Page 27 of Surprise Baby for the Mafia Boss

I arrive a little late to Luca’s apartment, because finding something to wear took me much longer than it usually does. I eventually landed on my short red dress and matching red heels.

I know exactly what this dress does to my body, and tonight I want to see Luca sweat when he looks at me. It’s getting cold in the city, so I have my long black coat over the dress, which has kept me decent as I make my way to Luca’s apartment.

I’ve never been to his city home before. This is clearly where he comes to escape, I'm sure it's also where he comes with his one-night stands. I can handle that, though.

I knock on the door and Luca answers almost immediately. “Ciao,” he greets me with a smile, and I’m well aware that he has smiled more in the last couple weeks after we left Mexico than he has in perhaps his entire adult life.

“Ciao,” I say, stepping into the entryway as he holds the door open for me. The place is small compared to the Baldini mansion, of course. It’s definitely a bachelor pad. But it’s clean and well-furnished, and he’s got candles and fresh flowers set up for tonight.

Luca takes my coat and I watch as his eyes trail down my body, enjoying the visual that this dress provides. I follow him into the cozy, cream colored living room, enjoying the visuals of his firm ass.

He’s set out champagne, strawberries, and chocolate fondue on the coffee table. The apartment is an open concept so I can see on the small dining room table—just big enough for two—he’s laid out plates and wine glasses.

We start with dinner, a pasta dish that Luca made himself. I’ve always known he could cook, but I didn’t know how well until now, as his homemade Alfredo is melting in my mouth.

Chatting with Luca is easy, but we have a glass of red wine with our food, which loosens the mood even more.

Once we’ve eaten, Luca suggests we move to the cushions on the floor in front of the coffee table. He takes the champagne and poor us each a glass. It’s the real stuff, of course. I take a sip and then pick up the strawberries, dipping one into the chocolate and bringing it up to my lips, keeping eye contact with Luca the entire time.

I bite into the strawberry, chocolate running down my chin. I use my finger to clean up the spilling chocolate, and then lick my lips slowly.

Luca takes a sip of his own champagne, his eyes transfixed on me. We’re sitting close to each other, but as he tries to inch closer, I move a bit back. I finish the strawberry and stand up.

Luca watches me, his expression one of lust, but I step back again and grab another strawberry. I take the fruit and lower myself onto the soft, overstuffed couch, allowing my legs to spread apart just slightly, Luca’s gaze in line with the view of my barely-there underwear now. I lift my legs onto the couch and lay down on my side, propping my head up on my hand.

“Want a bite?” I ask him, holding up the strawberry but looking towards my crotch. I can see him almost drooling, and decide to give in, but just a bit.

I stand up again and hold out my hand. He grabs it, leading me to the bedroom. "I can't resist," he says as he wraps his arms around my waist and starts kissing my neck, but I slip out of his grasp and push him onto the bed.

I hurry back down the hall, fetching my bag from the kitchen counter and pulling out the zip ties I brought with me. Luca’s blue gaze tells me he has an idea of what’s about to happen, and he’s not going to fight it. In fact, he's pulling his shirt off with a devilish grin.

Before he can get his pants off too, I tie his hands to the headboard, glad that it’s one that makes this possible, and undress him the rest of the way as he lies there helpless.

When he’s completely naked, I undress myself, letting my dress fall slowly to the floor, my thong following. I chose not to wear a bra tonight, for convenience.

Luca was already hard, but I see his cock standing even taller with my naked body standing in front of him. "Fuck," he growls.

I climb on top of him, feeling my wetness come quickly, rubbing against him and kissing his chest. His breathing has me even wetter, but I stay in control, moving my body up to his face, I hold onto the headboard with one hand, the other rubbing my clit and moving my fingers slowly in between my folds, Luca watching me hungrily.

I see him lick his lips as my fingers move deep inside me and I throw my head back in pleasure.

I don’t torture him for too long, finally lowering my pussy over his mouth and allowing him to suck my clit, soaking up my juices.

I moan, indulging in the feeling as I grind myself into his face. I want to suffocate him with my cunt for just a bit—really make him taste me—before I stand up and move down to his cock. I grab hold of it, tight, moving my hands up and down, watching Luca’s face as the pleasure of my touch washes over him.

I lower my mouth over him and move my tongue over the top of his dick. Once he’s wet from my mouth, I smile up at him and bite down just hard enough to hear him whimper. I kiss the spot that I’ve just bitten and then take him into my mouth again, all the way to the back of my throat, feeling him get even harder against my tongue.

I stop before he loses control and climb on top of him again, lowering myself over his cock, feeling him fill me. He’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever had, and I feel him deep inside me without even having to move much.

I rock myself on him, his erection stroking just the right spot inside me, and my fingers massaging my clit on the outside. I can feel a heat inside me, making its way up my body, and it drives me to go faster, harder, riding him roughly now.

He's moaning almost as loud as I am, and I go even harder, digging my nails into his chest and calling out his name. My eyes are closed, pleasure exploding inside of me.

Luca calls out my name and the sound almost drives me to climax, but I hold out a little longer, wanting to feel him come with me.

I open my eyes and see Luca’s arms flex, I can tell he’s wanting to hold onto me. I smile down at him, enjoying the helpless look on his face.

“Emelia…ah, fuck!” is all he can get out, and it’s part whisper, part groan. He’s close to coming. I am too. I rock us even faster, holding onto his chest and using all of the power in my thighs to drive him to finish with me.

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