Page 38 of Abducted By the Mafia Don
She took a pill, and she left her door unlocked when I told her repeatedly not to. Taggie is in my house, and she belongs to me and that she doesn’t realise is a small inconvenience.
I hold my breath as I swing open the door, then my head spins.
Her naked body is entirely exposed, and she’s asleep on her back, bathed in the light from a small lamp.
“My sleeping beauty. Mia bambola.” I slip into Italian, praising her in a low, hoarse tone as I approach and stand over her peacefully resting body that I’m going to defile.
I run my fingertips over her creamy white thighs, and over her soft belly. Her legs are parted, as though in welcome. It’s her way of sleeping, but my brain interprets it as an invitation that her right leg is bent and angled upwards, revealing the pretty pink petals of her sex.
And they’re wet.
There’s no hesitation tonight, just hunger.
Eagerly, I get my shoulders between her knees, and my face where she smells like she’s mine. I take one, long greedy lick.
“Delicious.”
She quakes beneath me. I put my mouth on her and suck. I devour her. Gorge. Cover my cheeks with her cream until her hips are chasing my tongue and my cock is hard and aching.
“I can’t wait, bambola.” It’s a rough admission as I lever myself up. “Forgive me.” I crawl over her. “I know you need to come, but I have to feel you. It’ll be just the tip. Only for a second. You’ll never know… Until you’re perfectly rounded with our baby.”
I run my hand over her belly, imagining I can feel a curve.
“After hearing you say you wanted children…” I’ve given in to all my most feral desires. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see you pregnant.” And pray she forgives me.
Delicately, I lean down and kiss her mouth.
Her breathing isn’t quite even. It’s shallow and fast, and something at the back of my head shoutsno. It roars that I should stop.
But my lust is too strong. I can’t listen to logic.
“I love you,” I whisper as I reach down and notch us together, then pause, choked. Because it feels so right. She’s incredibly silky and yielding. Made for me.
And yet she isn’t. She’s asleep.
I tell myself it’s for the best.
“You feel like heaven,” I murmur brokenly as I push into her past the resistance of her body that’s there even though she’s soaking wet.
“Taggie, you’re so beautiful.” I sweep my gaze over her luscious little tits. The sight of the tip of my cock wedged into her soaking pink folds almost causes me to lose control. But I grit my teeth. Because this time, she doesn’t clench around me, tipping me over.
That’s a good thing. Surely. I’m not disappointed, because I get to be inside her and kiss her.
I want to be deeper, to have her, to spill right up against her womb and make her pregnant. But this will have to be enough. A sweet dream.
I drag my gaze up, shaking at the sight of her. She’s breathing a little fast. I’m going to steal another kiss while I make myself come in her entrance. Just the tip.
Reaching to my cock, I pump the exposed part of theshaft then sigh as I lift my head to kiss her lips, as though she wants this.
The shock is lightning.
Because a pair of midnight-blue eyes look up at me.
She’sawake.
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