Page 114 of His to Own

“I know you can. Maybe not right now but at some point. You’re taking my cock so well.”

I blush at his words.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he growls, planting a kiss to my cheek. “I’m fucking you and you still manage to blush. Do you like that? When I speak dirty to you.”

My inner walls clench around his… cock, as he called it. Such a dirty word and yet, it feels so right.

“You needed my cock,” he says, pulling me down harder. I grip his shoulders like my life depends on it. “Tell me you did.”

“Maxim, please.”

“Tell me, Elena. I want to hear you.”

I swallow hard. “I…”

“Yes?” The desperation in his eyes is something he can’t hide.

“I needed you.”

“No. Say it. Say you needed my cock.”

Another flare of arousal hits me. My body seems to love it when he speaks to me this way. I don’t fully understand it. I just have to give in to it.

“Maxim,” I whimper.

“Say it, baby. Now.” He pulls me down hard onto his length and I cry out from the pain and pleasure of it.

“I needed your cock,” I gasp out, dropping my head back.

He grips my neck and brings us eye to eye again. He’s not going to let me hide in this moment. “Good. Now come on it. Come on my cock.”

His command sends me over the edge and I find my second orgasm. It’s much more intense than the first one.

Maxim lets out a low growl right before he finds his own release. We didn’t use protection. There’s a chance I could end up pregnant from this. The mother I dreamed of being when I was younger. Maybe I’ll finally get the chance to have children and raise them better than my father raised me.

I press my face into his neck as the tears hit me.

“Are you crying, baby?” he asks in a soft voice, rubbing my back. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

He pauses. “So why are you crying then?”

“It’s all so much.”

He seems to understand and doesn’t push it more as he holds me close. Just holds me and comforts me. I never thought I would be able to seek comfort from Maxim but here we are. And seeking comfort from him feels like the most natural thing in the world.

“I’m not sure if it’s a blow to my ego that I made you cry after I fucked you for the first time,” he comments.

“It’s not a blow to your ego,” I say, wiping my tears away and looking him in the eye. “It’s embarrassing for me. Crying after sex.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, baby.” He pushes my hair out of my face. His large strong hands cup my jaw and I lean into his touch. “I get it. You’ve held yourself back for your entire life. And now you finally let go. I think it’s natural to cry.”

“How are you so kind to me? You shouldn’t be.”

“Because I’m a mafia man?”

I nod.