Page 84 of Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss

“Well, this is going to be the last set. I’m done after that,” she sasses, nipping at my lip.

“Is that so?” I cup her pussy and swirl my thumb over her clit, but I don’t apply any pressure. “If that’s what you want, I understand, but I want you to know, I’ll give you as many kids as you want because seeing you pregnant….” I growl, gripping her hand and rubbing it against my hardening cock; I let her know how much I want her. “It does something to me. I always want to keep you pregnant.”

“You don’t think I know that?” she gently pushes me away and grabs her black dress that’s easy to tug on over her head. “How do you think I’m like this for the third time?” she smirks.

When she’s dressed, she lays her palms on my chest and looks up at me. “In all seriousness, I love you so much, and I’ll have as many kids as you’re willing to give me. I love it when you want me like this.”

I reach around her and grab her ass, yanking her against me. I forget where we are, and right as I’m about to kiss her senselessly, the door opens.

“Okay, you are all ready to go. Make sure you rest. I’d prefer you were relaxed most of the pregnancy, okay?”

I take a step away from my wife and take her hand. “You got it, doc. Wait. Does that mean we can’t have sex?”

She chuckles, sliding her pen into her pocket. “You can still have sex. Sex produces amazing hormones, so please, continue to do that.”

“That won’t be difficult. Have a good one.” I grab my wife’s hand and drag her behind me as I hurry out of the doctor’s office. “What do you think of a day spent in one of the most luxurious hotels in the city?” I open the car door for Camilla, then help her into the seat.

“We can’t. Alvize and Cora are watching our four little monsters. We can’t leave them there with them. Who knows what will happen.”

“They will be fine. I want to fuck you so I can hear you scream without waking the kids, and then I’m going to massage your feet and get you all the room service you want.”

Her face softens. “I love it when you massage my feet.”

“I know you do.” I cup her face and press a kiss to her sweet lips that I’ll never get tired of. “You deserve all the foot rubs.”

“Stop; you’ll make me just get naked right here and now if you keep dirty talking like that to me.”

I grip her thigh, dipping my fingers dangerously close to her pussy. “As much as I want to see you naked, your body is for me and me alone. No one else is allowed to see it.” Reluctantly, I let her go and close the door, walking around the front of the car to get into the driver’s seat.

We make our way to the one-of-a-kind boutique hotel I knew she would appreciate.

After helping Camilla out of the car and tossing the valet our keys, we don’t bother checking in because I own the penthouse at the top.

Like I’d let my wife stay in an average hotel room.

“Mr. Bianco. The penthouse is ready for you,” Natasha, the owner of the hotel, greets.

“Thank you, Natasha.” I guide Camilla to the elevator.

When we step inside, and the doors close, I pin her against the stainless-steel wall.

“It’s been too long since I’ve had this pussy the way I want it.” I lift her dress and slip my fingers through her wet lips, her knees buckling as soon as I press against her clit.

What I love about her being pregnant is that she’s sensitive everywhere. It does not take long for her to come, and I love it. It makes me thirsty for more.

Slipping a finger inside, she grips the rail and gasps, tilting her head back while I take her to the middle of the elevator.

“You think I can get you to come before those doors open?” I kiss a path down her throat, increasing the pace of my finger driving into her the way I wish my cock were.

Just a few more minutes.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “More. I want more. I want your cock.” She plays with the belt of my pants, and I stop her.

“There’s no time for that in the elevator, Beautiful Girl. I can’t fuck you in the elevator.” Her belly was too big. It would be uncomfortable in the position we needed. I won’t do that to her.

When the doors open, they open directly to the penthouse, and I remove my fingers, slipping them into my mouth. “So fucking sweet.”

She grabs my cock, squeezing it through my pants, and with a growl, I swing her into my arms and carry her over the threshold.

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