Page 33 of Kingpin's Secret Baby

I feel her fingers grip my back, pulling me tighter as I brush my lips across her collarbone. The tension in her body melts beneath my touch, and she sighs softly.

“You were nineteen wearing that dress- God, I still remember it- simple, but it hugged you in all the right places. Your hair pulled back, so elegant.”

I pause, kissing her shoulder as I push her sweatshirt higher. She raises her arms, letting me take the garment off completely, and I toss it aside.

I let out a shuddering breath, my voice thick with desire. “But you were still you, and I realized in that moment, standing in the doorway watching you, that you weren't just my responsibility anymore. You were... everything I wanted. And I was terrified.”

I wrap my arm around her waist, my hands tracing the curve of her body. “Please… Piers,” she whispers, my name slipping from her lips like a prayer, searching, waiting, as if everything she needs is wrapped up in that single word.

Her voice undoes me, pulling me deep into the kiss. The tension in her body melts beneath my touch, her fingers massaging my hair.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” I growl, the words pulled from somewhere deep and unrelenting.

I break away from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. Her pulse flutters beneath my lips as I linger at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I slide my hands to her back and unclasp her bra, my eyes wandering down to her breasts, admiring their fullness.

I reach out, gently cupping one in my hand, my thumb brushing over her already hardened nipple. She gasps, her back arching slightly, pressing herself further into my touch. I lean down, capturing the other nipple in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, feeling it pebble even more. Her moans fill the room as I suck and nibble gently, driving her wild with each flick of my tongue. I lavish attention on one breast before moving to the other, ensuring that both receive equal care. Her body writhes beneath me.

Slow, deliberate kisses move from her breasts down to her stomach. Every inch of her skin is a wonderland, and I want to explore it all. I can feel her anticipation building, her body tensing with need. As I reach the bandage on her side, I pause, my heart aching at the sight of it. The gauze is stained with dried blood, but there’s nothing fresh seeping through. I lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to the edge of the gauze, a silent promise to continue to protect her, to never let her be hurt again.

Her eyes meet mine, and I see the gratitude and trust in them. It fuels me, making me even more determined to give her everything she deserves. I continue my descent, kissing every part of her as if it were sacred ground. She squirms beneath me, as her hands tighten in my hair, urging me lower. I oblige, my lips skimming the waistband of her sweatpants. I hook my fingers into the fabric, pulling it down slowly, revealing inch after glorious inch of her smooth skin. Her breath hitching as I toss the pants and panties aside and run kisses up her inner thigh.

I can feel her heat, smell her scent, and it drives me wild. I want to taste her again, to hear her scream out my name.

“Piers,” she gasps, her voice ragged with need. “Please.”

I can't help but harden at her words, my cock straining against my pants. I dip my head, running my tongue along her folds, tasting her sweetness. She moans, her hips bucking as I explore her. I find her clit, swollen and sensitive, and circle it with my tongue, applying gentle pressure.

Her hands now massage my scalp with anxiousness, her body writhing as I bring her closer and closer to the edge. I slip a finger inside her, moving it in time with my tongue. She's so tight, so wet, and I can feel her inner muscles clenching around me.

“Oh god, Piers,” she cries out, her voice echoing through the cabin.

I press harder, my tongue moving faster as I slide in another finger, reaching even deeper. Her breath comes in short gasps, her body tensing as she nears the precipice. And then she does. She screams my name, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over her. I hold her tightly, my mouth still on her, riding out the storm with her. Her taste, her scent, her sounds- they're all intoxicating, and I'm drunk on her.

As her tremors subside, I press soft kisses to her inner thighs, her hips, her stomach. She looks down at me, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, her lips curved in a contented smile.

“That was...” she starts, her voice trailing off as if words fail her.

I smile, tracing patterns on her skin with my fingertips. “Just the beginning,” I promise her.

I take off my shirt. Her hands move to my belt, her fingers working the buckle. I help her, pushing my jeans down and kicking them off. I'm left in my boxers, my arousal evident. Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn't look away. Instead, she reaches out, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection.

I groan, my body responding to her touch. She looks up at me, a question in her eyes. I nod, giving her the go-ahead. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down, freeing my cock.

Her hand wraps around my length, her grip tentative but firm. She moves her hand slowly, exploring, learning. I cover her hand with mine, showing her what I like, how I like it. She looks up at me, her eyes focused, her lips parted. But now’s not the time for that.

I guide her hands back down onto the rug, my body now covering hers. I support my weight on my elbows, careful not to put any pressure on her injured side. Her legs part to accommodate me, her knees bending to cradle my hips, as I position myself at her entrance.

Her hips buck against mine, her body seeking more contact, more friction as my length slides against her folds, coating myself in her wetness.

“Relax,” I murmur.

She takes a deep breath, her body relaxing beneath me. I push into her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to my size. She's so tight, so hot, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to lose myself in her right then and there.

I hold still for a moment, letting her get used to the sensation. Her eyes meet mine, and in them, I see trust, I see need, I see desire.

I begin to move, my hips rocking against hers in a slow, steady rhythm. She moans, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed.

Her body responds to mine, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. I can feel her inner muscles clenching around me, her body gripping me tightly. The friction is exquisite, the pleasure intense.

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