Page 4 of Mafia Doctor's Secret Baby

He straightens back up and removes himself from his pants, wrapping his hand around his cock. I glance back over my shoulder and find that he is already lining himself up against my slit. I’ve only done this position a few times, but I have to admit, it’s one of my favorites. And right now, it feels like the exact right pose for me to be in as I prepare to give myself up to this guy whose name I don’t even know.

I gasp as I feel him enter me for the first time, a shock of pleasure coursing through my system and sending an explosion of moans from between my lips. He slides his hands to my hips, holding me steady for a moment as he just grinds himself inside of me.

“Fuck, you feel just as good as I thought,” he murmurs as he stills himself within me, allowing me to adjust to the feel of him filling me from this angle. I can hardly catch my breath, but as he brings his hand to my hair and tugs it back slightly, he makes it so I have no choice but to look into his eyes.

“There you go,” he continues, starting to drive himself into me at a steady pace. It feels as though he’s taking his time, enjoying every inch of me from the inside out, and I can feel the movement starting to build to a pleasurable crescendo inside of me.

“Push back against me,” he orders, his voice low, and I do as I’m told at once, grinding myself back into him as though it’s the only thing in the world that matters. For now, maybe it is—I know this is crazy, and I know it’s unlike anything else I’ve ever done before, but there is an undeniable freedom in it. Knowing that I would never do something like this, but I can give in to it here, behind this mask, where nobody will ever know it was me…

He slips his hand between my legs and begins to play with my clit as he moves into me, his cock entering me in long,deep strokes that I can feel shuddering through my whole body. I’m moving back against him to match his pace, practically demanding the feel of him inside of me—nothing will sate it, nothing can come close, nothing but him, right now, his hand between my legs as he enters me…

And all at once, the orgasm takes control of me, my body spasming and my pussy clenching around his dick as I reach my release. I cry out, scrabbling at the sheets before me, looking for something, anything, to cling to—but there’s nothing. All I can do is sink into the pleasure and let it consume me as he continues to move in and out of me while I orgasm around him.

I can barely hear what he’s saying, but I am distantly aware of him telling me that I’m a good girl—and then I feel the twitch of him inside of me, followed by the warmth of his seed entering me. At that moment, for the first time, it flickers through my mind that we are not using protection—but my brain is so scrambled from the intensity of the pleasure, I find it hard to give a damn.

He holds himself inside me for a long time before he eases back, as though he’s enjoying every contour of me for just another few seconds before he’s done. But then, finally, he staggers back, and I collapse forward onto the bed, my elbows finally giving out beneath me.

He rubs a hand over my ass appreciatively, and grins as he brushes his finger along the tattoo on my upper thigh. I picked that spot deliberately, knowing that I can hide it easily if I ever need to cover up. It’s a special symbol to me, something that means a lot—something that has always brought me luck.

“I like your peacock,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb along the bird inked onto my skin. And as I sink further into the bed, allI can do is struggle to keep my eyes open, and wonder how I’m meant to get through the rest of the night.

Or if I’m ever even going to know the name of the man who just gave me the most intense orgasm of my life.

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KATIE

“Oh God,I don’t know if I can do this!” I groan, gripping the bedcovers and cringing as another rush of pain moves through me.

“You’re going to be alright,” the nurse, Gina, tells me. “Trust me, plenty of women have done this before you, and plenty of women are going to do it after you. Now, I’m just going to check how dilated you are…”

As she lifts up the edge of my rather undignified hospital robe, I sink back into the pillow and try to catch my breath before the next contraction. I feel as though I’m going to burst with the pain. I knew giving birth would be hard, but this—this is way more than anything I could ever have expected.

And for the hundredth time in the last nine months, I wonder if that anonymous hookup at the party was worth it.

I wince as I feel Gina moving between my legs, and let out a sharp breath when she comes back up—there’s a grim expression on her face, and she nods.

“I’m going to get the doctor on call,” she tells me. “It looks like you’re nearly ready. Do you want me to call for your husband, your boyfriend…?”

“Uh, no,” I blurt out, feeling a stab of shame amongst the pain, just in case I wasn’t going through enough. Because the truth is, of course, that I don’t have any man to be here with me.

Cara is in the waiting room, probably sipping on her twentieth coffee of the night and pacing back and forth, if I know her. She’s about the only person I still have left over from my old life, after this pregnancy tore apart everything I had been working toward, and I am beyond thankful that she offered to come with me to the hospital.

She tried to insist on coming into the actual delivery room with me, but I was quick to shut that down. I might love her, but there are some things you just don’t want your best friend to see—and this is sure as hell one of them.

“Of course,” Gina replies gently, and she reaches out to give my hand a squeeze. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie. Just a little longer, alright?”

I manage to nod before she rushes from the room, and I grope for the glass of water on the bedside table next to me as another deep twinge begins in my lower belly. I writhe on the bed, sweat leaping to my brow, but I manage to gulp down a few sips before I have to focus on my contractions once more.

I breathe through them as best I can, trying to remember what the leader of that birthing class told me—the birthing class I attended the week after I officially dropped out of my internship position with the councilor.

At least I managed to finish school before all of this happened…I was a few months into the pregnancy by the time I realized I was with child, and I put in the last of my coursework before this pregnancy could derail that part of my life too.

I didn’t even think about the possibility of being pregnant at first, even as my period stopped and I started noticing a sudden bloat to my belly. Because I am not the kind of girl who does something so reckless as to become pregnant by a stranger she has never laid eyes on before—a stranger whose face I’ve never seen, whose name I don’t even know. Not like I can just reach out to him and let him know what’s been going on.Hey, remember that girl you had sex with a few months ago? Well, she’s in the process of having your baby right now…

The thought is pushed from my mind as another rush of pain courses through me. Much to my relief, Gina appears in the doorway, and this time, she’s followed by a man I assume is the doctor.

Through my blurry gaze, I feel like I know him from somewhere. His mouth is set in a hard, determined line, and he moves toward me with purpose, speaking with Gina as he does so. I’m distantly aware of the way he’s asking to be caught up on everything that’s happened, demanding to know how far along I am and what he needs to do next, but I can’t take it in—no, all of this is too enormous, too difficult for me to wrap my head around.

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