Saved Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle

Gavin

My head feels like it’s full of cotton and is spinning wildly, but I don’t want this high to disappear before I have a chance to make Clara feel as good as she just made me feel. That was incredible, the way her tongue lapped at me, how she took every inch of me and seemed like she wanted more.

I want to do the same for her.

We’re both dripping wet, and I’m leaving footprints on the floor as I carry her to the bed, but I don’t give a shit and I don’t think that my brother will, either. This house will have to be gutted and repaired, and some water damage on the floor is the least of his worries.

“I love you,” I tell her, putting her on the bed and climbing on next to her. “Do you understand that, Clara? I love you like I’ve never loved anyone in my life.”

I run a line of kisses from her stomach up to her mouth. She doesn’t answer but she kisses me back, pulling me to her by wrapping her arms around me and digging her nails into her back.

My sweet Clara likes a little bit of pain with her pleasure, I’ve noticed, and I can’t say that I hate it. I want to make her feel the best that she can, and if she wants me to give her some pain while I push her over the edge, I can do that.

I’ll do anything for her.

“Tell me you love me,” I command, pulling back from her and sinking a finger into her wet core. Her body arches immediately and she lets out a soft moan, her head turning so that her eyes are locked on me. “I’m serious, Clara. I want to hear you say it.”

“I love you,” she gasps out, and I circle her clit, enjoying the way she screws her eyes shut like she honestly can’t handle what’s happening to her body. I know how to make my girl feel good and there’s no way in hell that I’m ever going to stop. “I love when you touch me, I love when you make me laugh.” She pauses, panting, then forces herself to continue. “I love knowing that you’re going to keep me safe.”

“Always,” I promise her, pulling my fingers from her and licking them slowly. “You’re heaven, you know that?”

Her lips curl into a smile. “So you say.”

“Taste.” I put my fingers in front of her and wait while she obediently opens her mouth and lets me rest them on her tongue. At first, she’s quiet, then she grabs my wrist to hold it in place while sucking my fingers. The way she laps at them, running her tongue up and down them, makes me think about her mouth on my cock and I’m hard again.

“Not bad,” she says, a cheeky grin making me smile in return. “But I enjoyed sucking your cock more.”

“Did you?” Moving quickly, I shift my weight off of her and grab her by the hips, flipping her over so that she lands on her hands and her knees. She’s so small, so light, and it’s delightful to think that I can move her around like this and take her any way that I want. “You liked my cock in your mouth?”

She nods and I grab her hair, fisting it and pulling back so that she has to turn her head and look at me. “But do you like it in your sweet pussy better?”

“I do.” Her eyes are wide and her cheeks pink with desire. Letting go of her, I grab her hips and pull her back while I get on my knees. My cock presses against her, demanding entrance, and she moans, rocking back on me.

Her skin is red from the hot shower. Her breasts are perfect and I lean forward, cupping one while I kiss along her back. “I want to fuck you so hard that you forget your name,” I tell her, sitting up and rubbing her ass. She moans, wiggling it at me, then cries out when I smack her.

“I want you to take your spanking like a good girl, Clara.” Again I spank her, this time harder, and she whimpers a little bit, but she’s dripping wet for me. She can’t help the fact that she wants me to fuck her, that this turns her on more than anything in the world. “And then I’m going to make you cum. I want you to always cum with my cock in you, do you understand? You deserve to feel good, Clara, and I’m going to do it for you.”

“Please,” she pants, rocking back and rubbing herself on my head. I’m holding her tight enough by the hips that she can’t quite force me to enter her, but it’s taking all of my self-control not to fuck her right now. “Please, take me, Gavin. Don’t make me wait for your cock another moment.”

I don’t want to make her wait, and I’m not sure that I can, either. Grabbing her hips, I slip into her, slamming forward. She takes every inch of me, screaming as I fill her, her head thrown back and her body arching under the sensation.

“You fit my cock perfectly,” I tell her, moving slowly until the two of us find our rhythm. “It’s like you were made for me.”

She nods, gulping in air, her fingers twisted in the covers on the bed. Clara is doing her best to hang on for dear life, but I’m going to push her over the edge, no matter what.

“I was made for you,” she pants, and I pull out, holding my bulb right at her entrance.

It almost kills me to wait, but I really love to see my girl squirm.

“Please,” she begs, squirming under my grip. “Please, Gavin.”

“You’re mine,” I tell her, inching forward so that my bulb enters her. “Tell me.”

“I’m yours.” She’s barely holding it together and I know that it’s not going to take much more to push her over the edge. “You saved me, Gavin. You protected me, you make me whole. I belong to you, only to you.!”

That’s it. She’s saying just what I want her to and I reward her by filling her again, my cock in and out of her so smoothly that it’s like we really were designed to be together. We’re perfect, every part of us fitting together like a puzzle piece, and Clara screams as I drag her closer to the edge.

She’s going to shatter into a million little pieces and fall to the bed, but I’m here to pick her up and put her back together, and now that I have her, I’m going to make sure that nothing hurts her again.

The pressure at the base of my of my spine is too much to bear. I feel like I’m coming apart at the joints and I slam forward one more time, pushing us both over the edge.

Clara screams, the sound rolling out of her, and then falls to the bed. I collapse next to her, curling my body around her protectively to keep anything from hurting her. She’s panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she comes down from the pleasure I just gave her.

We lay there together for a long time. Outside the bedroom, we can hear people moving around as they handle the bodies in the house and start the cleanup process, but nobody comes to the room to check on us. They don’t bother us, and in the quiet when I’m holding Clara, I feel happier than I ever have.