Page 12 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

I move my head forward until my lips press against hers.

From the instant our mouths touch, I forget about everything but her.

My tongue plunges between her lips, my cock twitching as it digs into her stomach.

She reaches down between us, moving it between her legs, grinding herself against it.

“I missed that,” she says, giving the root a squeeze with her soft hand. “God, it was good last time.”

I push her onto her back, moving on top of her, kissing her neck, breathing in her scent like opium, keeping me drugged.

I’m addicted to her. “Cara mia,” I mutter, flicking my tongue over her nipples. “So beautiful.”

I play with her tits, drawing deep moans from the back of her throat as she grinds against my thigh.

I tease her for a while, but I can’t resist tasting her for long.

Moving my body down, I place my head between those delicious thighs of hers.

It was thoughts of this that kept me going while I was imprisoned in Rome, memories of that one perfect night we had together.

I explore her folds with my fingers, gradually spreading them wide, using my tongue to gather up her wetness, flicking over her engorged clit, drawing more soft moans from her throat.

She shifts in place as I push a finger into her. She grips it tightly, grinding against me as I keep licking in circles, bringing her close to the edge of climax in minutes.

When she’s close, I can tell. I remember it well from last time, etched into my memory.

I hold her at the edge for a moment, teasing her for long enough for her to beg me to let her come.

I reward her a minute later, pushing her over the edge and then watching as her climax rips through her body.

My cock twitches at the sight, needing to be in her.

I move up the bed, kissing her as she pants for breath. I push myself straight into her, sliding my cock deep until it’s all the way inside.

I remain in place, staring into her eyes in the dark.

“I missed this,” I tell her. “I missed you.” I pull back, thrusting again as she runs her hands down my chest.

She gasps, feeling the broken skin.

“What happened?” she asks.

“I was protecting you,” I reply. “I’d die to protect you, Keira. I’ll kill to keep you safe.” I thrust again, getting close to coming.

I want to mark her as mine, spray over her chest, her face, her entire body. But I also want to come deep inside her, and I don’t want to ruin the moment by talking about protection.

As I reach the edge, I pull out, stroking myself fast.

“Touch your pussy,” I order her, looking down in the dark.

She finds her clit as I stroke my shaft hard and fast. “Oh, shit,” she mutters a moment later. “I’m going to come.”

“Do it. Come for me.”

She lets out a cry, her body shaking as I grunt, cum spurting from the end of my cock, splashing down onto her body.

It hits her stomach, her hand, her thighs.

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