Page 23 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

I glance up at Salvatore, expecting a chaste peck. He grabs hold of me and plunges his tongue straight into my mouth, making my legs turn weak.

I melt into his arms, possessed by his raw power.

He holds me tight, and I can feel how hard he is, his cock digging into me. He grabs my hand and pulls me through the far door.

“What are you doing?” I ask. “The guests.”

“They can wait.” He kicks the door shut. “On your knees.”

I do as he says, staring up at him in fear and wonder. He’s not like a man now. He’s an animal or a god.

Maybe both.

He unzips his pants and reaches inside, pulling out his huge cock.

“Open,” he says, grabbing my hair. “Now.”

I can’t help but obey. This is insanity. All those guests, just through those doors. I can hear them talking. The door could open at any moment.

He slides his cock straight to the back of my throat, thrusting hard and fast. “You’re mine now,” he says. “And if you’re good, you’ll be rewarded,cara mia.”

My tongue moves instinctively, feeling the hot ridges along his shaft. I taste the salty tip before he plunges between my lips again, and his hips move faster.

It doesn’t take long. I can tell when he’s close. His cock twitches and he lets out a low grunt.

“Keep that mouth open,” he says, pulling out and stroking his shaft hard and fast. A moment later, he sprays all over my face.

Hot salty wetness lands on my tongue. More coats my cheeks, dripping from my chin as he loosens his grip, tucking himself away like nothing happened.

“Now you get yours,” he says, grabbing me and lowering me onto my back.

He pushes my dress up to my hips, exposing my thighs to his eager hands.

He reaches for my panties, yanking them down and off in seconds.

“So wet,” he says as I swallow what’s on my tongue. His cum is still on my face as he licks my clit. I should feel sordid, but it’s as hot as hell.

There is something about this moment that unleashes a part of me I didn’t know existed. Like that night in the lakehouse. He pulls the darkness from me, brings it into the open. Swallows me whole.

“Make me come,” I tell him. “Give it to me. I need it.”

Two fingers slide into me, stretching my pussy, probing deep as his tongue moves faster over my clit.

My tongue is running around my mouth, tasting more of him.

He glances up at me, so I move my fingers through what’s left on my cheeks, licking it off them as he brings me to the brink of climax.

Just as it’s about to hit, he pauses. “Come for me,cara mia,” he growls, flicking over my clit again, the fingers sliding back and forth inside me faster and faster.

“Oh shit,” I cry out, clamping a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming as my orgasm hits an instant later.

I buck and thrash in his arms, collapsing back to the floor with my limbs still shaking.

My head whirls, pure bliss coursing through my veins as I come slowly back to myself.

I feel him sliding my dress back down. “Panties?” I mutter in a daze.

He shakes his head. “They belong to me now, as do you.”

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