His Mafia Prince
Chapter 48: He Wants Me

Chapter 48: He Wants Me

(SASHA)

He reaches down, undoing my belt then unzips my pants. Is he just doing this because I got really angry or what?

"I need to fuck." He says with sarcastic emphasis on the K.

A shudder ripples through me and I clamp his hips. "W...wait."

"What?"

"Don’t start something you won’t finish," I warn.

"You’d better finish." He snickers. "Inside me."

I bite my jaw and a growl escapes me when he tugs my dick out of my underwear. I suck a breath through my teeth as blood flows to my cock that was restricted before. It juts straight up from my zipper and the scent of Tyler’s slick fills my nostrils. I’m turned on even more. My nails scrape beneath his shirt and I drag them over his nipples. He hisses as lust sizzles through his eyes.

He inches closer to me, and my breath shudders. "Tyler..."

"Mmh..."

I can’t think. It’s like my mind has gone totally blank that all I feel is his warmth, his scent, and a thrumming need seeping out of me like a pheromone.

My fingers drag on his chest, near where his heart is beating like crazy. He moans loudly, and I cover his mouth with my free hand. "You have to be really quiet, we have guests downstairs."

I tug him to my lips, and he gives in, running his slender fingers through my hair as he curves his body into mine. The way he kisses me is hypnotic, more like dizzying. It feels like I’m standing at the edge of somewhere far from the ground.

Our shared breaths are the wind, rushing past us in pants and whimpers. What’s keeping me from floating away is his body that’s holding me down. I can’t stop shuddering.

"We... we should..." The words leave me hoarse and broken from the arousal he’s dragging out of me, but his lips, tongue and hands are dominant, all working together to mollify me, keep me in the moment.

"Don’t stop me." He whispers with my jaw in his hand while his other hand slides into my back. "I don’t wanna leave your lips even for a second."

I stand, holding him on me then turn so that he is beneath me. He pins me with a look that makes my balls throb and makes blood rush so fast to my dick that I feel drunk.

I help him up, lifting the dress shirt over his head then toss it over as I crouch over him again like it’s the place I’m meant to be.

"Do you think they’ll notice that we aren’t there with them?" He murmurs while I kiss down his throat,I suck on the mark that I left on his throat, "...that we disappeared up here instead of being down there with them?"

"They can wait," I trail my lips across his nipples. He feels amazing and honestly, I can’t even remember that I was mad at him a few minutes ago. I’m breathing heavily, burning from need. I tug at his dick, giving him light strokes and he moans unintelligible noises. It’s true. I can’t live without him. I can’t help how badly he makes my cock weep.

"Ooh, fuck yesss..." his head drops back as he lifts his hips to my hungry mouth and I suck him in, teasing the skin around his head with my tongue because I know he likes it.

"No one ever sucked me like this," he says in a throaty voice and I groan, my spit running down the sides of his dick as I glide up and down then release him with a pop.

"Yeah?"

He nods, tipping his head back while I trace a line of kisses down his pelvis to his inner thighs. "You love it?" I nudge his thighs apart then wedge my face down again. I’m chasing the friction as he humps back against my face, sucking him until he’s cross-eyed.

It’s almost like his head nods on its own. Because yes. He loves it, even though he claims he hates me. He can’t find it in himself to war against something that’s pure bliss. I grab his hips and drag him down then turn him to his side. "Bend over."

"W...what?" he blinks at me, dazed but still getting to all fours.

I chuckle, my cock leaking a heavy pulse of precum onto the sheets. I spread him open and, in all honesty, I like him being on display like this and at my mercy. "You might wanna grab on the pillow."

I push into the softness, slowly, slowly as he pushes himself back. My mouth gapes and my eyes close as I sink in all the way until I’m completely inside him. I feel his moans vibrating into me as I enter his tight heat. In a mindless blur, I thrust my hips.

"Oh, fuck, Sasha."

"Shhh...Quiet, baby. You like it when I fuck you?" I thrust again, loving how a flush works up in his skin as I pound deep into him.

He arches his back and smashes his head into the pillow. "Yes, Yes Sasha. Fuck me."

Words fail me. I’m so carried away by the grip of his flesh and the unintelligible moans he mumbles every time I plunge myself inside him. It took him long enough to do this with me, but all in all, I’m glad that he did. It thrills me to be inside my omega again. I’m even happier he isn’t scared of me anymore.

He wants me.

He wants this.

I have no fucking clue what’s going on with me, I just know the pleasure I’m getting from his moans intoxicates me more than any drug ever would. I hold his cheeks and drown in the haze, the only sound in my head is my flesh hitting his. He lifts his head up, parting his lips as his orgasm begins to build. I can feel it from the way he’s shuddering.

"I’m going to come inside you." I grit my teeth. "I’m going to fill you with my seed."

"I want it." He says breathlessly.

The house is filling with guests, yet all I can think of is my omega who’s begging to be bred. I thrust inside him deep and hard and groan as I crumble into a soul-shattering orgasm, tears seeping from the side of my eyes as fill him with my seed.

"Sasha... Sasha Sasha Sasha...I...I’m...your...I’m yours." He stuffs his face into the pillow as one of his shaky hands reaches behind to grab my hip. He spurts out his own load allover the sheets.

I doubt he even knows he’s screaming but at this point, hell I don’t care how loud he is. Blood is rushing to my ears too loudly. I can’t seem to stop. Everything is just too intense. My chest quavers and I’m too sensitive now. My skin is flushed and covered with sweat, and my nipples are peaked. I’m aching with the need to sink in his orgasm.

I hold his shuddering body as we both come, and his hole milks all the orgasm out of me. I give it a few weak pushes, my climax fading slowly until I grow soft then turn him. His pupils look blown. I collapse beside him, and he puts his arms around me and then kisses my brow.

"You’re not leaving me, Tyler."

"Okay," he says softly sounding frustrated and confused at the same time. He tightens the hug. "Okay."

I nuzzle into his throat and inhale him deeply into my lungs. I don’t know what the hell is happening to me. Neither do I have an idea how to fight it.

Tyler isn’t going anywhere.