Page 33 of Deadly Don's Baby Contract

Is this our room now? I look at him. "

I suppose I should move all my stuff in here."

"Why don't you do that while I run the bath?" He says, kissing my forehead.

I nod and go to my room, packing my clothes into a laundry basket and then piling my toiletries on top of it. I carry it to his room. I can hear him in the bathroom, running the water. I go back for the last few items I have and bring them to the bedroom. He walks out of the bathroom and smiles. "We'll sort out space in my closet after the bath. Come."

I follow him and look around his bathroom. It's beautiful, tiled in black. A huge bath sits in the ground in the center. There's a shower to the right, open with three shower heads, one on each wall. The toilet and basin are on the other side, but I don't pay attention to that.

There are bubbles in the bath, and I smile. "I didn't think you'd like a bubble bath."

"It's our little secret," He murmurs, standing behind me. "I like to soak in a hot bath after a long day."

"So you're an old softie," I say quietly.

I feel his hands tugging at my shirt, and I raise my arms. He pulls it off and drops it to the side, kissing my bare shoulder."

I thought we were bathing?" I ask.

"We are. Can a man not worship his pregnant wife." He undoes the clasp of my bra, and I slide out of it.

He kneels down and pulls off my pants and my panties, and I step out of them.

He stands up and starts to undress while I step into the bath and sit on the side, warming my legs.

He steps in beside me and sits down, pushing my knees apart.

"Lie back," he says, "Rest on your elbows."

I do as he says, and I look down at my currently flat belly to look at him. He reaches over to the side of the bath and picks up an ornate-looking jug. He brings it over and pours some warm oil on my stomach. I groan. "Am I getting a massage?"

"You said you wanted one," he says.

He stays kneeled between my legs as he rubs the oil into my skin, massaging my stomach gently. Once I'm slicked up, he massages lower and lower, and I bite my lip.

He slides a finger through my folds and circles my clit.

I tip my head back and let out a deep sigh. "Franco..." I warn him. "Don't start something you can't finish."

"I believe I've started and finished every time," he chuckles, leaning down to suck on my clit.

I spread my legs further as two fingers dip deep inside my pussy. "This feels.... nice."

"Nice?" He chuckles. "I'm sure I can do better than nice."

His tongue flicks at my clit as he starts to move his fingers in and out of me. I rock my hips back and forth, forming a rhythm.

He pulls his fingers out and reaches for my hand. "Come sit on my lap."

"I want to do more than sit on your lap," I growl.

I straddle him, and he slides a hand between us to guide his rock-hard cock into me. I push him so he's leaning back, and I start to move up and down, riding him. He sits up again and captures my nipple in his mouth, moving his hips with mine.

I cry out, running my hands through his hair before I tug his head back and kiss him. "Slower."

He breathes heavily as he slows his hips. I slow mine.

We move together, and the water laps gently at the edges of the bath. I run my hands up and down his chest, and he holds my hips, thrusting with purpose.

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