Page 339 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

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About an hour later, Marchella and I wander away from the now-overcrowded suite, our arms snaked around each other’s waists. She lets out a little sigh and leans her head on my shoulder. “Aisling is so gorgeous,” she breathes. “I can’t believe how tiny she is!”

“Yeah, she’s cute.” I say.

“I can’t wait to have kids,” she says. “I adore them.”

“You’d be a really great mom,” I murmur.

“Thanks.” She sighs. “I really miss the kids I used to teach. I always had so much fun going to work, you know, before everything happened with my dad. I mean, I love volunteering at the animal shelter now, especially since I can bring Bella with me. And I’m so glad I’m still able to visit the kids at the old community center and read to them. But I need something more, you know? I have a pretty expensive bilingual teaching degree, now I’m going for my masters. I want to use my credentials. I want a career. Purpose. Fulfillment. All of it.”

“I think we might be able to do something about that,” I say. “I can call in a few favors, get you set up at one of the private schools in the city.”

“Oh my God, like that wouldn’t be worse than dealing with the public school parents! How would private school parents react to having an Amante teach their kids? I mean, with the tuition they must pay?” She looks over at me like I’ve grown another two heads.

“Trust me, I can take care of everything. You’re smart, gorgeous, and accomplished. They will love you.” I smirk. “Now, can we get back to the baby conversation?”

“Oh, are you ready for fatherhood?”

“Nah,” I say with a chuckle. “But I’ll tell ya, I suddenly have the urge to do a test run.” I stop suddenly in front of a door, backing her against it. “What do you say? Wanna fake make a baby with me?

The corners of her lips lift. “Oh,yes.”

I jiggle the lock and the door opens into a huge restroom. Oh, fuck yeah, this is how we roll in the VIP maternity wing.

I shut the door behind us, locking it before I turn toward Marchella. She eyes me with that come-hither look that always makes my cock tingle and slides her hand up her thigh, revealing a lacy pink thong under her skirt. With a quick, sexy wiggle, she manages to get the panties off before sashaying toward me, a seductive grin tugging at her lips. She grabs my belt buckle and yanks my shorts open. My dick springs to attention, precum glistening at the tip the second she starts stroking my hard length. I lift her into my arms and swing around so her back is against the wall.

She lets out a yelp. “Oh my God, cold tile!”

I snicker. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna warm you up nice.” I rub the swollen head of my cock against her wet slit. “You’re dripping for me, you dirty girl. You wanted me to fuck you against a wall in a bathroom, didn’t you?”

“Oh yeah,” she says in a breathy voice. “It’s the fantasy I’ve always wanted to live out with you.”

I cover my mouth with hers and she fists my hair, gasping against my lips as I slide my cock into her tight pussy. I thrust hard and fast as soon as I sink into her heat, unable to control myself.

Maybe it’s the baby stuff.

Maybe it’s the family stuff.

Or maybe it’s just because for the first time in my life, I’m really and truly happy.

All I know is that I need to be connected to her in every possible way.

And I couldn’t wait another second for it.

She digs her fingers into my back as I glide in and out, dragging my cock against her clit with each push and pull. Her walls clench around me, soft whimpers slipping from her mouth as she meets my every thrust. Her legs are locked around my waist, her body beckoning me, driving me deeper and deeper until I don’t know where I end and where she begins.

Her head falls back against the wall, her eyes the brightest blue as they glitter with deep-seated desire. She squeezes my cock, her juices flowing over me. Her body trembles, her pussy quivering as I drive into her with long, hard strokes. “Oh…my…God,” she moans. “So…good!”

I squeeze my eyes shut, sparks igniting into flames that rage through me as the orgasm explodes, sizzling every cell in my body. My body spasms against her as the euphoric sensations consume me like a tidal wave.

We collapse against each other, breathless, sated, and smiling.

I tangle my fingers in her long hair, dropping my head into her sweet-smelling neck. “I fucking love you,” I rasp.

“I fucking love you, too,” she whispers, her tongue poking out to tickle the area behind my ear.

I pull away slightly, staring into her eyes. “I mean it, Chell. You’re it for me. Forever. I wanna marry you.”

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