Page 82 of The Mafia King's Baby

Her voice breaks on the words. “I’m going to come. Right there, just like that.”

I maintain the rhythm and pressure, working her through an orgasm that makes her whole body shake. She comes with a sharp cry, clenching her inner walls around my fingers while I continue gentle stimulation until she pushes my hand and mouth away from oversensitivity.

She reaches for me with shaking hands. “My turn. I want to taste you too.”

I move up her body, pressing kisses to her belly and breasts. “Not tonight. Tonight is about celebrating you. Us.”

She looks at me with desire-darkened eyes. “But I want to make you feel good too.”

I strip off my clothes quickly, eager to be skin to skin with her. “You do make me feel good. Watching you come apart for me is the best feeling in the world.” My cock is hard and leaking, evidence of how much her pleasure affects me, but tonight isn’t about my needs.

When I settle beside her, she immediately reaches for me, wrapping her fingers around my shaft with the confidence that comes from knowing my body as well as I know hers. She strokes me with firm pressure, spreading the moisture from the tip with her thumb. “God, you’re so hard. I love feeling how much you want me.”

I kiss her deeply while she continues stroking me, her touch becoming more urgent as my breathing becomes ragged. “I always want you. Even more now that you’re carrying our child.”

When I feel myself getting too close to the edge, I gently move her hand away. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

She nods, and I shift to settle between her legs. With confidence, she grasps my cock at the base and guides it to her opening, both of us working together to find a position that’s comfortable for her changing body. Side by side works best, with her leg draped over my hip and my arm supporting her back.

When I slide inside her pussy, we both groan at the sensation. She’s incredibly wet and tight, gripping me in ways that make coherent thought impossible. I move slowly at first, letting her adjust to the fullness while I fight for control.

She rocks against me, taking my cock deeper. “You feel so good. I missed this so much.”

I establish a rhythm that has her gasping with each thrust. “Me too. I missed being connected to you like this.”

The position allows me to touch her everywhere—her breasts, her belly, and the place where we’re joined. I take advantage of every opportunity, wanting to overwhelm her with sensation until nothing exists except the two of us and the pleasure we’re creating together.

I whisper against her ear. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

She slides her hand between our bodies, finding her clit and rubbing in the tight circles I know drive her wild. The addedstimulation makes her inner walls flutter around me, and I have to slow my movements to maintain control.

I encourage her while fighting my own approaching climax. “That’s it. Let me feel how good it is.”

Her orgasm builds slowly this time, a deep rolling pleasure that starts in her core and spreads outward. I feel it in the way she clenches around me, and in the way her breathing becomes shallow and desperate.

She gasps between words. “I’m close. So close.”

I lose the last of my control, thrusting into her with abandon as my climax builds. “Come for me, Celia. Let me feel you fall apart.”

The combination of my words and her own touch sends her over the edge with a keening cry. Her pussy clenches around my cock in rhythmic waves, milking me toward my own release. My voice breaks with emotion. “Fuck, you’re perfect. I love you so much.”

She holds me close as I come, my cock pulsing inside her as I fill her with my release. “I love you too. So much.”

We stay connected afterward, both of us reluctant to break the intimacy we’ve created. She takes my hand and guides it to her belly, where our child grows safely protected by her body and our love.

She asks softly. “Do you think he or she knows? That their parents are crazy about each other?”

I trace gentle circles on her skin. “I think they know they’re wanted and will be part of a loving family.”

She turns to face me in the moonlight filtering through the windows. “A family that’s going to disappear to Morocco and live happily ever after?”

I pull her closer. “Exactly that.”

She studies my face in the dim light. “When do you want to have the wedding?”

I consider the timeline we’re working with. “As soon as possible. Before the trials begin, and before we have to testify against people who want us dead.”

She nods thoughtfully. “A small ceremony? Just us and Leonid and my mother?”

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