Page 31 of Baby Bump for the Mafia Boss
When I reach the barrier of her knickers, I’m struck by hunger. My mouth waters.
“Up,” I order, lifting my head and tapping her hip.
“Say the word.” She arches a brow at me.
“I love you.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “I love you too. Good words, but not the one I was after.”
For a second, I’ve no idea what she’s asking. My arms have already moved to strip the fabric off her without her help, because a man has to eat, then I stop.
I get it. I know.
Leaning over her again, I cup her face in my palm and stroke my thumb across her cheek. “Please.”
Her eyes light. “Anything for you,” she whispers.
The only person I would beg lifts her hips for me, and I drag her knickers off her delectable little bottom and toss them aside.
“Such a good girl for me. Now.” I kiss her lightly, playfully, keeping my wild desires at bay until I can unleash them inside her. “Please will you let me eat your pussy until you come on my face?”
“You’d like that?” she asks disbelievingly.
“Princess, I am starving for your soft, sweet little pussy. I’ve been making myself come to the memory of how you felt on my cock, but on my tongue? Even better. Please.” I emphasise the last word, since it seems to delight her so much to know I’m desperate for her. “I’m begging you. Let me get on my knees and lick you. I need to pleasure you.” I roll my hips against her, and she pushes up towards me, matching my eagerness. “Please.”
“Yes, yes.” She sounds breathless with delight, and arousal. “Of course.”
I kiss her lips, hard. “Good girl.”
“I’d do anything you asked when you say please,” she admits in a soft voice.
I’ve lowered myself to the floor, and the slight view I get of her glistening pink folds. Plush and wet and prettier even than I imagined.
“You’re so wet for me.” I push her legs apart and dive in, licking her with all the starving desire I’ve held back, right over the length of her slit. And fuck, she’s so good. She’s salty and sweet, and the thing I’ve been missing my whole life.
She jerks in surprise, and I’m pretty sure pleasure, so I catch her thighs and push them further apart. “That’s it.”
She whimpers as I do the same again, relishing her taste coating my mouth. She’s so wet, my cheeks are already covered. And she responds with these breathy little sounds as I lick her again and again. It’s not long before I’m gorging myself on her, sucking at her clit and holding her shaking thighs as she repeats my name. Discovering her is even better this time. We have leisure and space, and a reasonable temperature. We have a lack of possibly fatal cold or deadly mafia bastards coming after us. And she’s pregnant, and mine.
I have all day to chase her orgasm, feeling for the exact moment she’s ready to tip over and give it to me.
It’s the most wonderful challenge. A negotiation unlike any I’ve engaged in. A dance where we both want the same thing, and I have the utter joy of finding how to make her feel good.
And when she comes, it’s one of the sweetest moments of my life. I savour it, pressing my lips to her clit as she pulses beneath me.
The recollection of how she felt coming on my fingers is even better now that I know it was real and have this memory to join it. I store it away, but promise myself it’s only the beginning. I’ll havemy wifecoming hundreds of thousands more times over the years.
I kiss her as she recovers, and then when her head lifts and our gazes meet, I smile. “Thank you.”
A surprised huff of laughter escapes her. “Isn’t that my line?”
“No, definitely mine.” I push to my feet, and she watches entranced as I drag my shirt over my head and toe off my shoes and socks. Then I flick open my belt with a snick of leather. “And now you get to hear me say please as many times as you like.”
She gasps as I shove down my trousers and boxers in one motion, revealing my cock. Then we’re both naked, and I wrap my fingers around my shaft. Her eyeline drops to watch as I stroke myself. Pre-come has dripped down over the head.
“And you can say, ‘Please Dane, fuck me with that huge cock again.”
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