Page 21 of Kingpin's Baby
Shifting on the sheets, I’m scared to move too much in case I wake him. Yes, it’s only the tip, and his dick feels amazing. But he’s nowhere near where he needs to be. And how am I going to move enough to get him to come inside me?
Just the tip.
A sob of frustration wells up.
I can’t do this.
Literally, he’s too big, I don’t think he’ll fit. But also, what if he woke? Jasper would be so furious. I’d never want him to beas cross as he would be if he discovered what I was doing. I go to shift away, back to my side of the bed.
His hand tightens infinitesimally on my neck, cutting off my air for the time between heartbeats.
“Ren,” comes a throaty growl.
I freeze.
“What are you doing?”
Then he slips his palm down, clasping my shoulder. It’s ownership, that movement.
A whimper escapes me, and I arch into his touch. I am helpless in my desire for this man. I love him excessively. His closeness feeds my soul, even when I’m trembling. What is my dangerous mafia boss husband going to do about me trying to ride his cock without his say-so?
He squeezes my hip, hard enough to bruise. Oh I hope it does. I’d wear his marks with pride.
“I asked you a question,wife, what are you doing?”
The tip of his cock is still pressed into my folds. Not fully inside, but neither of us has pulled away.
I think it’s obvious what I’m trying to do. I’m attempting to get his cock into my pussy.
“Oops?” I say the first thing that pops into my head. “I slipped?”
His chest shakes with silent laughter.
“Try again.” And his voice is laced with amused disbelief. He rolls his hips the smallest amount.
“Uh?” His slight movement has destroyed me. It sends sparks of pleasure from my core to my toes.
“Tell me,wife.”
“I want a baby,” I confess, beyond caring that my cheeks flame with humiliation. I’m caught. I might as well speak the truth. “I want you to give me a baby.”
“My baby?”
I nod.
He shifts, still clasping my neck with that possessive tenderness, then his breath is at my temple.
“You want me to breed you, Ren?” His thumb brushes my cheek, and his other arm drags down over my belly, all the way to my mons. Then lower, sliding into the soft, slick place where his rigid shaft is at my entrance.
“Yes. Please.” I don’t care that I’m begging. I need him so much.
He explores my slippery folds before spiralling his fingertips towards my clit. And oooohhhh, my mind goes blank at the amazing sensation of him touching me inside and out.
“You’re wet here again, princess,” he rumbles into my ear. “Are you in heat, like a cat? I bet you’re ready, aren’t you? Fertile and needy.”
“Breed me, husband.” I have no idea why this is making me so hot, but I’m dripping. Creaming. I’m so aroused from him saying this and from my request.
“You wantmybaby? I’ll give you all the seed for a baby. I’ll fill you up. I’ll make it overflow and pour out of you.”
