Not simply a reason to die.
The Cosa Nostra.
My brothers—they were always good—worthy—reasons to die.
Needing to be inside her while she steals my breath in her mouth, while death warrens through my brain, I unbuckle my belt, hissing at the urgency. I should have woken her up earlier. Fucked her thoroughly.
There is no time.
Her hands fall above her head, where I pin them to the mattress, my weight pressing on her wrists as I release my cock.
Breaking our kiss, I look down and circle the glistening outer folds of her pretty pussy with the crown of my erection.
She is slightly parted and slick as always. Such a beautiful gift for me. Pink. Glistening. A thin, soft coat of lovely blonde hair. My hips rock back and forth as I view her pussy stretching wide, sheathing me until I'm completely swallowed by her. The sensation demands a whimper to break from her lips. Her eyes roll back.
"No one else will ever be inside you like this," I state, luring her eyes to gaze down at the way I fill her snug opening. I push her thighs to the mattress; her legs slip open easily. "Such a pretty, agile body. See how you swallow my cock, sweet girl? Accept me inside your pretty body? You hug me in such a lovely way. It's breathtaking."
She pants under my gaze. "Don't go."
"I won't die, sweet girl." I lean down and take her mouth before she can ask again. As I thrust roughly in her, I slant my lips in a demanding kiss, filling her mouth with my tongue and her yelps to overthrow the begging that will be my undoing.
I start to fuck her tight little hole.
Leaning back, I leave her lips swollen and red in my wake. I take her all in as she rolls her head from side to side, overwhelmed by sensations uncontrolled by her. Arousal looks pretty on her. A crimson gloss mars her chest and cheeks. A plumpness to her panting mouth.
She takes me so beautifully, curving her back, squeezing her eyes shut and gasping each time I punch her depths. "That's my good girl."
Warmth rushes along my thighs, pleasure sitting heavily in my abdomen as I rub my throbbing erection through her channel. All her powerful, smooth muscles enveloping me twitch, clinging and kneading.
I groan, thrusting in relentlessly, uncertain how she manages to accept me with such grace, such pose when she's wanton, open, and giving.
My sweet, ravenous little deer.
Against all odds, she is still incredibly innocent even as she lets me fill her with my darkness and perversions.
"Mine. Who do you belong to, sweet girl?" I dive in deep with the onset of that question, holding myself at the depth of her. Her hips recoil under the pressure battering her cervix. "Say it."
"Yours," she cries out, and I draw outwards along her gripping walls before rolling in at the angle I know will have her quivering within moments.
I need her orgasms.
"Who do you love?" I demand, cursing the question that came unintentionally from me.
"I loveyou, Sir."
Concentrating, I start a rhythm that immediately sends her into a frenzy of seeking her own pleasure. Her body wriggling around, hips becoming needy, careless, uncertain, as she chases me and then becomes overwhelmed, retreating.
Needing to stop her passionate, clumsy motions, I withdraw from her, sending cries of disappointment through her lips. My cock is coated in her juices, sliding down her thighs as I take hold of her hips. I flip her onto her stomach to stop her frantic gyrating.
"Good girl. Grip the sheets." Laying my body down against hers, I feed my fingers between hers. The slender digits tighten around the soft material below.
I enter her wet pussy again and pump in and out at the perfect pace for my little deer to meet her pleasure. Her thighs locked between mine, her body unable to protest under my weight. She is mine to use.
I kiss the soft white skin of her neck.
"Mine," I declare, my tongue sliding out to taste the salty perspiration gathering. To lick her. To coat her. "I will return for what is mine."
She trembles beneath me.