~Kingston's Claim~
Yandere!Mafia Boss Fiancé x You (oneshot???)
~Your fiance comes to pick you up from school~
MATURE CONTENT warning!
a/n: this is my first time writing such a story, so sry cringe or confusion. so if u guys find any edits it could need on something plz let me know!<3 Edited 4/23/26!!! c/w; rough sex, unprotected sex, possessive ML, dominant ML, agegap, size difference, cum denial, vaginal fingering, orgasms, explicit smut, smut scenes, oral(f receiving), creampie, monster size , age difference, dirty talk, praising, overstimulation, yandere ML, Russian ml, obsessive ml, mafia boss ML, arranged marriage plz tell me what other tags/cw to put^ @waanreblogarea FOR BACKSTORY CLICK HERE!!!!!! and plz leave thoughts of both story's in comments🥰<3
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*RIIIIIING*
FINALLY school ended, as soon as you heard the final ring of the bell signaling the end of school, you gave a relieved sigh and got out of your seat making your way out the door with everyone else.
Walking down the halls you could feel almost everyone's eyes on you, probably whispering and gossiping about your engagement with THE Mafia boss Kingston. Yes, you an 18 year old girl are engaged to him.
It all happened one or two weeks ago on your birthday, or well when your parents informed you of it, to them it was supposed to be an arrangement of power between two families. Yours being the daughter of a powerful CEO and theirs being the leader of the most feared mafia.
Now, you weren't entirely upset with this arrangement, being that you've known Kingston since you were little and well... have had a major crush on him for a long time, and who could blame you? With his imposing height, broad shoulders, sharp jawline, piercing ice blue eyes, his dark brown thick luscious hair, his sexy hot Russian accent, and basically his drop dead gorgeous looks that'd made any woman swoon. a/n plz tell me of a better description^ I suck at them
Shaking your head out of your thoughts you sped up your pace, eager to get out of the building.
Opening the front door of the school, you see the same group of obnoxious and entitled girls gathered around the gate. Usually they'd be taking selfies, plotting for their next victim, or tripping whomever they please, but this time they seemed really excited about something.
Looking at what they were so excited about, you were surprised to see Kingston. The girls were practically jumping up and down as they screamed and fawned over Kingston, your fiancé. He was leaning casually against his BMW with a bored expression on his face while he tended to some work on his phone.
Ever since he had to 'take care of some things' last week you hadn't seen him, so you were quite happy to see Kingston after all this time. You rushed up to him with a smile as your hair swayed behind you.
Up close, one could see the way the other girls eye her enviously, taking in her natural beauty that needs no enhancement.(help^ )
"I thought Dad was going to pick me up to go over some things?" you ask.
Kingston's ice blue eyes flicked up to meet yours, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "They were all busy, Dusha Moya"
Putting away his phone, his smirk and bored expression changed into a grin and a content look, now giving you his full attention while roaming your features appreciatively
"And my parents are with them. So I'm here to pick you up, which of course I was going to either way."
Y/n: "I'd have thought YOU would have been busy too. Not that I'm complaining about you picking me up though" Ending with a small laugh, a mix of surprise and delight could be seen on your face
Kingston: "I was. But you're more important, my love."
His deep voice held a note of possessiveness as he pushed off the car and took a step closer towards you, his tall frame moving with a dominant, almost predatory grace.
He wrapped a strong arm around your slender waist, pulling your body snugly against his hard body. His other hand came up to tuck a stray lock behind your ear, calloused fingertips brushing over the soft, smooth skin.
"Besides," He murmured, his lips a mere breath from yours "seeing your beautiful face is always the highlight of my day. No matter how busy I am, I make time for you Myshka."
His piercing gaze bore into your eyes, the intensity in them making your heart flutter and face heat up. You could feel the raw, masculine power emanating from his body, the dominant aura that always made you feel so small, so feminine, so... owned.
Kingston's eyes flicked to the side, his expression hardening for a moment as he glared at the jealous still-fawning girls. Then, just as quickly, his gaze was back on you, his eyes softening, warming, as a hint of a genuine smile tugged at his lips.
Flustered and desperate to escape the embarrassing attention, you pushed against his muscular chest and averted your eyes looking down from his intense gaze. You could feel the weight of the girls' envious stares, their hateful whispers reaching her ears. All you wanted was to escape, a blush spreading across your cheeks.
"U-um… C-can we p-please go??" You stammered, voice barely above a whisper. Biting your plump lower lip while glancing up at Kingston through your lashes, eyes wide and anxious.
A faint smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he notices the effect he has on you. With a final glare at the still-chattering girls, he leaned in closer, his ice blue eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something more primal as they roamed over your gorgeous face and sinful figure. His large hand slid possessively down the side of your neck, his calloused fingers leaving tingles in their wake.
"In a moment, Zolotse," he purrs, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "First, I want everyone to know exactly who you belong to.~"
His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he leaned in to brush his lips against yours, taking in your adorable, flustered expression. His heated breath sent shivers cascading down your spine. Without warning, he crashes his lips against yours in a dominating kiss, claiming you right there in front of the gawking crowd, before finally pulling back with a satisfied growl.
"K-Kingston I thought we agreed to not do that in public!" Your cheeks sprouted into a rosy color as you looked away, dreadfully embarrassed.
Kingston chuckles darkly, amused by your flustered reaction. His fingers dig into your hip possessively as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear.
"And I thought I told you before y/n, I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks. You're mine dear heart, and mine alone. Don't ever think otherwise."
Kingston's voice was rough with desire and a hint of dominance in his deep, accented voice. His eyes dark and intense as they bore into yours.
"I don't share what's mine. Ever."
He tucked a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to force you to meet his intense, ice blue gaze.
"Besides, I see the way they look at you. Like they want to be in your place, to have me touch them like this..."
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "But you're the only one who gets to feel my touch, my love. You're the only one I want."
With that declaration you took a shaky breath trying to compose yourself and maintain some semblance, but you couldn't suppress the way your body shivered, whether from the slight fear or… something else entirely, you weren't quite sure.
Kingston: "Now be a good girl and get in the car Dusha Moya. I have some plans for us tonight."
His dark smirk and deep, rumbling voice sent more shivers down your spine. The way he said 'plans' made it sound like the most delicious curse, full of dark promise.
With that, he nipped lightly at your earlobe before straightening up, opening the car door and ushering you inside the passenger side of the sleek, black BMW. His touch, the intensity in his eyes, the dark promise in his words... it all served as a tantalizing preview of the passionate, perhaps even rough, night that awaited once you two were alone.
Once you're seated, he shuts the door firmly and strides around to the driver's side, gets in, and starts the engine, the powerful purr filling the tense silence between you. As he shifts the car into gear and pulls out onto the road, his free hand finds its way to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh possessively.
"You looked absolutely stunning today, Zolotse. Those tight little uniforms should be illegal."
His middle finger rubs circles on your skin through the fabric as he navigates the streets, the heat of his touch seeping into you. his finger rubbing slow circles that gradually creep higher and higher up your leg, brushing over the delicate lace of your panties.
He could feel the heat of it, the way your body responded to his touch even through the thin fabric.
"And tell me, did you miss me while you were at school? Did you think about me at all?"
You bite your lip nervously, squirming slightly under his intense gaze and wandering touch.
"W-well the uniforms aren't that tight, I think your perverted eyes are the problem." You say jokingly/teasingly.
"And, I... yes, I-I suppose I did think about you some... A little. Just… just don't let it go to your head." Averting your eyes shyly, your cheeks flush a pretty, rosy pink, hyper aware of the heat of his hand on your thigh.
A wicked grin spreads across his face at your admission, his hand sliding higher up your thigh, his fingers brushing against the lace of your panties..
"Is that so? And what exactly were you thinking about, hm? Were you thinking about how I'd feel inside you? How I'd make you scream my name?~"
His voice drops to a husky growl as his fingertips press against your clothed sex, rubbing slow circles that make you squirm in your seat. You can feel the damp patch growing, your body betraying your arousal.
Gasps softly as your face turns crimson, squeezing your thighs together to try to prevent him from doing anything further.
"Kingston! Of course not! It was just how I think you're a pervert sometimes" you reply jokingly while flustered.
Kingston chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through your very core His fingers paused their teasing torture for a moment, giving your thigh a little squeeze.
"A pervert?" he repeated, his voice a low, amused growl. "Dear heart, if being crazy about every inch of your gorgeous body makes me a pervert, then guilty as charged."
His hand slid even higher, his fingers brushing over the damp lace covering your most intimate place. He could feel the heat of her, the way her body ached for his touch, for his possession.
"But you love it when I'm a 'pervert', don't you Myshka?" Kingston murmured, his deep voice dripping with dark promise.
"You love the way I touch you, the way I worship this stunning body of yours. You love being the center of my world, the object of my devotion~ obsession."
"And you're right, I am a pervert, but for you and only you."
Kingston's voice was rough with emotion, with the force of his desire, with the sheer, overwhelming intensity of his love obsession for you.
As the car came to a halt arriving at the driveway of his private mansion, Kingston turned off the engine and twisted in his seat to face you fully. His ice blue eyes blazed into yours, filled with a mix of tenderness and hunger, of adoration and lust.
"Now, let's get upstairs and I'll show you just how much of a pervert I can be. All. Night. Long."
Kingston's words were a dark, seductive promise, a tantalizing preview of the passionate, perhaps even rough, night that awaited you two.
"Um, w-we should go… i-inside, Kingston. P-please…" You stammered softly, mentally kicking yourself for sounding so flustered and submissive.
With a low, rumbling chuckle, he reluctantly pulled his hand away from your heated core and opened the car door stepping out. His tall, muscular frame moved with grace and power that never failed to make your heart race.
He walked around to your side of the car and opened the door, offering his hand to help you out. Placing your smaller, softer hand in his larger, calloused one, Kingston used the opportunity to pull you flush against his hard body.
"Now, lets get you upstairs so I can give you all the 'inside' action you can handle, And so much more." Kingston promised, his accent giving a low, seductive growl as he gave you a kiss on the neck, making you shiver.
Kingston kept one arm wrapped around your waist as he led you towards the mansion's entrance, his steps long and purposeful. As you two walked up to the entrance, Kingston opened the door, his arm never leaving your waist.
Shutting the door behind him, now enclosing them in the intimate space. As soon as you two were alone, Kingston pushed you up against the nearest wall, pinning you there with his much larger frame.
His hands slid up your sides, skimming over the soft curves of your breasts, your shoulders, before cupping your face. Kingston tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his intense, smoldering gaze.
Kingston's eyes were dark and stormy, his expression one of pure obsession.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. "Seeing you, touching you, being near you... it's like a fucking drug. I can't get enough of you, y/n."
With that, he leaned in and captured your lips in a searing, claiming kiss. His mouth moved over yours with a fierce, desperate hunger, his tongue delving deep to stake his claim on your very soul.
It was a kiss that spoke of possession, of ownership, of a love obsession so intense it bordered on all-consuming. One hand slid down to grip the back of your thigh, hiking your leg up to wrap around his waist as he ground his hardening length against your core.
Kingston broke the kiss, his chest heaving, his eyes wild and hungry as he stared down at you wrapped around his waist. Without a word, he carried you in his strong arms, climbing up the stairs with purpose and into their opulent room
He kicked the door shut behind them, never breaking stride as he carried you towards the bed. Kingston sat you down gently on the edge of the king-sized bed, his hands never leaving her body.
"Now dear heart, let me show you just how much I missed you today."
He captures your lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue as he claims your mouth aggressively. One hand tangles in your silky hair, tugging your head back to expose the column of your throat which he attacks with bites and sucks, determined to leave his mark on your skin.
Your breath hitched in your throat, a breathy, needy whimper escaping your parted lips as you gazed up at Kingston with hooded, desire-darkened eyes. Strands of h/c hair fell around your face, framing the delicate beauty of your features.
"K-Kingston…~" you breathed out, your voice a sweet, breathless whisper dripping with anticipation and longing. Your slender body trembled slightly in his strong arms, your full breasts heaving with each shallow breath. You could feel the heat of his skin through his shirt, the hard muscles beneath flexing as he held you tight. It made you feel so small, so delicate, so… owned.
Your fingers curled into the fabric of Kingston's shirt, clinging to him like he was your lifeline. In that moment, he was. He was your everything, your world, your reason for living. And God, how you needed him, craved him, ached for him in a way that made you feel almost painfully empty as your insides twitched and throbbed.
Kingston's eyes darkened at the sound of your needy whimper, his expression twisting into one of pure hunger and lust. The way you said his name, the way it trembled on your soft lips, the way it was infused with such desperate, aching desire... it set his blood on fire, cock aching desperately.
With a low, animalistic growl, Kingston crashed his mouth down onto yours, capturing your lips in a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue delved deep, stroking against yours, claiming you, possessing you with a fierce, relentless hunger.
One hand fisted in your silky hair, holding you in place as he ravaged your mouth, while the other hand slid down the smooth, slender column of your throat, feeling the way your pulse raced beneath his touch.
Kingston's hands made quick work of your clothes, practically tearing them all off your body in his impatience to feel your bare skin against his. Buttons flew everywhere as he ripped open your blouse, sending the delicate material fluttering to the floor. He didn't bother with finesse, too consumed by the all-encompassing need to have you, to take you, to claim you in the most primal way possible.
As he broke the kiss, Kingston's mouth trailed down the elegant line of your neck, his teeth scraping over your racing pulse before he latched onto the sensitive skin and sucked hard. He wanted to mark you, to brand you, to leave his claiming mark on your flesh for all to see.
His hands slid up your ribcage and removed your lacy bra, tossing them aside carelessly, cupping the perfect, heavy globes of your breasts. He squeezed and kneaded the soft, pliant flesh, his thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks of your nipples until they pebbled. Kingston's lips curved into a wicked smirk against your skin as he felt you squirm beneath his touch, heard the sweet, desperate little whimpers and mewls that spilled from your kiss-swollen lips.
"Mmmnh… Kingston…" you gasp out between desperate moans, your usual shy, reserved nature melting away under the intensity of his passion. Your voice is breathless, needy, dripping with a hunger that matches his own.
"Please… I need… I-I need...!~" you were cut off with the feeling of your nipple between his teeth, sucking hard and flicking his tongue rapidly over the sensitive nub, repeating the same motion with its twin, inciting a mewl from your lips.
Kingston groans onto your nipple, the desperate need in your voice spurring him on. He grips your ass roughly, grinding you down against the hard bulge straining in his pants.
"What do you need, Zolotse? Use your words." He demands harshly, nipping at your pulse point. His other hand slides up your thigh calloused fingers brushing teasingly along the edge of your soaked panties.
"Beg for it like the needy little slut you are. Let me hear how badly you want my cock splitting you open my little Shlyuha."
Your eyes were glazed over with lust and desperation, arched your back wantonly as you grinded your hips against Kingston's skillful hand, desperate for his touch to be where you truly needed it. Soft, breathy mewls spilled from your kiss-swollen lips, punctuated by needy little whimpers that spoke volumes of your desire.
"P-please, Kingston…" you gasped out, your usually soft voice now ragged and filled with need.
"I… I need you so badly. I'm aching for your touch, your kiss, your everything. P-Please, I can't… I need… I need you inside me, take me, claim me, ruin me for anyone else. Make me yours c-completely."
He groans in approval at your wanton pleas, his control snapping. In one swift motion, he rips your drenched panties clean off, tossing the ruined lace aside carelessly. His large hand slid between your thighs, cupping your mound possessively.
He could feel the heat of it, the way your folds were already sopping wet and swollen with need. A dark, satisfied smirk curled his lips around your nipple as he felt the evidence of your desire.
He released your nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the damp, stiff peaks. Kingston's eyes, dark and intense, flashed up to meet your dazed, lust-hazed gaze. His voice was a low, rough rumble when he spoke, dripping with dark promise.
"Such a good girl, begging so sweetly for me." He purrs darkly, two thick fingers plunging knuckle-deep into your dripping cunt without warning. He pumps them hard and fast, curling to hit that special spot inside you, making you moan loudly.
"F*ck, you're already so soaked for me. Such a perfect little f*cktoy, always ready for me."
His thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles as he finger-fucks you ruthlessly, the obscene wet sounds of your arousal filling the room.
"Ohhh f-fuuuuck yes!~" you cried out sharply, voice raw with pleasure and need. Your back arching off the bed as jolts of electric pleasure course through your body with every deep, harsh thrust of Kingston's fingers. Your velvety walls clench greedily around him.
"Ahhh! Oh god, yesss! Don't stop, please don't stop!" you mewl incoherently, too lost in the electrifying pleasure that shoots through your body with every powerful thrust and expert rub.
"Kingston!" you gasp out, your voice ragged and desperate with need. "I… oh god, I can't… it's too much! S-Somethings... Coming!"
Your hips rolled and grinded against Kingston's fingers as you awaited your rapidly approaching climax. You could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core, the heat building to an almost unbearable level as your body hurtled towards a shattering peak.
Before you could get what you desperately needed, Kingston suddenly withdrew his fingers from your soaked, throbbing folds. Making you arch off the bed with a choked cry of frustration tearing from your throat from the abrupt loss of his touch, just as you teetered on the brink of a climax, made you whimper in frustration and needy despair.
Your eyes flew open wide, hazy with lust and confusion as you stared up at him in disbelief
"NO! No wait! K-Kingston why..? Please I was s-so close..."
You whimpered, your voice breaking with emotion. Cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink as you bit your lower lip, trembling with the force of the arousal and the agonizing ache between your thighs your core clenching around nothing. It was pure, exquisite torture, being denied release at the last possible second.
Kingston smirked wickedly as he watched you writhe and whimper on the bed, your face flushed and eyes hazy with desperate, unfulfilled lust. He loved seeing you like this, completely at his mercy, aching for his touch, begging so sweetly for release. It stroked his ego and fueled his dominant side to no end.
"Shh, patience, my greedy little Shlyuha."
He purred darkly, trailing a finger teasingly along your dripping slit, feeling the way your body clenched and fluttered around nothing. He brought his slick fingers, coated with your arousal, up to his lips and licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Mmm, you taste divine, Zolotse." He purred darkly, sucking your juices off his fingers with relish.
"But you don't get to come until I allow it. You don't come until I'm buried inside this tight little cunt and you're swollen with my seed."
He grabbed your thighs and pushed them apart, spreading your legs wide as he settled between them. With one hand, he undid his belt and zipper, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his massive, pulsating hard cock. It slapped against your belly, leaving a thick smear of precum on your skin.
When he had discarded the rest of his clothing you don't even remember. <plz help
It was enormous-no monstrous, and you couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of it. The thick, veiny pulsing shaft was as wide/thick as your wrist and at 12in stretched far beyond your belly button, the bulbous head an angry red and leaking with thick pent-up arousal.
A shiver of nervous anticipation ran down your spine as you wondered how on earth that monster was going to fit inside your tight, untouched channel.
'that thing's gonna reach my fucking lungs... forget that, he's gonna destroy my insides.' You shuddered at the thought, but yet your pussy twitched in excitement perhaps?
The thick head of his cock nudged against your entrance, the heat of it searing your swollen folds.
Kingston leaned down, his face inches from yours. "Beg for my cock like a good little slut." He commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl.
He rubbed the tip of his member up and down your slit, coating himself in your slick arousal. The sensation made you shudder and moan, your hips bucking up against him desperately.
"Please, Kingston! I-I need your cock so badly!" you whimpered, voice high and needy. "Please, I can't take the teasing anymore. I need you, inside me, filling me up!"
Kingston's eyes flashed with dark triumph at your wanton plea. "Good girl...~" he praised, his voice a low rumble.
"That's it, y/n. Beg for your king's cock. Beg for me to claim this pussy, to fill you up and f*ck you stupid. Beg me to ruin you for anyone else Myshka, to make sure you know that this cunt belongs to me and me alone..."
"Now, take my cock like the perfect little f*cktoy you are."
With that, he thrust forward, sheathing himself fully inside your hot, tight depths in one powerful stroke. Kingston groaned as he felt your tight walls stretch deliciously around his thick girth, gripping him like a velvet glove.
He paused for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size before he started to move, setting a hard, fast pace as he pounded into you, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
"AHHHNNNNGGHH! OH GOD, YES!~"
You screamed, voice raw and hoarse with ecstasy as you felt Kingston's massive, throbbing cock spear into you in one brutal, glorious thrust. The sudden, intense mix of pleasure and delicious pain made you convulse beneath him, your back arching sharply off the bed as you deathgrip the sheets.
"OH F*CK! Oh god, you're t-too… BIG! It's… it's s-splitting me open!"
you cried out, eyes rolling back in bliss as you clutched at his broad shoulders desperately. Your nails raked down his muscular back, leaving red lines on his skin as you clung to him, seeming to urge him on. The feeling of his hips snapping against yours, his thick cock driving into you over and over, was pure bliss.
His hips slapping against yours with each powerful thrust. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, bending you nearly in half as he loomed over you, the new angle allowed him to drive even deeper. One hand gripped the headboard for leverage as he pistoned into you, the other sliding down to grip your neck, choking you lightly while holding you in place as he took his pleasure from your willing, eager body.
Kingston leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he growled out his dark, filthy promises. His voice was a low, sinful purr, dripping with erotic threat and lewd, carnal intent.
"That's it, my little Shlyuha... F*ck, you feel so good. So f*cking tight and wet and perfect. This cunt was made for my cock, you know that? Made to be filled and f*cked and used for my pleasure."
His hips never faltered in their punishing rhythm, driving into you with a force that shook the bed and rattled the headboard. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with their harsh pants and gasps and the creaking of the straining mattress.
"KINGSTON! OH GOD, I'M… I'M CUMMING!~"
A sharp, ragged scream tore from your throat, eyes rolling back in bliss as your body convulsed beneath Kingston's powerful thrusts. Your velvety walls clamped down around his pistoning cock like a vice, rippling and fluttering as you finally came undone. Your slender body shuddered and trembled, a sheen of sweat glistening on your skin as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.
Kingston groaned at the sensation of your spasseming walls as he f*cked you through your climax. Moving his large hand from your throat and slid into your hair, fisting it and tugging your head back to bare the long, elegant column of your throat to him.
Kingston leaned down and sank his teeth into the tender flesh, biting down hard enough to leave a vivid mark, to claim you, to make you his. His other hand came down to your hip, squeezing the soft, pliant flesh hard enough to leave bruises, to brand you as his.
"Yes, scream for me, let everyone know who this pussy belongs to. Let them all know that you're mine, my perfect little f*cktoy." Kingston demanded, his voice a low, dominant rasp as he continued to pound into you, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
With a feral growl, Kingston redoubled his efforts, f*cking into you harder, deeper, with a single-minded intensity focused solely on your pleasure and his own all-encompassing need to possess you utterly.
Your hips buck and writhe beneath him, meeting his every thrust with a desperate, wanton need. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Your long h/c hair tangles around your head, clinging to your sweat-dampened skin as you toss your head from side to side, overwhelmed by the overstimulation.
"good girl~ just like that, you're squeezing me so good~" he hisses, slamming his cock inside you so good that you don't want him to stop, even if it aches your clit.
Kingston's large hand slid down your trembling body, calloused fingers finding your sensitive clit. He rubbed the swollen nub in tight, rough circles, pushing you closer to the edge of another shattering climax.
He could feel your body starting to tense once again, your tight heat starting to flutter around his pistoning cock as your climax approached. Kingston smirked, knowing that he had you right on the edge.
"That's it, come on my cock like a good girl. Milk my f*cking dick with this greedy little cunt. I want to feel you come undone around me, want to feel you f*cking shatter."
He captured your mouth in a brutal, dominating kiss, swallowing your screams of ecstasy as he fucked you with wild abandon, chasing his own rapidly approaching release. His hips snapped forward, driving into you with enough force to rock the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust.
Your body convulsed beneath him as the pleasure became too intense to withstand any longer. Throwing your head back, you let out a scream of pure ecstasy as your second orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your walls clamped down around his pistoning cock like a vice, rippling and squeezing as he drove into you with wild abandon.
"KINGSTON! OH GOD, YES! I'M... I'M... AHHHHNNNNNNGGGHHH!"
Wave after wave of mind-bending ecstasy crashed over you, white hot pleasure searing your every nerve ending as your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave. You could only cling to Kingston desperately, your nails digging into his muscular back, your body shaking and trembling as you rode out the intense, toe-curling high.
The sensation of your pussy milking his dick pushed Kingston over the edge, f*cking you through your orgasm with more force, and eventually reaching his. With a roar of your name, he buried himself to the hilt inside your spasming cunt and let go, his hot seed erupting deep inside you.
"F*CK, YESSSS! TAKE IT ALL, Y/N! F*CK, YOU'RE MINE!"
Kingston's hips jerked and stilled as he pumped load after heavy load of his thick, hot cum directly into your womb. Your body shuddered and trembled through the aftershocks, milking every last drop from his cock, your belly slightly swelled from the sheer volume.
He continued to grind against you, working you through your intense orgasm as thick spurt after heavy spurt of his cum pumped into your greedy cunt. His cock, massaging with your cum.
He grunted and groaned, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave more bruises as he finally emptied himself inside you, marking you, claiming you, ruining you for anyone else.
"Take it all, every last f*cking drop. You're mine now, my perfect little cumslut."
Kingston collapsed on top of you, his muscular body blanketing yours, he peppered your face and neck with soft kisses as he caught his breath. Your body trembled beneath his weight, still reeling from the intensity of your shared climax. His softening cock remained nestled inside your tender, dripping sex, plugging you up, making sure not a single drop of his seed would escape
He brushed a strand of sweat-dampened hair from your forehead, tucking it gently behind your ear. His ice blue eyes, usually so hard and intense, now gazed down at you with a softness that made your heart flutter.
Kingston's large hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly over your kiss-swollen lips. He leaned in close, his breath mingling with yours as he murmured in that deep, accented rumble
"Mmmm, such a good girl y/n, taking me so well," he praised, a low satisfied rumble from his deep voice vibrating through your chest. "My perfect little Shlyuha. All mine, forever and always."
He pressed his forehead against yours, his lips curving into a satisfied, almost smug smile. His other hand slid down to your hip, squeezing the soft flesh possessively.
"All mine now, you hear? This body, this heart, this soul… it's all mine, and only mine. I won't let anyone else touch you, ever. You're my treasure, my most precious possession."
He sealed his declaration with a deep, tender kiss, pouring all his love and obsession into the press of his lips against yours. His tongue stroking languidly against yours as he savored your taste. When he finally pulled back, his hyper-blue eyes met yours, dark and sated but still smoldering with possessive heat.
You could only manage a weak, blissful smile and simply nod, eyes glazed over with post-coital bliss. You were too utterly spent, your body still trembling with the aftershocks from the intense lovemaking eyes fluttered closed, too exhausted to keep them open.
"Rest now, my love. You've more than earned it." His voice was a low, intimate murmur. "When you wake Dusha Moya, I'll have you again. And again. All. Night. Long."
With that promise, he rolled onto his side, gathering you into his strong arms and pulling you back against his broad chest. He knew this was your first time, so for now he wasn't going to give you another round. His muscular arm wrapped around your waist, holding you possessively, territorial. Kingston's lips pressed a tender kiss to your temple as he settled in, content to hold you close as you both drifted off to a peaceful, sated sleep.
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