Page 33 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. He shakes his head.

I keep going, tracing down the line of his abdominal muscles, dipping my thumb into his navel before putting my hands on the waistband of his sweats. They don’t leave much to the imagination, he’s already tenting them, but his breath catches when I shove them down over his ass. His cock bobs free against his hard stomach, long and thick and bigger than I remembered.

Dante groans when I wrap one hand around the base. I start to stoke and he grabs my wrist forcefully to stop me, gasping. “Don’t.”

I smirk. “Why not?”

“Because I want to fuck you,” he says, and something about the simple, blunt way he says it has arousal pooling between my legs.

I giggle like a school girl. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

I climb onto the bed on all fours and he lets out a ragged breath. I expect him to line up behind me and slide into me, but he doesn’t. I feel him get on the bed behind me and turn my head, pouting.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’ll get what you want, little one.”

I huff out a breath, but then he leans down and presses his face against my pussy, his nose nearly slipping into my entrance. I stutter out a moan and push back against him.

He moans against me, the sound vibrating against my sex.

Then he presses the flat of his tongue against my clit and I nearly shout, dropping my head down.

“Fuck, Dante.”

He keeps at it, lapping at my clit as I rock my hips back, unable to help myself. He must be nearly suffocating—I haven’t heard him take a breath. But he doesn’t seem to care, grabbing my hips in a bruising fashion and pressing me back against him.

I whimper, my orgasm finally washing over me. “Oh, oh, I’m coming, Dante, fuck?—”

He groans against me again and then lifts his head, his face covered in me. I flush at the sight, pleasure still rocketing through me.

Dante licks his lips before taking himself in hand, stroking once before pressing inside me. I plant my hands on either side of his pillow, rolling my hips back even as he tries to go slowly.

He thrusts deeper, grunting. “So fucking eager. Such a slut for me, little one.”

“Only for you.”

His thrusts stutter and then he starts a steady, slow pace, pulling my hips back against his thrusts. “Say it again.”

“Dante,” I gasp. I come again as he abuses my g-spot with the head of his cock, angling his hips up in just the right way. His right hand moves from my hip and slaps down on my ass cheek, making me yelp and moan.

“I said say it again.”

I drop my head down, whimpering out little moans as I clench around him. “Only for you,” I repeat in a whisper, and he wraps my hair around one hand, pulling me up, my back to his chest, his face buried in my neck. He holds onto my waist, thrusting up into me and I cry out his name.

“Mine,” he growls in my ear, letting out a low, rumbling moan as he thrusts deep and spills inside me.

I breathe out of my nostrils slowly to try and calm down and Dante slowly pulls out of me, cursing in Italian. “Tesoro,” he says, almost mournfully, kissing down my spine before bringing me down next to him, drawing me close against his heaving chest. “Did I hurt you?”

He smoothes down my mussed hair, kisses my panting mouth. I look at him, eyes wide. He’s always been rough and he’s never treated me this gently afterward. Of course, I guess we’ve never had the time.

“You didn’t hurt me.”

His brow furrows, blue eyes searching my face. “You’re sure?” He rubs his hands down my back and nuzzles against my neck.

My heart speeds up. Part of me wants to run and go back to my room, ignore that this ever happened. Because I feel like something is blossoming inside me, something I can’t stop.

“I”m sure,” I say softly, and he kisses my lips again, gently. He lets out a long breath.

“I told you tequila and I don’t mix.”