Page 28 of Surprise Baby for the Don

He’s stiff against me already, and my hands slip down to his pants, fiddling with the button and zipper until they give. He leans back against the bed and wiggles his hips as we both work to remove his pants and boxers. Being on top of him is intoxicating, giving me a feeling of power I’ve never experienced in my life. It’s electrifying, exhilarating, and oh-so-addicting.

I rip at his shirt as hard as I can, forcing the flaps open as expensive buttons fly in every direction, making little pinging noises as they hit the floor. He chuckles, but the sound quickly transforms to moans as I kiss down his body, starting at the base of his throat and leaving hot, lingering kisses all over his chest and abdomen. He scoots further up the bed as I move further down, kissing at the base of his shaft. He’s standing fully at attention now, his breath coming out in short, ragged spurts. I look up innocently to meet his eyes, but his eyes are closed in anticipation and desire. I squeeze his thighs, forcing him to look at me. He swallows hard, and when my tongue darts out to lick the tip of his cock, letting out a deep groan, encouraging me.

I slowly kiss his tip, already slick with pre-cum, and lick up the salty liquid. His body begins to shudder as I wrap my hands gently around him. Slowly, carefully, I take more of him inside of my mouth, bobbing up and down until I can’t take anymore. The concept of having complete control over a man as powerful as Mateo Rossi only heightened the heat of the situation.

His deep moans of pleasure send threads of desire to my very core, and the closer he gets to his own release, the harder it is for me to keep the slick moisture from pooling from my center. I didn’t know it was possible for me to become this dripping wet without yet being touched. His hands move to my hair, and he gently pulls, forcing me to release him.

“I have an idea,” he whispers hoarsely, as he tries to regain his composure.

I nod, though I have no idea what he’s thinking. He pulls me back up to him, kissing me passionately, tasting himself on my lips. I moan into his mouth at the carnality.

“Turn around,” he commands. “Let me taste you while you’re tasting me.”

It takes me a moment to understand what he’s saying, but once I do, I scramble over him, positioning my pussy over his face and nearly coming undone as I feel his breath move against me. With rough fingers, I feel him spread me open as his tongue darts inside of me, forcing me to arch my back from the immediate pleasure. One finger moves inside of me, causing me to cry out, and it takes me a moment to realize that this is a two-way street.

With all the focus I can possibly manage, I reach out for him again, pulling him back inside of my mouth eagerly. I lavish him with my tongue, leaving no part of him untasted. I swallow himuntil I can barely breathe.

He moans against my pussy, sending shivers down my spine, and I can’t help but give him as good as I’m getting. As his tongue and fingers move faster, sending me into a frenzy, I try to match his enthusiasm, to take him deeply and bring him to release. I’m climbing, climbing, climbing until I’m sure that the fall back to earth will destroy me. His hips thrust against me with wild abandon, and I know he’s feeling the same. A mixture of fear and uncertainty and absolute need.

His stomach muscles begin to tense as I feel my own clenching, and soon we’re both screaming out, as I’m pumping his member with my hands into the direction of my greedy mouth, tasting the reward of my efforts. I collapse onto him, lapping up anything leftover in the sensual afterglow, stars exploding behind my eyes, and he gently moves me off of him.

After we’ve both had a moment to catch our breaths, he crawls over to me, kissing me gently. I taste my own pleasure on his tongue, as I’m sure he can taste his, and my whole body heats. I’ve never done anything like that before, didn’t even know I was capable of it. He’s opened me up in a way I didn’t know was even possible.

“Are you all right?” he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss against my forehead.

I can only nod for a moment, pressing my head harder against his lips.

“That was intense,” I finally manage, unable to think of any other word. My body is humming with an unfamiliar electricity, and my mind has gone completely blank.

He nods against me, his arm wrapping against my shoulders as he pulls me closer to his chest, holding me tight.

He kisses me sweetly, tenderly, but soon we’re battling again for dominance and he’s slipping more than just his tongue inside of me once again.

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The late afternoonsunlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Mateo’s arm is draped lazily over my waist, his breathing steady as he lies beside me. I trace my fingers lightly over his skin, savoring this rare moment of peace. After everything that happened this morning, I feel safe here, comforted by his warm embrace, by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

He eventually stirs, his eyes fluttering open, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

“Good afternoon,” I correct.

We lie there for a few moments, comfortable in the silence, until he starts talking about his plans for the old apartments. His voice is animated, full of excitement, as he tells me how he’d love to renovate the place, maybe even make a penthouse out of the top floor. I can picture it in my head, the possibilities swirling around, and a spark of inspiration flares to life inside me.

“Do you think I could go see the building again sometime?” I ask, trying to sound casual. “I’d love to work up some ideas, if you’reopen to it. I mean, I only got a brief glance of the one apartment before…”

Mateo’s smile widens, and he reaches over to brush a strand of hair from my face. “Anytime you want,” he says, his voice warm. “I’ll have one of my men bring you. There’s a key to the building on my dresser, labeled with anM. You can take it.”

The thought of having access to the place, of being able to explore and let my imagination run wild, is strangely exciting. I nod, feeling a bit more hopeful about the future.

Mateo eventually pulls himself out of bed, gets dressed, and mutters something about needing to get some work done while there’s still daylight. I watch him from the comfort of the covers, unable to resist the small smile that spreads across my face as he buttons his shirt and gives me a quick, lingering kiss before he leaves.

As soon as he’s gone, I sink back into the bed, stretching luxuriously. I could stay here for the rest of the day if I wanted to, nestled in the warmth and comfort of his sheets. But then a thought strikes me, and I reach over to grab my phone, quickly texting my sister.

Hey, Cass. We need to talk ASAP. Got so much to tell you.

Part of me feels a little guilty for not telling her anything sooner. Cassidy’s always been the one person I can trust, my closest ally in the shitstorm that is Pops. She deserves to know what’s going on.

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