Page 102 of Stolen Mafia Vows
EMILY
“I’m in the bathroom,I won’t be long,” I call out when I hear the door to my room open and close.
Today is our wedding day. Oursecondwedding day. And this time our families are going to be present to witness it. Eoghan wanted to make it special, so when my mom showed him pictures that I drew when I was a child of me getting married in a fairy tale castle, he took them at face value.
And arranged for us to get married in a fairy tale castle in Ireland, complete with moat, turrets, and narrow windows designed for bows and arrows.
Wrapping a towel around my swollen belly, I glance at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Once I reached the second trimester, I had more energy than I think I’ve ever had before, and my sex drive was through the roof. I couldn’t get enough of Eoghan. I still can’t, even now that I’m approaching the third trimester.
I drop the towel and examine my breasts which are full and heavy, my nipples already erect under my gaze. Spreading mylegs wide, my eyes travel down my reflection to my pussy which I can no longer see without the aid of a mirror.
My sex tingles with anticipation, and I slide a finger between my folds as Eoghan appears behind me.
I remove my hand from between my legs and spin around to face him, heat flooding my cheeks. “I thought you were Victoria and Sienna. You’re not supposed to be here. It’s unlucky to see the bride on her wedding day.”
He smiles widely and steps closer, pinning me between him and the basin. “We’re already married, remember?” He kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue, the message arriving instantly between my legs. “Besides, I can’t let Victoria and Sienna have the pleasure of seeing you like this.”
I chuckle. “I’d have worn my robe.”
His kisses travel across my jawline to my ear, and he nibbles my lobe between his front teeth. “Lucky I came when I did then.” He slips a finger inside my sex, cupping my pussy with his hand. “You’re wet, mo chroi. Were you thinking about me?”
“Actually,” I try to keep a straight face, “I was thinking about the prince I was supposed to marry when I grew up.”
Eoghan tilts my head to one side, brushes my hair away from my neck and nibbles the flesh behind my ear. “I can be your prince.”
“You don’t have a crown.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He takes my hand and places it over the bulge inside his pants. “I have a very special crown. Unique. One of a kind.”
His lips travel back to mine, and he fills my mouth with his tongue until I’m gasping for air. He slides a second fingerinside me, probing, rubbing my clit with his thumb, and I spread my legs wider pushing his fingers deeper inside me.
“If you’re a good girl, I might let you try my crown on for size later.” His voice is husky with desire. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.” I’m already panting. “Perhaps you could give me a sneak preview now before they come to help me get ready.”
He slides his fingers out of me and brushes my lips with my own slickness. I instinctively lick them as our tongues collide.
“You taste so fucking beautiful, Emily.”
I whimper as I grab his wrist and suck my juices from his fingers.
“Do you like that?” He watches me closely, and I nod. “Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t move.”
He crouches in front of me, grips my thighs, and opens my legs even wider, peering up at me from underneath my pregnant belly. Then his tongue is inside me, and I’m gripping the edge of the basin to keep me upright as my orgasm flares almost immediately.
Eoghan pulls his tongue out of me abruptly and sits back on his haunches. “Slowly, Emily. Breathe.” He’s noticed that I’m panting. “You can’t come yet. I still want to see that flush on your face when you walk down the aisle.”
He slides a finger between my folds, scoops out the wetness, and licks his finger.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wetbefore.”
I suck in a deep breath. “Lick me, Eoghan, or I’ll come without you.”
“Fighting talk, eh? I’m going down. Hold on tight, baby.”
