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S arah

Big Boyd feels even bigger in my mouth.

I wanted to protest when he called me his little girl, because I feel less like one than ever, but it made my core clench so tight I thought I was going to erupt with a spontaneous orgasm.

Now I’m teetering on the edge. I was exhausted after his tongue tortured me with orgasm after orgasm until I could barely see straight. Tasting his pleasure has stoked the fire back to life.

His roughness is doing the rest.

I can’t resist sliding a hand between my thighs while Boyd pumps his dick into my mouth. I stroke my swollen clit while I suck, lick, and beg for his release with every whimpering breath. Except that means it’ll be over, and I don’t want it to end.

The way his hand is tangled in my hair. The urgency in his movements. The gasps of pleasure on every exhale that rattles his chest. It’s like molten lava flowing from my core and filling me with needs I’ve never even imagined.

The one that rushes to the surface toys with my mind.

I need to be his good little girl.

Especially right now, while his cock is thundering into my throat and showing no sign of slowing down. I thought he was close, but then he took control, and he’s using my mouth for his pleasure.

He’s fucking it and my mouth isn’t the only place I’m going to feel him.

I adjust to the rhythm and do my best to please him while I strum my clit. I’m aching for another release now—almost as much as I’m anticipating his. But his movements suddenly slow, and his hand grabs my wrist.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he growls. “I’m the only one who gets to make you come tonight.”

I whimper I’m sorry around his girth, then several hard slaps sting my ass.

“You’ll get a lot more of that after you make me come.

It’s going to be more than a few playful slaps like I planned,” he warns, tightening his grip on my hair and resuming the forceful thrusts.

“Touching yourself without my permission is automatically three strikes, so you’re getting another spanking like you got this morning. ”

The threat of another spanking like the one I got earlier should fill me with dread, but the only thing filling me is Boyd’s hard cock.

I feel myself getting wetter, even though I’m not touching myself anymore.

My body is reacting with more traitorous arousal—or maybe it’s not as traitorous as I want to believe.

I taste more pre-cum on my tongue as I swirl it against Boyd’s length. I can’t do much more with him so deep in my throat. I can barely even breathe between his hungry thrusts.

Boyd speeds up until he’s hammering my mouth hard enough to bruise my lips, but I don’t care. I want every moment of his pleasure. To feel it. To taste it. To know he’s getting a dose of the same euphoria I got when he ravaged me with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, and I can tell he’s getting closer to his climax.

I follow his motions as his grip tightens on my hair. His cock crashes into my throat so quickly I give up on breathing and focus on making it feel good for him. I taste more saltiness on my tongue, then he gasps for air, and I feel him throb in my throat.

A second later, his hot seed floods my mouth.

My lips are so tight around his girth that I have no choice but to swallow so I don’t inhale him. The thick hard pulsations continue while my throat milks his throbbing bliss.

“Damn, that’s fucking incredible,” he groans, a few more spurts splattering into my mouth before he’s done.

Boyd’s hand relaxes and falls away from my head. I slowly pull back, sucking the last remnants of his seed out of him before he pops out of my mouth. I gasp for the oxygen that has been limited so long it feels like I’m getting full breaths for the very first time.

“Good girl,” he praises, chuckling under his breath, then he grins. “Good little girl.”

I try to imitate one of his growls, but it sounds so comical, I start laughing.

I fall against him and melt into his powerful embrace as he wraps his arms around me.

I could fall asleep right here, despite tingling with fresh arousal.

This may be the most comfortable I’ve ever been.

It’s certainly more comfortable than I’ve been in a while.

“If it bothers you that much, I’ll stop saying it,” he offers, tracing his fingers along my hip and the sensitive skin near my ribs. “I like teasing you, but I know it’s one of your boundaries.”

“It doesn’t bother me that much,” I admit, trying to hide my grin. “But if you’re going to keep calling me little girl , you can’t get mad if I call you…” I put a hand on his thigh and drag a finger along his softening length. “ Big Boyd.”

“I’m starting to like the way you say it,” he chuckles, pulling me into a tighter embrace.

“Good,” I say, nuzzling against his neck. “Because I want Big Boyd to pop my cherry.”

“Not so fast,” he says, moving his hand to my ass and squeezing. “You’re getting a spanking first.”

I look up at him and pout. There’s a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

“You didn’t even tell me I would get a spanking for touching myself,” I whine. “That’s not really fair, is it?”

“It was implied when I said I was going to make you mine in every way,” he growls, but his playful gaze doesn’t waver. “From now on, nobody touches your pretty little pussy but me.”

“Hold on, now,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “I’m not some girl you can just boss around all the time. I like having my freedom too much for that.”

“Then you shouldn’t have let me kiss you,” he says. “You gave all that up as soon as I tasted your lips.”

“So, what? You’re just going to lock me in a cage?” I joke. “Keep me like some kind of prize?”

“A cage…” He strokes his chin thoughtfully. “There’s an idea I could work with.”

“Seriously, Boyd,” I sigh, the humor draining out of my voice. “I may be falling head over heels for you, but if you treat me like that, I’ll go back to Pine Grove and you’ll never see me again.”

“You think I can’t find Pine Grove on a map?” he asks, his eyes darkening for a moment before he smirks. “But I’m not going to lock you in a cage, or try to take your freedom away, unless you make me. I like you just the way you are—well, you’re a brat, but we’ll work on that.”

“A brat?” My brow furrows, but I have a hard time denying it. “Maybe a little.”

I settle against Boyd’s chest and nuzzle his neck. My emotions are going in multiple directions. I love being free and doing my own thing. I’ve never imagined myself as some Mafia guy’s girlfriend—anyone’s girlfriend, really. Not in a serious way.

“Be honest with me, Boyd,” I say, letting out a soft sigh. “Where do you see this going? I know we barely know each other, and maybe I’m just a little emotional after—what you did to me, but I need you to tell me the truth. No jokes, please?”

Boyd’s chest rumbles with a sharp exhale. He’s quiet for a moment. That means he’s thinking about it. I wait for the answer, unsure which one I actually want to hear.

“You want the truth?” he asks, tracing down my ribs.

“The truth is I’ve been thinking about you since the wedding.

I wasn’t in a great place then. Still can’t say I’m in the best place.

But I like spending time with you. I like hearing the excitement in your voice when it’s genuine.

I love seeing those pretty blue eyes sparkle with it, too.

I don’t know where this is really going, Sarah. But I’d like to find out.”

I first saw Boyd at Salvatore Morandi’s house after Massimo and his brothers were rescued.

He definitely wasn’t in a good place that night, because he had just found out about Erica’s attempt at a coup.

Everyone seemed to be ignoring him. I almost walked over to talk to him, but I was too scared to do anything except hover by Lea’s side.

“That’s fair,” I say, nibbling the inside of my mouth. “And since you’re being honest, I really wanted to talk to you at the wedding. Do you remember when you said hello to me?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. “I was going outside for a smoke and forgot my cigarettes. I saw you when I walked back inside—just standing looking so fucking beautiful in that bridesmaid’s dress.”

“I was following you outside to talk to you,” I admit, feeling a twinge in my stomach when I say it. “When you came back inside… I chickened out.”

“I wasn’t in much of a conversation mood,” he sighs. “I had been on the sidelines for a year and pissed off at the world. It’s probably best you kept your distance.”

“Are you still pissed off at the world?” I ask apprehensively. “Not much has really changed, has it?”

“I might not have been excited when Massimo asked me to look after his wife’s bratty friend,” he says, a light laugh in his voice.

“But it’s a sign that things may change now that Massimo is sitting at the head of the table.

If he trusts me to look after someone as important as you, I believe he’ll keep his promise and get me back on the streets where I belong. ”

“I don’t think I’m that important,” I scoff. “I’m not even sure I’m that important to Lea, anymore. I’ve become the annoying best friend.”

“You’re wrong about that,” Boyd insists. “I’ve seen how excited she gets when she finds out you’re coming for a visit. She’s a married woman now and it won’t be long until she’s a mom. Her priorities might be a little different, but you’re far from annoying . To her, at least.”

That does make me feel a little better. I don’t want to be her annoying best friend. Maybe it’s time for me to grow up some—but I’m not there yet.

“And to you?” I ask, glancing up at him.

“I don’t have to put up with it if you annoy me,” he chuckles. “I can just spank you.”

“Soon,” I say, leaning against him again. “I just want to stay right here for a little while longer.”

“Stay as long as you’d like,” he says, tightening his embrace.