Page 121 of Secret Baby for the Italian Mafia Don

His muscles ripple, his breath catching.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he growls, the low tension in his voice burning like red coals. And I must truly love this man, because I believe him and I love feeling his hands roam over my body, dappled in sunlight, even when they trace the fading stretch marks that glisten in the sun.

He replaces the heavy swirl of his palm with the attentive, pinpoint feathering of his fingertips as they smother my clit. The pressure is firm and deep one moment, sending the pulsing heat deep into my hips, and then feather-light and fast the next, sparking every nerve ending and setting off fireworks inside me. We kiss occasionally between waves of pleasure, my hips lifting into his hand as I beg him for more, with my eyes, my mouth, the tilt of my pelvis.

My head falls back as he switches it up, burying two fingers inside me and finger-fucking me fast and relentless. I ride the pleasure of his fingers thrumming inside me, and when I try to moan, he snatches the sound from my lips with his own.

“Nico,” I warn him, but he eases off, kissing a line down my body again.

A tiny babble rises from the nursery. Nico and I both freeze. The sound of Cade moving around quiets and calms. We stare at each other, frozen in the moment, expressions still as a portrait, neither of us breathing. No crying starts up. Nico arches an eyebrow at me, and I grin in return.

“Okay, come on, you have to be quick,” I whisper, for no reason.

“Never heardthatfrom a girl before.”

But his boxers are already down, a half-laugh spilling from my lips as I pull him over me. I want this. Want him. The urgency only fuels us, makes the wanting burn hotter when we know that it can stripped away at any time.

I groan as he drags my hips down the mattress, right to him. He wedges me underneath him, tilts my hips back at an angle, and pushes my legs back around my head.Oh, fuck.I squirm, feeling just how pinned I am like this, my knees hooked around his shoulders.

This feels familiar. Like being at his mercy.

“Please,” I beg, urging him.

Playing with Nico is like playing with fire, and finally it burns so sweet and hot, and I’m burning up in him as he strokes his cock inside me. And Nico might not be fighting anymore, but he keeps in shape, and his stamina still leaves me bouncing for long, blinding stretches of relentless thrusting. Pleasure hammers right up into my belly, and in this position, I can’t move at all, can’t meet him, can’t shift the angle.

My eyes roll back as I am completely pinned beneath him, taking his huge cock between my legs, rapid fire and pounding, until my thighs shake like gelatine. I’m caught in his sheer power. He grunts deeply, finally slowing to a few long, slow strokes as the world tilts and spins around me.

I’m so fucking close.

He kisses me, making sure I’m alright before he starts the next wave.

My hand drags down his chest, and I love looking at him like this, this crazy, steep angle where he towers over me, all muscle and abs, down to the dark hair that disappears between my legs.

And I can feel him there, buried tight and hot toward my belly, stroking so deep.

As he starts to move faster again, I meet his gaze. Ever since we started having sex again, Nico always pulls out. Our general attitude is that we aren’t trying to prevent anything, but we aren’t trying to avoid it either.

And this time, I hold his gaze and say, “Come inside me.”

Nico freezes.

My pussy throbs deeply, squeezing that huge cock as if saying the exact same thing, begging for him to keep going. I tighten around him, clenching hard and deep until his throat bobs. “Nico,” I beg him, feet twisting and toes curled in the air. “Nico, come inside me.”

And God, the way he fucks me. Quick, deep strokes that roll his whole pelvis against mine. My legs shake, the world around me crumbling into an earthquake of pleasure. Fuck, fuck. And this, this is how Nico fucks when he’s trying to get me pregnant. He puts a sweet, heavy pressure on my clit while his cock hammers inside me, until the pleasure outside and inside meet like gasoline and fire. My thoughts blank.

I want to come off the mattress, want to arch and twist and roil against the pleasure breaking inside of me, as if I can’t take how good it feels, torn apart by sheer ecstasy. But I can’t move, his huge weight and pounding hips keeping me pinned until I’m crying out and coming hard, Nico’s pounding cock tripping a circuit in my mind. We lock in that tight moment where I take everything that he gives me, where pleasure rushes through me as hard and fast as his cum.

I’m filled deep, and Nico doesn’t pull out until he gives me every last drop.

Nico collapses on top of me, showering me in kisses that he doesn’t even have the breath for. I love it when he’s like this. When the fantasy gets to him and he can’t help himself, left raw and ragged in the moment. We cling to each other, enjoying the last cooling moments on top of the sheets, as I close my legs and really let the pleasure sink in.

He rubs a hand over my belly, and an aftershock of my orgasm pulses between my legs, making me moan.

“I love you,” he says, as if he means it just as much as that first time.

“I love you, too.”

I know that Nico is going to ask me to marry him—again, if we’re being technical about it. That he’s going to do it all properly, with a proposal and a ring and a wedding. With his body stretched over mine, and running my hand along his back, I think about how I hope he does it soon. I want to show him that I choose him, and that I will keep choosing him, over and over, every day.

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