His Possession: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Sky Corgan

  “Then it's settled. We're going.” I stick a glob of pink fluff into my mouth.

  He shakes his head at me, but in the end, I get my way. As the roller coaster reaches its summit, Big Jeff squeezes his eyes shut. He looks absolutely terrified. I'm beginning to think that I enjoy torturing him. He's so sweet and submissive when it comes to giving me what I want. The entire way in line he begged me not to make him get on the roller coaster, but he still got on it, nonetheless.

  When it starts going down the slope, he screams like a girl. I spend the remainder of the ride laughing my ass off. It's more entertaining than anything else I've seen today.

  By the time I'm ready to return to the loft, we're both inundated with gaudy stuffed animals that I've won from playing the boardwalk games. Since Ryder doesn't seem to care how much money I spend, I attacked them with a play-till-you-win mentality. I have no clue how Ryder is going to react to all of this crap or what we're going to do with it. Part of me doesn't care, though. He told me to go have fun, and so I did.

  I smirk at Big Jeff. With his arms full of stuffed animals, he looks like a fluffy rainbow exploded all over him. If I still had my phone, I'd take a picture of him.

  I don't have a phone, but he does. He used it earlier to text Ryder and tell him where we were. I hadn't thought about it before, but while I still have him alone.

  “Hey,” I say softly.

  He grunts at me in reply.

  “You're a really nice guy. You can pretend to be a baddie all you want, but I can tell that you're really good beneath it all.”

  “Is that what you really think?” His lips quirk into an amused smirk. The sight of it makes me doubt my own words.

  “I know you're not allowed to let me see my parents, but can I at least call them?” I cower a little as I ask the question, already anticipating his answer.

  “You know that the Don would have my head if I let you do that."

  “I know. I just thought I would ask.”

  He must see me frown, because he grabs the head of one of the stuffed snakes that I won and holds it in front of his face, changing his tone so that it sounds like a cartoon. “Mister Snake says you'll see your parents again someday. So cheer up, princess.”

  I try my best to smile at his silliness, but it doesn't quite make it to my face. “Do you really think so?”

  He doesn't respond, and that leaves me feeling even more uncertain. The remainder of our short journey back to Ryder's loft is filled with solemn silence. Again I think that everything that Ryder has done for me still doesn't replace what I've lost. It never will.

  I set some of the stuffed animals down on the floor to dig in my purse for the key. When I open the door, Big Jeff carries my loot to my bedroom before taking his leave. Ryder is sitting on the sofa in the living room, and he looks irritated as hell. It's not until Big Jeff is out the door with it shut that he finally approaches me.

  “Did you have fun?” His gaze is fixed on the door as if he thinks that Big Jeff can still hear us. Judging from his tone, he doesn't care what the answer is either way.

  “Yes?”

  “Did you have fun with him?” He nods towards the door. “You were both sure smiling a lot.”

  “We went to an amusement park. It's a happy place.” I have no idea where this is going, but he's obviously pissed.

  “You like older guys. You have a thing for older guys, huh?” His temper flares, and my mouth falls agape.

  What in the hell is going on?

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  RYDER

  The whole time she's been with me, I've never seen her smile such an easy smile. The way Big Jeff's eyes were glued to her ignited the green beast within me. They shared something today that I haven't shared with her yet, and that absolutely infuriates me.

  Her lips are parted, and her eyes are wide at my accusation. It's starting to hit her what I'm getting at.

  “You think...” her voice trails off.

  “What should I think, Amory?” I fold my arms over my chest.

  “He's old enough to be my father.” She points towards the door.

  “I have a feeling that doesn't matter to you.” I glare at her.

  “And he's married,” she reminds me, putting emphasis on the married part before following up with, “I have no interest in him whatsoever. We just went out and had a good time is all.”

  Now she's the one who sounds angry. Seeing the discontent take over her expression makes me soften and feel a bit guilty. Of course, she's not interested in him. She was just out having a good time and probably forgot about the hell she had to return to. How could I have been such a dick?

  “Come here.” I motion to her as I take a seat on the sofa. When she tries to sit beside me, I grab her by the hips and guide her down onto my lap. She's hugging herself, closed up to me. Fuck, have I ever made a mess of things, and I'm probably going to make them worse before I make them better, because I just can't seem to get a handle on my jealousy. The thought of another man touching her makes me angry in ways I never knew it could. “I don't want you doing anything like that with him again,” I say as calmly as possible.

  “Like what? Having fun?” she retorts.

  I bite back my desire to bend her over my knee and spank her. She's being such a brat. If she'd just be quiet and let me explain, she'd understand. “Like date stuff.”

  “Date stuff?” She quirks her head back.

  “Yeah. You know, the type of stuff that people would usually do on a date.” I feel embarrassed by my pathetic desire to have that part of her reserved for me.

  “Families go to Coney Island too,” Amory reminds me.

  “Are you and Big Jeff family?” I give her a serious look.

  “No.” She shakes her head, submitting to my will finally.

  “Good. Then that's settled. Have you eaten yet?” I pat her butt to get her to stand. Briefly, I think about telling her that she's not allowed to wear an outfit this hot out of the house without me, but I don't want her to think I'm trying to control her completely. The fucking shorts are so short that her ass is hanging out of them.

  “Nothing that you'd probably approve of,” she says with a sigh.

  “As long as you weren't sucking dick, I don't care what you put in your mouth today. Tonight, we're having pizza,” I announce before going to place the order.

  I order a large supreme pizza from the best pizza place I know of, then I serve Amory two slices before sitting across from her to eat. She nibbles at the first slice like she did with the fruit the day after she was brought to me. It makes me discontent to see her so mousey.

  “Don't pull this shit again,” I warn her.

  “Pull what?” She glances up at me over the slice of pizza.

  “Eat. You need to eat.”

  “I'm just tired is all.” She looks distant as she speaks. “It's been a long day.”

  “That should make you even more hungry.”

  I can't force the pizza down her throat, but part of me wishes that I could. She must still be upset from my outburst earlier. I really need to learn to control my jealousy if I plan to keep this girl around. So far, it looks like I'm failing miserably at making her want to stay with me.

  “What type of business did you have to take care of today?” Her eyes don't meet mine, as if she's afraid to ask the question.

  “Business,” I reply, keeping to my father's the-less-they-know-the-better policy.

  “Did you have to take care of something for your dad?” the way her tone darkens is a clear indication of her disapproval.

  “Wouldn't you like to know?” I let out a short laugh.

  “I would.” Her eyes reach mine with an intensity that makes me swallow hard. “Because I'm trying to gauge what type of a man you are. I know absolutely nothing about you.”

  “If you want to know if I went and hustled some poor old people for money, the answer is no.”

  “Oh,” her voice is small. She continues to pick at her pizza like a
bird.

  “Listen.” I rest my forearm on the table, trying to regain her attention. “I'm not like my father, if that's what you're wondering. I don't spend my days terrorizing the small fish for their hard earned cash. I own this high-rise.” I raise my hands to encompass everything around us. “My business is legit, and there's nothing seedy about it.”

  She seems to relax a little, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “Good. That's good.” She nods.

  After dinner, I make her take a shower with me because I can't fucking stand the sight of her in that outfit anymore. Almost the entire time that we were eating, I was staring at her tits. Her cleavage extended for miles out of the top of that shirt. I couldn't wait to pull the string at the base of her neck to make the halter fall forward and free those beautiful breasts. Now they're in my hands, and I'm holding her back against me, my erection pressing firmly between her ass cheeks.

  She groans as I knead my fingers into her tits, her head tilted back against my bare chest. Water cascades down her naked body, and she grinds her ass on my cock, rubbing in slow, teasing circles. My hands run over her curves, making sure she's good and soaped up. Once I've washed her thoroughly from behind, I turn her around to face me.

  The look she's giving me makes desire surge through every fiber of my being. It's very much a come fuck me look, and I intend to take her up on the invitation. Not that I needed one. I would have fucked her anyway. There's no way that I was stripping off her clothes without shoving my cock between her delicate pink folds.

  Pride beams inside of me as I think about how she's all mine. No other man has ever touched her—has had his dick in her. I'm going to claim every hole she has before she's sent back to her parents. If I'm lucky, I'll even claim her womb. Put my baby in her belly and link us together permanently.

  I give her fat tits each a gentle slap, my palms brushing over her nipples. She purses her lips and blushes, her body unable to hide its arousal. The soft buds quickly turn into hard peaks from my touch. I pinch them to spur them into a rock-like state, then I dip my head to suck them into my mouth one at a time. Amory moans, raking her fingers through my hair as she holds me to her chest. Just the feel of her hands on me in such a sensual yet affectionate manner makes my cock twitch. It's so fucking hard that it hurts, silently begging to be inside of her.

  “Stroke my dick,” I growl against her skin as I kiss my way up her chest to her mouth. She wraps a hand around my cock, feeling the thickness of it beneath her palm. It pulses in her grasp, demanding to be stroked. Her hand moves on its own without any prompting. “Good girl. Stroke that cock. Get it nice and ready for your cunt.” It's been ready since the moment she walked inside of my loft, but she doesn't need to know that.

  My lips find hers and engage her in a tender kiss. Gone is the roughness that I used when I felt I was molesting her against her will. Now she's fully reciprocating every touch, every lustful glance. It's like she was fucking made for me.

  “Harder,” I instruct. She's being way too gentle, playing with me like she thinks my dick will break if she uses the slightest amount of pressure.

  The thought that she might be stripped away from me soon fills me with anger and urgency. I don't want to lose her. Don't want to lose this. I can't stop her from going, though, so I need to make the most of these moments that we still have together.

  “My cock needs a tongue bath,” I tell her before gripping her wet hair and guiding her onto her knees. She kneels without opposition, her gaze burning into mine as she descends. My cock throbs needily in her hand from the look she's giving me. So fucking wanton. I can tell she can't wait to have my dick in her mouth.

  I let go of her hair and watch as she gets to work. She soaps me up first, making sure that my cock and balls are nice and clean. She uses the slickness of the soap as a lubricant, jerking me while she washes me off. It's still far too gentle, but the sheer attention that she's giving to the act keeps me from barking orders at her. She stares at my dick, and a tiny moan escapes her lips. She's enjoying this way too much for me to deny her the simple pleasure, and I like it too—the way that she's worshiping my body. Her hands travel over me in a way that they've never explored before. She braves leaving my dick to touch my stomach, her expression uncertain as she veers from her assigned task. Once she's had enough, she quickly returns, though, rinsing me off and then flicking her tiny pink tongue out to lick my tip. I bite back a hiss from the tease—from the pleasure of her mouth on me. It's taking everything in me not to get rough—not to force-feed her my cock like I did the first time she sucked me off.

  “I think it's time to get that mouth full.” I pull her long milk-chocolate hair away from her face so that she can get to work on me.

  Her face lights up in a seductive grin. The little minx knows that she's driving me crazy, and she likes it. That's my girl. Sweet. Sexy.

  My girl. I like the sound of that. I want her to be my girl. Not my prisoner. Just mine.

  She wraps her hand around my shaft and guides my cock into her mouth. It's so hard that it's aching, needing to be inside of one of her wet holes. She barely has the head in before she pops it back out, assessing my reaction. I stop myself from bucking forward. I don't know how much more of this I can take, though. She repeats the motion a few more times before blessedly impaling her perfect face on my cock. I tilt my head back and groan as I bottom out at the back of her throat. She doesn't keep me there for long, but at least she doesn't stop. Her mouth gets to work bobbing on and slurping at my dick. I close my eyes and enjoy the ride, imagining my pre-seed dripping down that pretty throat of hers. I'm so fucking turned on that I know I'm leaking into her mouth. It won't be long before I shoot my full load, but I want to save that for her cunt.

  I let her suck me until I need a breather to contain myself, then I take a step away from her to show that I'm done. She has endurance. I like that. Not once has she given any indication that she's wanted to stop, which means that she enjoys pleasing me. That makes me fucking elated because I enjoy pleasing her too.

  My shower is easily big enough to fit half a dozen people. I carefully lower myself onto the floor, and she gives me a quizzical look before what I want her to do sinks in. I want to see her ride my dick—for her to take it on her own.

  “Get your pretty little ass down here.” I grab her hand and give it a gentle tug. “I want to see how well you can ride my cock.” When she straddles me and starts to lower herself, I stop her. “Not that way. Turn around. I want to look at that ass.” I want to see her small pink pucker before I spread that hole wide too.

  She blushes as she turns from me. When she doesn't immediately begin lowering herself, I reach up and give her ass a hard slap. “My dick is waiting.”

  Amory casts a timid glance over her shoulder. “I'm not sure how to do this.”

  “Just crouch down. You'll get it.”

  She does as she's told, and as soon as her pussy is in range, I grab my dick and guide it to her slick opening. Amory hisses as she allows her body weight to do the work. She slides down onto my cock, and I curse from the tightness of her snatch squeezing around me. It's so fucking good that I worry I'm going to nut before she reaches the base of my shaft.

  By some miracle, I manage to hold myself together. I guide her hands back to rest on my chest for leverage. The way her body bends adds an extra dimension of tightness to the position. When I start pumping up into her, she moans loudly, awakening my carnal desires. Each thrust makes her cry out in pleasure, and each cry is music to my ears, a symphony that I never want to end.

  “Play with your clit,” I command, knowing that it needs attention.

  She slips a hand between her legs, and it's not long before I feel her muscles fluttering around my dick from her orgasm. “Oh my God, Ryder.”

  Hearing her say my name while I'm fucking her completely does me in. I grab her by the hips, forcing her all the way down onto me. My cock pumps into her, filling her with my seed. I curse from the inte
nsity of it. I wish she was turned around so that I could see her beautiful tits glistening with wetness, her pink nipples hard and round. I wish I could see the pleasure on her face, but watching the globes of her ass bounce was my priority. I got a good show, enjoying her curves. I appreciatively stare at her ass while my balls finish emptying into her, then I give it a good smack to make her stand up.

  My come leaks from her slit, and I growl internally at the thought that there might not be enough in her to knock her up. I'll have to make sure I get her good and full of my dick juice before my father tries to take her from me. I will fill her swollen pussy full of my baby batter every night to make sure that I get what I want. Her. Forever.

  By the time we rinse ourselves and towel off, my dick is painfully hard again. One romp with her wasn't enough. Maybe it's the fear of losing her that has me on a desperate path to take every part of her. I can't deny myself the urge, though.

  She wraps a towel around herself, and I jerk it away from her. “No towel for you.” Her body is perfection in the flesh. I idly stroke myself a few times as I look her over like a lecher. Then I grab her by the hips and turn her around, slapping her ass. “Go into the bedroom and lean over the bed. Wait for me like that.”

  She gets moving, and I watch her perfect ass as her long legs carry her out of the bathroom. Fuck, how could I have ever gotten so lucky?

  I take my time in the bathroom, wanting her to anticipate what I'm going to do to her. I brush my teeth and shave so that I'll be nice and fresh. Then I jerk a bit to thoughts of her tits to get myself ready for her tight little bud.

  When I walk out of the bathroom, she's bent over looking like a dream. That gorgeous round ass is just waiting for me. Her pussy peeks out at me, and my cock thickens with need. Fuck, she looks wet already. Perhaps the anticipation got her turned on. Or maybe that's my seed still leaking out of her. Whatever the case, there's a wet trail running down her right thigh, and it's fucking hot. I fall to my knees in front of her to lick it up to the source—it's definitely the culmination of our last coupling—and she moans, greedily pressing her hips back so that my face is buried in her snatch.