Mafia King's Contract Breeder
Chapter 40 To Hell With It

Chapter 40: 40 To Hell With It

Lara POV

Having sex with Emmanuel Sagres felt like bungee jumping without a safety net.

Like hurtling towards the edge of a cliff at full speed.

Every time I kicked and clawed and dragged my heels, certain that I was going to fall to my death.

Every time, what I encountered at the precipice was not death, but unimaginable pleasure. And it was the constant struggle inside me, the push and pull, that made the whole experience so unbearable.

I had tried everything I could think of.

Lying, pretending. Mocking him, insulting him, pointing a gun at him.

And somehow I ended up right back here again at the beginning, with his chains wrapped around me, his seductive voice whispering in my ear, telling me to surrender.

So be it.

To hell with it!

I wanted it. I wanted to fuck my worst enemy.

I was done with trying to fight against my own instincts.

Instead, I gave into the hunger and curiosity that I had been trying so hard to suppress. I yanked the crisp dress shirt off his shoulders, then made quick work of his pants too.

Emmanuel was always wearing those immaculate three piece suits, danger poured into a civilized uniform. Stripped bare, he looked bigger, more primal. His chest was broad and smooth, packed with lean muscle that rippled with power when he moved.

There were scars all over his body — what looked like a nasty knife wound on his upper arm, and a stitched up line close to his left breast.

I swallowed heavily, suddenly getting a sense of why he didn’t bat an eyelid when I aimed a gun at him.

Emmanuel didn’t let me sit and stare at him for long.

His thick cock swayed between his legs, somehow looking even more intimidating without clothes to contain him.

He pushed my head down, and I parted my lips, sucking the head into my mouth with a low moan.

"Mmm—"

I had been thinking about this.

Couldn’t help thinking about it, tied up all day with a vibrating toy in my pussy. I thought of all the things I wanted him to do to me with that monster cock.

I bobbed my head and slurped over the thick length, wrapping my fingers around the root of it and lightly cupping his balls.

Emmanuel’s breath grew heavier, his fingers loosely tangled in the back of my hair.

I’ve always liked sucking a cock. I like to give service, and there’s a certain thrill in knowing that his pleasure is in my hands.

"I’m, I’m sorry, sir," I murmured again, mouthing the velvety mushroom head of his cock. "Is this good enough, sir?"

"That’s a good start, little slut," Emmanuel said, his voice gravelly.

He gripped his cock and tapped it against my swollen lips. I darted out my tongue to lick it, rubbing the pointy tip of my tongue against the slit.

Emmanuel leaned back, palming himself slowly.

"But don’t forget what you are meant for. It would be a waste for me to finish in your mouth, hmm? Turn around. Get down and offer me your cunt."

My face went hot all the way to my ears.

I shuffled around on my knees and lowered my upper body until my chest and cheek were pressed flat to the mattress. I was throbbing with aching need, but the belt around my thighs did not allow me to spread my legs wider or get any friction on my pussy.

I reached back as best I could and pulled my cheeks apart, exposing everything—my soaked, swollen cunt, the way it fluttered and dripped for him. I could feel the cool air against my heated flesh and the heavy weight of his gaze.

A broken little whimper escaped me before I could swallow it.

Emmanuel let out a soft curse.

"Fuck, Lara..."

I turned to look at him with my cheek pressed against the mattress.

"Beg me," he commanded, his voice tight and tense.

"Please—" I cried out urgently, wishing that he would hurry up. "Emmanuel, please."

He drove into me in one hard, brutal thrust.

The sound that tore out of me was somewhere between a scream and a moan. He was so thick, so deep, stretching me wide and hitting every sensitive spot inside me at once.

He braced one palm on the nape of my neck, pinning me down to the mattress. His other hand curled possessively around my hip, and then he started to fuck me like he meant to break me.

Hard. Deep. Ruthless.

The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into my soaked cunt filled the room. Every thrust shoved me forward, making my body bounce against the mattress.

Instinctively, I wanted to arch my back and spread my legs, but I couldn’t move an inch. All I could do was take it, crying out hoarsely into the mattress.

"Oh God— I need to— need to come, please—"

"Yes. Come for me, little fox..." Emmanuel groaned in answer.

I came within minutes—fast, sharp, and overwhelming. My pussy clamped down around him in desperate pulses, but he didn’t slow down. He kept fucking me straight through it, using my spasming body like it was made for exactly this.

I floated.

It felt primal. Animal. Like I really was just a thing to be bred, and in that moment the thought didn’t horrify me—it made me clench around him even tighter.

When he finally groaned and buried himself to the hilt, flooding me with hot, thick pulses of cum, I came again with him. My greedy cunt milked every spurt, fluttering and squeezing as if it wanted to pull him even deeper.

I felt Emmanuel’s weight shift off the mattress.

I stayed where I was, too dazed and thoroughly fucked to move. My mind felt fuzzy at the edges. The only thing I could focus on was the warm, sticky mess slowly trying to escape me and the deep, aching throb between my legs.