His Mafia Prince
Chapter 121: When Lust Craves

Chapter 121: When Lust Craves

(ARLO)

Miles pulls his fingers out of my ass. With one hand, he shoves his pants below his knees and supports me with the other. Once they are down, he nudges my ass cheeks apart.

"Lock your calves on my waist." He says, and I obey as I am obligated to.

I gaze at him desperately. I’m on the edge and I would get the relief I’m so much desperate for if I just blow. Right now I don’t really care, I could come by his fingers or his dick. It wouldn’t really matter.

My hole is clenching around nothing and it is so fucking frustrating.

"I’m gonna fuck you now, baby." He warns.

"Please, yes." My voice breaks as I plead. I hope he didn’t catch it. I can’t really help myself at the moment. "Yes, please."

Wordlessly, he leans into me and I gape so that he can kiss me. I inhale his sharp pants before letting his tongue roam every last corner of my mouth. Heat rushes between us, our tongues, warm and full, our bodies, us.

He keeps me locked in a deep kiss. I suck on his tongue feverishly and when he pulls away, a string of saliva connects us. He eyes me with a satisfied smirk and I lick my lips, dazed with my pupils blown out of proportion.

"You’ve been so naughty, Arlo, haven’t you?"

"Please. Please alpha, I promise...I—"

He titters, releasing warm breaths against my shoulders. My nails dig into his skin out of desperation because if he makes me wait any longer I’m afraid I might cry . He swipes the slick from my ass, rubs it between his fingers and spreads it all over his cock.

"Please what?" he asks. I feel him jerk himself slowly beneath me.

"Please fuck me. I won’t run away again."

"So polite..." he grabs a hold of his cock and lines it with my asshole, circling his swollen tip in my rim. I exhale harshly at the sensation. My nerves fire up at the promise of Miles’s warm body engulfing mine.

I whine as he pushes inside me, impaling me with a long, slow stroke at first to let me adjust to his size because fingers would never match his hard, swollen dick. Mere moments later, I push back against him, whimpering brattily, locking my calves a little harder behind him so that I can take up as much of his girth as I can, urging him forward.

He growls out a warning but I’m too engrossed to listen. So I clutch his neck and throw my head back, my tongue letting loose a string of broken curses. "Shit...fuck Miles, come on...please...I can’t, nghhh...I want more...Don’t stop...Deeper, shit....oh please, fuck please..."

I claw at him, crying out as I arch my back. He grabs hold of my wrists, rumbling his disapproval then begins to thrust his hips. He nails me against the tree with his burly weight. I wiggle and moan as he thrusts into me mercilessly. I know my back is going to hurt after this considering how it scrapes at the bark of the tree. I’m sure it will be bruised, but I will regret it and nurse it later. The pleasure is too much to handle. He is rough, and I love that he is.

I deserve this for running away from him.

He is punishing me for running away from him.

He is giving me a good reason to stay.

The sounds surrounding us are downright nasty. Slick squelching. His ragged breaths. My loud moans. I drag one hand from his shoulder and circle his popping nipples over his drenched shirt, pinching them to a point that I’m sure they’re painful. I suck my fingers then place them back on his buds, brushing over them teasingly.

"You’re such a vision, aren’t you?" he says, "So tight. You’re so fucking tight, baby. I don’t know what you’re doing to me. Look at your hole taking up all of my cock. You were made for me."

I take all he says with a desperate "yes, yes....yes, please. Faster, please, alpha...faster..." By now I’m past hiding the tears flowing freely at the corners of my eyes.

"You’re not going anywhere, Arlo." He hisses in my ear.

I whine, seeking his mouth and sucking ravenously on his lips. He is so deep inside of me that I’m having trouble breathing. All these feelings make no sense. I can’t stop.

I have no idea how he traced me into the thick of the woods. It’s almost like my thoughts led him here.

He balances me on one elbow then reaches down to palm my dick as he bottoms out and grinds on my ass. I moan loudly and my eyes screw shut as he jerks me off, smearing my slick all over my cock for a slicker grip. I clench and unclench around his length and just when he tilts my hips up a bit, he drills into my prostrate.

My moans turn a notch louder. "Please...please Miles, please...please, please...

I feel his cock swell and stretch inside of me painfully. My orgasm begins to loom. His scent and relentless thrusting send me on the edge.

"Come with me, baby." He growls, flooding me with his seed as I jerk and convulse on his length. This is the rawest, most carnal I’ve ever been. Even that night we spent in the cabin can’t compare to this.

My body opens up to his seed. I quake and welcome it. If I wasn’t already pregnant, I am now. I can almost feel his seed fertilise my egg.

With two weak thrusts, he finishes inside me. His breathing is raggedy and he is spent. He leans into me, nuzzling his mark on my throat. He looks dazed, but his eyes are not glowering like before. He looks a bit calmer. His thumb strokes my bottom lip and he kisses me. The kiss is extremely tender, shocking after how he just took me. I kiss him back.

"Don’t you dare run again, you hear me?"

He gently pulls out of me. The feverish lust has now faded and I’m low-key embarrassed. I still can’t place how I went from fleeing for my life to being fucked in the woods. My only excuse is that I’m being driven by instincts.

Usually, I prefer to know how I act and why I act. But that’s not a thing with instincts.

It is now that I notice the rain has slightly let up. Our clothes are still soaked though. I have chilled out in the night longer than him, so it makes sense that I’m colder. My teeth rattle. He steps back and grabs me without warning then hauls me on his shoulders like a bag of potatoes. I wiggle and hiss, trying to get down. He ignores my struggle and strides back towards his car.

I throw weak punches on his back which have no effect. The underbrush scrapes my back as he crashes his way through the forest back to his SUV.

He then opens the passenger door and dumps me into the seat then slams the door shut. He stomps to the driver’s side, opens his door then slides behind the wheel. We sit in silence for a few suspended seconds.