Page 42 of Abducted By the Mafia Don
I sweep a wayward curl of hair from her face, and her eyes flutter open and fix on me.
There’s a split second where I think I’ve dreamed this whole night and I’m about to see her horror, but then she wriggles closer. Her breasts touch my chest, and her hands link around the back of my neck. I groan, even as I can’t take my eyes off her, and my cock—which was already hard with morning wood—goes to rock.
“Good morning, husband,” she murmurs, and hell, she’s so sultry, this girl will be the death of me.
I yank her flush to me, growling softly with appreciation as my cock is pressed between our stomachs.
“Taggie, I need to feel you again.” My hand is at her thigh, lifting it to my waist and opening her.
“I’m yours.”
Shifting her upwards, a rumbling growl comes from my throat as the tip of my cock finds her wet slit.
I reach between us, and grasp my cock. There’s a flash of confusion in her eyes as I don’t go to thrust into her.
“I imagine you’re sore,” I explain as I ease over her folds.
“I’m not!” She writhes against me, and I feel her crossed fingers on my skin.
“Mmhum. But we’ve established you’re a liar.” I squeeze her waist and continue rubbing her as though my straining, aching cock is her sex toy.
Then I get to the right spot, and there’s no complaints from her. I make myself crazy with the feel of her hot wet slit, just out of reach, but I won’t hurt her. Not now, not ever.
Though when her eyelids droop closed, I kiss her cheeks and growl, “Look at your husband as he makes you come, Taggie.”
“Sorry,” she gasps, and does as she’s told.
“Good girl.”
The praise sets off another flurry of spasms that I feel at the end of my cock, and it’s absurd how every moment is better and better with Taggie.
“I don’t think I’ll let you close your eyes as you orgasm ever again, bambola,” I tell her as her orgasm ebbs away.
“Dom.” She tries to pull me into her, but it’s like a leaf trying to shift the sky.
Luckily for her, I’m inclined to do as she wants.
“Just the tip.” I grin as I nudge her folds apart and stroke my cock—covered with her cream now—once, twice, three times, until I topple off the same edge she did, coming in her entrance.
When we’ve kissed and recovered, I carry her into the bathroom for a long shower. I wash her carefully, as though she really is the doll I call her, and she traces the lines of my tattoos with her fingertips.
“Do you want to wait until you’ve finished your degree before we have our wedding?” I ask as I dry her off with an enormous fluffy white towel. “Or shall we?—”
“You want to get married for real?” She stares at me.
“More than anything in the world. It might need to be a ‘renewal’ of our vows though.”
She throws herself into my arms and I lift and hold her tightly, my chest expanding with happiness. Nothing could spoil how perfect this is with her.
“Breakfast and wedding plans?” I suggest after long minutes of cuddling that we both needed. Craved.
“Granny will be so excited!” she exclaims. “I’m going to call her!” She grabs up her phone, but her face falls the next instant.
“What is it?” But I know. Of course I know.
Taggie passes me the phone, trembling, her eyes filling with tears. “This is all my fault. I should have convinced her to stay here.”
Granny:
