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“Fuck me!”

“Fuck me what?”

“Fuck me, please!”

“Fuck me, please, what?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Joaco. Fuck me, please, sir. Better?”

I chuckle darkly. The moment I do, she realizes her error. I pull out of her before lifting her hips and turning her over. She hasn’t warned me that her tits are sensitive, but I’m still careful as I arrange her on her belly. I don’t know if she’s tender there at all. I’m precise as I bring my hand down on her ass. I spank each cheek twice before landing my hand across her entire ass, my fingers spread wide to cover it.

“Holy fuck! That burns like a mother.”

“It’s supposed to. Now, want to try again with those requests?”

“You mean my demands.”

I spank her again. “I’d make them requests, little one. Otherwise, I’ll fuck you from behind and get off, leaving your poor little pussy begging for my cum.”

“Please, no. Please let me come. Please give me your cum. I want to get you off, Joaco. Please.”

“You beg so nicely.”

I pull her hips up and help her shuffle forward to ease the strain off her arms. When she’s comfortable, seeing me lean forward to check her expression, she nods. I straighten before once more thrusting into her. I fuck her even harder, my left hand gliding up and down her back as my right searches for her clit. My index and middle finger rub circles over her clit until she’s trembling.

“May I come, sir?”

“Yes. I can’t last much longer. You’re so fucking tight, Tre.”

“I hope you think that in eight months.”

I barely hear what she mumbles, but I’m certain of what she said. Has she decided to have the baby? Does she fear I won’t want her as her body changes?

My left hand grips her shoulder as I pound into her over and over. She screams again, and I can only imagine what her neighbors must think.

“I’m coming, Joaco!”

“Me too.” I groan as I feel my cum shoot forward.

If sex with her isn’t the death of me, then we might manage a happily ever after.

That is if her father and uncles don’t kill me.

Chapter Twelve

Tre

Yesterday was fucking bananas.

That’s the most benign way to describe the most life-altering day of my life.

I’m fucking pregnant.

I also had mind-blowing sex four times. Once at Alejandro and Toria’s. Once on my sofa. Then two more times in my bed last night. Joaquin definitely didn’t want to leave this morning, but he pulled himself out of bed at five-thirty. His internal alarm must be loud as fuck because we didn’t fall asleep until nearly three. He met the other guys for their workout. He had to go because they were meeting at his place to go for a run then breakfast. It was too late to cancel, and it would only cause questions neither of us wants to answer yet. He lingered over his kiss goodbye, then he was gone.

Now I’m waiting for Paola to return my text. Sera’s mother-in-law is one of the most well-connected people in the tri-state area. The woman makes and breaks elected officials as the most intimidating campaign manager and publicist corrupt-as-fuck NYC politics has ever seen. She makes men cry before noon with just one text. God forbid she calls someone. Drown yourself in the Hudson in January. It’s less painful.

She makes her older brothers, Salvatore and Massimo, look like pussy-ass little bitches. That’s fucking saying something since they’re the NYC Cosa Nostra don and consigliere. Smart people fear her more than her brothers. If she weren’t a woman, she’d be their top enforcer.