Page 70 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
And I feel it—a surge of pride, heavy and real.
I gave her this.
This peace.
Never thought I’d be the kind of man who’d find satisfaction in nurturing someone. But I do. I fuckinglivefor it now.
Not that I’m completely selfless. I should be focused on washing her, the way I told myself I would. But with the memory of her coming on my tongue still fresh—and my cock throbbing under the water—I’m too far gone for patience.
“Come here,” I say, leaning back against the wall of the tub. “Straddle me, baby.”
She shifts toward me, tossing a playful look over her shoulder before climbing into my lap.
Her belly presses gently between us, a warm, rounded reminder of what we’ve made together. She pauses, a little breathless, and adjusts—leaning back slightly, bracing her hands on my thighs to give herself more room.
Andfuck, the sight of her like this—glowing, wet, curves full and heavy with my babies—makes my chest clench.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, watching suds slide down her slick, swollen breasts. “I want to watch you ride me. I want to see how good you look taking me in.”
She arches a brow. “All three hundred pounds of me?”
I sit up straight so fast water sloshes over the sides, and I nip at one of her nipples—not gently.
She yelps. “Ow! What the hell, Dario?”
“No one talks shit about my woman. Not even her.”
She rolls her eyes, and I swear I fall a little harder. So damnsassy.
“I’m just saying…I’ve ballooned. I’m surprised you don’t ask to keep the lights off. I’m pregnant with twins. It’s not exactly a time to enter beauty contests.”
I reach up and rest my palm over her belly, fingers splayed wide. “You havenoidea how sexy you are right now. You’re glowing. Your tits are fuller. You’re insatiable. And I get to see you come every damn day.”
I meet her eyes, low and steady. “Pregnancy suits you, Paige. Frankly, I look forward to knocking you up again. A few more times.”
Her eyes widen a little, and I see that flicker of panic.
I pushed too far—too fast.Fuck.
So I move before she has a chance to overthink it. My hand slips between us, gripping the base of my cock, and I guide it to her entrance.
“I said I want you to ride me,” I murmur. “So what’s it going to be? Are you going to listen? Or am I going to have to bend you over for a little lesson later?”
The flash of heat in her eyes tells me everything.
Yeah. She likes the idea of punishment. I’ll keep that in my back pocket.
But right now, I want her tomove.
She steadies herself on my shoulders and lowers herself slowly, her pussy stretching around me, inch by inch.
“Fuck,” I growl, tipping my head back, but keeping my eyes on her. “So tight.”
She starts to ride me, rocking her hips in a rhythm that’s unhurried and absolutely devastating. My hands grip her hips, guiding her, helping her find her pace.
Water sloshes over the side, splashing onto the tile. She hesitates, maybe worried about the mess, but I tighten my grip.
“Don’t stop. Let it spill. We’ll clean it up later.”
