Page 98 of Mafia King's Bride

“Of course. Which and when?”

She turns to me, a smile blossoming on her lips and her face positively radiant. It’s hard to believe she’s the same Ana I saw when she opened the door two months ago.

The doctor said rest, exercise, and sleep would bring the color back to her cheeks.

And I might be biased, but I think she’s more gorgeous too. Lying down on the deck chair with the small bump, her body gleaming from oil and sunscreen, and the little sun hat over her head, Anastasia Orlov looks like a dream cometrue.

“You are a sweet man, Dmitri, and you spoil me silly. I might run out of space for my bags pretty soon.”

I shrug, popping a cherry into my mouth. “Then we’ll just make more room. I’ll have Idrina do more shopping for you if you’d like.”

“I’m good,” she says, waving her hand around. “If you indulge me further, I might get too greedy.”

“Kotyonok,”I drawl, getting up from my reclining chair and kissing her cheek, “there’s nothing like greed when it comes to you and me. You ask, I give.”

She grins, and her hands pull me lower. I smile as I kiss her softly, caressing her cheek with my thumb and rubbing the baby bump with the other. When her hand goes to my shorts, tugging on the ties, I pull away.

“You heard what the doctor said,” I admonish.

“He said that I should get enough rest.”

“And avoid stress,” I point out.

Ana pouts. “Are you saying that making love to your wife and the mother of your baby is stressful? Am I stressing you?”

I chuckle, shaking my head in amusement at how she decided to turn the tables. “You are one crafty woman.”

She shrugs with a twinkle in her eyes. “I try. So,” her hand finds its way to my cock again, “are you going to indulge me, or do I have to drag myself off this chair and put the moves on you?”

My guilty pleasure? I like it when she gets mouthy.

But I also like to show her who’s in charge, which is what I do when I kiss her again. I gently brush against her mouth first, coaxing and teasing, pulling away when she gets too impatient, and then going back in with a nip to her bottom lip.

“You have a smart mouth,kotyonok,”I murmur, “and I love when you moan my name with it, my dick inside you and your pussy clenching tight.”

My hands cradle her head, providing a touch of delicacy, but my lips devour, sinking into her. I thrust my tongue past her lips, and she moans, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

In seconds, I have the straps of her bikini top undone, and I drag my lips down her throat, pouring kisses and tiny bites, soothed with my mouth sucking on her skin.

She rolls her hips, running her fingernails over my back. When my mouth closes over her nipple, she gasps and sinks her fingers back into my hair, pushing my head low.

“Fuck me,” Ana purrs, trembling from my touch.

“Soon,kotyonok,” I whisper as I make my way down her body, kissing every inch of her skin and lingering on her stomach.

Sometimes, I can’t believe that there’s a life there, a baby that’s a product ofus.It’s unbelievable and humbling at the same time.

Her bottoms come off easily, and I guide myself between her thighs, touching her with my middle finger. She rocks her hips against my hand as I glide across her pussy, gently rubbing her clit.

“Dmitri,” she moans, and I slide my finger in. Then another.

“Fuck,” she pants as my fingers rub against her spot, thrusting in fast and hard while pleasuring her thoroughly.

My dick jerks in my shorts, straining against the inelastic fabric, begging to be buried inside her warmth and covered in her wetness.

“Fuck me,” she begs. “Please. I need you.”

I yank down my shorts, positioning myself with my tip at her entrance. I pause just before, though, leaning down and kissing her again. “Let me know if you feel uncomfortable,” I say. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

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