Free Power (Mafia Ties: Brandon & Carly Book 2) by Fiona Davenport Page B

rubbing against my G-spot and making me scream. It was too much, my orgasm crashed down on me suddenly. “The only one who gets to hear your cries and see your beautiful face when you come.” He lifted me up, his hand fumbling with his belt and zipper to shove his pants down before he settled me on his lap. I felt the wide crown of his cock at my opening and then he lunged up, filling me in one powerful thrust. “And mine is the only cock that will ever fill your tight pussy. I don’t give a flying fuck who wants to take you away from me. I’ll kill anyone who tries.”
    “I don’t want anyone else. Only you,” I reassured him, cupping his jaw in my hands to hold him in place. I slid my nose down his until my lips hovered over his mouth. “Never anyone but you.”
    His control broke, and his fingers dug into my hips as he pounded up into me. I met him thrust for thrust, nipping at his bottom lip with my teeth while I rode him. My knees were clenched into his sides, my heels were probably jabbing him in the thigh, and I gripped his shoulders so hard my nails were digging into his skin. It all seemed to egg him on, making him move faster. Harder. Deeper.
    He shifted his grip on my ass, his thumb sliding towards my puckered opening and teasing me. My brain told me to freeze up, but my body had a mind of its own. He owned my pleasure, knowing exactly what to give me to toss me over the edge. With the glide of his thumb and a roll of his hips, I was there. My orgasm crashed over me with so much force I lost my breath, clinging to his hard body as I shuddered. Then his arms tightened around me, impossibly tight as he pumped into me. His groans of satisfaction rang in my ears even as I felt him pulsing inside me.
    I lay limp on his chest, my head resting on his shoulder as I gulped in air like I’d just run a marathon. Except running a marathon didn’t sound like any fun, and sex with Brandon was the most fun I’d ever had in my entire life. “I’d pick a sexathon with you over a marathon any day of the week.”
    His bark of laughter startled me, making me bury my face into the crook of his neck. “I said that aloud, didn’t I?”
    “You sure did,” he confirmed. “Anytime you’re in the mood for some exercise, just let me know. I’m always up for a good workout.”
    Sliding off his still semi-hard dick, I was able to confirm his claim. We’d both just climaxed, but I bet he could go again anytime now.
    “Shit!” I muttered when I felt our mixed come sliding down my inner thigh. I clenched my fist and socked him in the shoulder. “No fucking condom! A-fucking-gain.”

Chapter 2
Brandon
    “C alm down, kitten,” I said, trying to keep my tone soothing, despite my irritation at her reaction.
    “I can’t calm down, Brandon,” she snapped. “This is the worst possible timing to forget the fucking condom. What if I get pregnant?”
    I raised an eyebrow at her. “Since I fully intended to knock you up after the wedding”—I stressed my next words—“ by the end of next week, I don’t see how it matters if it happens a few days early.”
    Carly reared back, sliding away from me, but I didn’t allow her to get far before I hauled her back over and onto my lap, so she was straddling me. My semi-hard cock was still out and she was positioned right over it, her bare pussy snug against it.
    She crossed her arms under her tits, lifting them tantalizingly, and huffed, “I never agreed to marry you, Brandon. Or get pregnant, for that matter.”
    My jaw hardened and I struggled to keep from roaring when I answered. “You’re mine, kitten. You’ve admitted it, why delay the inevitable?” I splayed my hands over her flat belly. “I can’t wait to see you swollen with our baby.” My hands then coasted up her rib cage, cupping her tits. “I want to suck on these pretty nipples as your tits grow.” Tugging down the cups of her bra, I sucked one pink bud into my mouth, bucking my hips a little, smirking when