take a knee on the bed, shifting to where my dick is hanging just above her parted mouth.
“Yes,” Mila whispers, then takes another gulp. “I-I can do it.”
“That’s my girl,” I praise, readjusting as I bring the tip of my cock to the edge of her lips. “Just a little is all that’s needed. Don’t take too much now.”
I’m prepared to give her direction all fucking night if I have to. And I know I will.
Keeping my eyes on Mila’s, I feed her the tip of my cock, slowly pushing it inside as I move a hand down to her dripping pussy, resuming to swirling my digits around her throbbing little bud.
“That’s it, baby girl. Just a little,” I groan, feeling her timid mouth sucking my tip as I slowly start to push more inside, enjoying the feeling mixed with the taste of her sweetness stirring around in my mouth, turning me into this slavering, desperate animal.
“Fuck. Suck it sweetly. You’re an innocent little thing taking her first dick, aren’t you now?”
Mila moans, her eyes peeking open at me as I watch my cock spread her lips wide apart.
I slide two fingers down to her entrance, pushing inside as Mila’s whines pour out, tightening her lips around my cock. I give it another push in as Mila takes it, sucking so hard now I don’t know if I’ll last beyond a few more soft suckles.
“Yeah, you’re gonna swallow it. All of it,” I bark.
The demand works, seeming to set her off as her pussy goes tight, her clit pulsing as she begins coming on my digits playing inside of her.
Mila’s orgasm crashes down hard, her body tensing as if she’s paralyzed, though keeping that mouth of hers moving as my balls draw tight watching baby girl come.
Like the good girl she is, she takes my load down as my cock explodes, shooting hot, thick streams of cum into her eager mouth as she’s mid-orgasm.
“Fuck. Take it, baby,” I moan, releasing so much cum I feel I’m on the verge of passing out. Needing a new pace, I rip my cock out from her lips, grinning as she moans when I pull away. Her body shudders as I remove my fingers from her juicy hole, sliding down on the bed as without warning, I shove my cock inside Mila’s opening, the small release nowhere enough to satisfy me.
“Ah!” Mila gasps, her small hands grasping at my shoulders as she trembles. “Leo!” she wails, finding her grip.
Getting an inch inside her tight squeezed hole, I press in slowly, grinding my jaw as I penetrate her wet body, the muscles of her pussy resisting my advance.
“I’ll go slow,” I grate, though I’m not certain how sure I am of that as my cock is in heaven, making me want to thrust in so—
A pounding on my front door starts, evoking a growl from me as whoever it is can go ahead and fuck off.
“Leo, someone’s here,” Mila freezes, her words bringing me to realize I still don’t give a shit. I’m not done here.
And I’m feeling ready to murder anyone who tries stopping me.
“Leo Vendetti! Get the fuck out here!” I hear Cole, my brother, shout from outside.
What the fuck is he doing here? Fuck. I suppose murder is off the table.
“It’s dad! He needs you!”
As Cole’s words reach up to us, I begin rethinking why my bedroom is located above the front door. As much as it pains me now, I pull out of Mila, who instantly sits up and begins looking around frantically.
“We need to go.” My voice is stern as I look her dead in the eyes, then help her up to her feet as we get dressed to find out what the fuck is going on.
