Page 13 of Kingpin's Baby
“May I?”
She licks her lips and gives a quick nod.
Sliding my hands underneath her T-shirt, I find the waistband. My thumb touches a sliver of skin. She trembles as I stroke her, then hook the elastic, and drag it down, taking her knickers too. But she lifts her bottom to allow me to roll the fabric down her thighs and reveal her, even toeing off her shoes as I get the leggings to her ankles.
“Mmm, I quite like the idea of you held,” I murmur, hardly for her ears, as I release her feet and toss the garments away.
But she hears, and when I look up, she’s blushing prettily.
“Pull up your T-shirt for me, princess.”
Her obedience is unexpected and dizzying. There’s no argument. She just grasps the hem of her T-shirt and tugs it right over her head and drops it onto the floor.
“Like that?”
“Yes.” One hoarse word is all I can get out. She’s stunning, and not been wearing a bra, all this time. She’s been so close tonaked while I’ve been in layer after layer of suit. Her tits are the finest artwork I’ve ever seen, her skin smooth and enticing.
Watching her eyes, I lean in and kiss her belly. It’s a silent promise. I’ll put a baby in there, sooner or later.
One thing is for certain. I won’t let her go.
Everything I said about this marriage only lasting six months? A lie. I won’t stop her leaving.
But I have six months to turn this from a deal to her enthusiastically bouncing on my cock. I’ll just make it so she doesn’t want to go. I’ll give her orgasm after orgasm. I’ll tell her off if her credit card bill isn’t high enough. Hell, I’ll start going to the godforsaken do-gooder London Mafia Syndicate meetings so she can make friends with the other mafia wives. Literally anything. I’ll do all I can to make her happy. Deliriously happy, so she stays with me.
Not just so I can sleep. Yes, she calms the beast inside me.
Working my way down from her belly button, her breathing goes ragged as I hold her hips and pretend her soft stomach is all I’m interested in. But there’s an end I have in mind here, and when I glance up, I find her expression full of trust and awe.
I can’t restrain my grin.
“Open your legs, princess.”
Tentatively, she parts her knees, revealing her pink folds. They’re soaked.
My cock surges.
“You look delicious.” I begin slowly, with kisses over her thighs. Gentle presses of my lips onto her soft flesh. Yielding and so lovely.
I draw slightly closer with every kiss, and the anticipation makes my heart pound. I lure her in, pretending this is all I’m interested in. I indulge in teasing touches, not quite where she needs it. Her juices already coat my mouth, and her taste? Oh she tastes amazing. A bit sweet, a bit salty, and entirely of Ren.
Her gasp of surprise turns into a moan as I reach her clit with short, light licks that explore. Then firmer, more. I circle my tongue over the sensitive bud again and again, and she writhes and whimpers.
I have to feel her.
Keeping one hand on her thigh, I bring the other to her entrance. There’s no need to moisten my fingers. Between her arousal and my licks, she’s soaked.
I touch a fingertip to her where she yields, and continue to suck and lave her clit. I’m waiting for her to move away, or say no, or point out that we shouldn’t do this. I’m twice her age. I’m her boss. I’m a kingpin and she’s in a vulnerable position.
She doesn’t say any of those things.
Nope.
She begs. “Please.” And spreads her legs wider for me.
I slide my forefinger into her tight wet heat, and groan, even as I continue to lick her. My cock is seeping pre-come from the second-hand pleasure. Withdrawing, I push in again, deeper, and she whimpers, shifting her hips towards me.
All the time, we’re watching each other. And after months of this being one-sided, of observing her alone, her eyes on me as I feast is a special kind of caress. I don’t need her hands on my cock, I have her gaze.
