Page 43 of Mafia Baby

I nip at the skin on her neck, and give in to the pressure building in my cock.

“Come for me, love,” I order her as I drive into her harder, stretching her and filling her at the same time. “Come for me right now.”

And she does, with a scream that hurts my ears in the confined space within the car. My slacks are going to be ruined from absorbing the flood of liquid that rushes from her as she comes violently around me, her booty clenching around my fingers and her pussy locked onto my cock hard.

I thrust into her punishingly three more times, and then roar out my release as my orgasm sweeps me away from reality. I feel myself pumping cum into her as I shake and tremble.

Her forehead comes to rest against mine as she quivers and gasps with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Oh my God, Dom,” she keeps saying over and over, as if she can’t believe what just happened. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but each time, it’s better.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I rasp out, still trying to catch my breath.

We’re sticky and the car smells like sex, and I couldn’t care less. I open my mouth to say something else, then stop myself as I realize what I was just about to say.

Surely I don’t actually mean the words that almost just slipped from my lips. Surely not.

My eyes pop open as she turns her head so that she can place it on my shoulder. We’re still linked, my throbbing cock still clutched in the embrace of her warmth, my fingers still inside of her pucker.

I slowly slide them out and she makes a little sound of sadness as the pressure within her decreases some.

I can’t really be thinking that I love this girl.

I can’t really be thinking that I should have told her that I loved her.

Besides the obvious fact that I am not the kind of man who deserves to fall in love with a sweet girl like Gianna, it’s also just not safe for either of us to get attached.

My line of work is dangerous and chancy. I might get killed walking from the club to my car. I could receive a bomb in the mail or be knifed to death in an alley.

It’s not safe for either of us to become too attached. I’ve already hurt Gianna enough. I can’t add my love to the burden I have placed on her.

“Come on,” I say, squeezing her shoulder. “Let’s get you back home. I’ll come get you at the same time in two days, and we’ll head out.”

Chapter Sixteen

Gianna

I zip up the little bag of clothes that I was able to bring with me to the apartments that the girls live in.

Dom told me not to worry about new clothing. He said his personal assistant went shopping for me yesterday and he has some suitcases packed into the car for me.

I drop the new phone that Dom got for me when I moved in with the girls into my purse. I hear a sound like plastic colliding with the phone and frown.

I rummage in the purse and draw out the plastic baggy that contains the three pregnancy tests that I took. I sigh as I stare at them.

I really need to tell Dom about the baby. I’m going to start showing soon and then he will wonder why I didn’t tell him sooner. There just hasn’t been time, what with all the danger we have been in and having to keep me in hiding.

“Boo, I’m going to miss you!”

I look up to see Diva walking quickly toward me. She wraps me in a big hug, and I feel tears pricking at my eyes. I’m going to miss Diva too. I hadn’t realized how much until just now.

“I’m going to miss you more!” I tell her sincerely, squeezing her tight.

“Here,” she says. “Give me your phone. I want you to have my number. You can call me any time at all.” She glances down at the pregnancy tests in the plastic bag in my hand. “For anything,” she stresses with a meaningful look.

“Thank you,” I say with a sniffle, wiping at my nose before I pass my phone to her.

Diva holds the phone up so that it will unlock when it sees my face. She then types in her number and saves it. I take the phone back and saw that she saved herself as “Mama Di”. It suits her, and I give her a watery smile.

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