Page 30 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

If this is what married life with Salvatore is like, maybe it won’t be so bad. I could get used to being an object of desire.

He takes hold of my hips and slides the tip of his cock into me. I let out a deep groan of satisfaction, reaching under myself for my clit.

Did I just tell him to fuck me? Did that actually happen?

Somehow I’m a different person when we’re alone together. That’s what I find most frightening.

I no longer know who I am.

The old me is still back at Birch Lake, I guess. This new me is so different, she scares me.

I close my eyes, refusing to think about any of this any longer. All I’m going to do is stay in the moment for as long as possible.

He pushes deep into me, impaling me on his length. He’s fully dressed, and I’m in nothing but thigh-highs and heels.

This isn’t me. I’m not a woman who wants her ass played with. Am I?

But when his finger slides over that hole and nudges an inch inside, I don’t freeze. I heat up. It feelsgood.

“More,” I say. “Deeper.” My words are a growl, like someone else is saying them.

He obliges, using my wetness to lubricate his finger, pushing it deeper into my ass.

He moves it back as he pushes his cock in, alternating their position, keeping me filled in ways I never imagined possible before.

“You like that?”

“God, yes. That’s so good.”

“Your ass looks damn sexy with my finger inside. Might have to plug you sooner than I thought.”

The idea excites me, making my clit throb with need.

My hand moves like a blur on my engorged nub.

I’m so close to the edge, my toes curl, my body tenses up, my nipples brushing the desk and sending more tingles of intense pleasure all the way through me.

I’m on the verge of coming. He knows. Same as everything else. He knows. “Come for me,” he says. “Come around my cock,cara mia.”

He slides back and thrusts fast and hard, whipping the breath from my lungs. I obey him at once. What else can I do?

“I’m coming,” I cry out, my body taken over an instant later by the sheer bliss of my orgasm.

It races through me as he keeps slamming home, spurting deep into me a moment later.

He slows his movements as I shake in place, still reeling from the strength of my orgasm.

I’m in a daze, barely aware of him kissing my ass cheeks in turn. “So beautiful when they’re red,” he says, lifting me to my feet, turning me around, and plunging his tongue into my panting mouth.

He lowers himself into a chair, and I curl up naked on his lap, melting into him as the last waves of pleasure from my orgasm slowly fade away.

I press my head to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, my eyes half closed.

“How many men have you killed?” I ask.

“No one who didn’t deserve it.”

“That’s not an answer.”

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