Page 70 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

His cock springs free, eager, ready for me, and my core throbs in anticipation.

“Don’t look at my garter at least,” I tell him, shifting the clouds of dress down over the frilly little band around my thigh.

“Never even saw it,” he reassures me playfully. “I only have eyes for this delicious little pussy.” He dips three fingers into me and works them in and out, eliciting a gasp.

“Elio, stop teasing me,” I tell him sternly. “I want your dick. I want you to fuck me.”

“Hush,” he tells me firmly as he continues to finger me. He kneels down and starts kissing his way up my thighs, giving me sharp, painful nips on each place that he has kissed.

The pain and the pleasure run together, just as they always do, making me writhe a little on my elbows. I want to fall back onto the bed, but I can’t risk ruining my hair.

“I’m going to make a mess of all of this finery as soon as this wedding is over,” he promises me. “I hope that you’re not too attached to this dress.”

I shake my head cautiously, aware of the weight of my magnificent updo on my head. “All I care about is that you fuck me. Now,” I say, my teeth gritted together.

Elio gives me a pirate’s smile and rises over me again, licking my wetness off his fingers.

He places his hands on my wrists, squeezing them hard. My bones grind together a little under the pressure of his fingers, and the pleasure spirals higher inside of me.

Suddenly, he thrusts his painfully big cock into me in one swift, sharp movement, and I cry out loudly, my back arching and my wrists singing with pain as he clenches them and presses them into the bed.

I twist beneath him, desperate to move, to seek my release, but the weight of the dress and the pressure of his hands on mine has me pinned firmly in place.

“Elio,” I whimper, hungry for release.

“Did you miss me all those years?” he grunts as he dives inside of me. “Did you miss this?”

At the end of each thrust, he presses as far as he can, causing an added jolt of pain and pleasure to race across my skin, spiraling out from my core.

“Every moment of every day,” I whisper, frozen in place, my insides riot of sensation that cannot be expressed.

“Did you think of me when you played with this perfect little pussy?” he asks me, his voice rough. I know him well enough to know that he’s close to the edge and I lift myself an inch to meet his next thrust, crying out as I do so.

“Every single time,” I say, each word timed with one of his deep and nearly painful thrusts into my body.

“I am never letting you out of my sight again,” he grinds out, moving faster now.

His hands soften on mine, and I slip one hand free. I grab a hank of his thick hair and I yank on it. “Look at me,” I commanded him. When he doesn’t open his eyes, I yank again and he complies this time. “I am never leaving you again, Elio. Not ever.”

I see the tide of his release threatening and I release his hair, falling back onto the bed on my elbows as my own orgasm washes over me in an explosion of sensation.

Elio lets go of my hands and leans over me, his body shaking.

“My God, Kate!” he growls, his voice choked with the intensity of the sensations tearing through him. “I love you. You are mine forever now,” he says softly, shivering above me, his arms trembling.

I feel a moment of shining triumph. I had always wanted him to say my name when he came. It finally happened. I already feel like I’m married.

The ceremony is merely a formality now.

There’s a moment of quiet in the room, our harsh breathing the only sound.

I look at Elio, his eyes closed, his handsome face reduced to stark lines. The thick fall of his hair is trembling slightly as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

I reach up and gently press his hair back from his forehead before I sit up and press him back away from me.

He slips out of me with a regretful sound, then pulls me to my feet with a gentle tug. He starts setting my dress back to rights and I glance in the mirror. I’m pleased to see that we didn’t ruin my hair or my makeup.

The inside of my dress might never be the same, but no one else will ever know about that.

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