Page 49 of Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss

I haven’t gotten off like this since I was fifteen, and every touch felt like fire.

That’s exactly what it’s like with Camilla. Every touch, every breath, it’s amplified. The desperate need is like the lust someone feels when they feel attraction for the first time. If you don’t get it, if you aren’t able to feel that person’s body under your hands, taste their kiss, or hear their pleasure, then you might just die.

It’s dramatic. Love always is when you’re young, but not when you’re my age.

I don’t feel like my age right now.

I’m that fucking kid in the back of my father’s car I stole for the night, holding my breath and counting to the highest number I can so I don’t come too fast. I’m that teenager again, fumbling with a condom and hoping I don’t come before I have a chance to be inside her.

That’s where I am.

Only this time, there will be no condom between us.

Again.

There will be no way I’ll stop after I orgasm. I’ll keep fucking her through every jet that escapes me, making a complete mess of her pussy.

I clutch her shoulders, driving into her harder, wishing there was nothing between us.

“Luca. Oh, God, “ she moans, just like she did when I took her virginity.

I wish I were the only man to have her body. I wish, in some way, every inch of her was only touched by me, and that’s unrealistic when it comes to how stunning she is.

I can tell she’s close. I remember how her body tightens, and her moans become whines. Her eyes like to close, and her cheeks become a bright red with the fever of her orgasm.

“That’s it, Beautiful Girl. Come for me. I’ve missed you. Come for me.” I apply more pressure to each thrust, and on the third, she shatters, crying out for all to hear, but it’s just the two of us. No one else is allowed to hear her call out my name except for me.

Her nails scratch down my back, and it’s enough to send me over the edge. I come, groaning into her mouth while I drown myself in a kiss again.

When we’re done, I slow the kiss, our heavy gasps showing how we are trying to catch our breath.

I push up, staring down at her, and her eyes are glazed but still manage to be full of questions.

Luckily, before she can say anything, my phone rings, effectively stopping her from spewing anything negative about what just happened.

I pick up my phone and put it on speaker. “Bianco,” I answer.

“I’m on my way to get the kids,” Alvize informs.

“When you’re there, video call us so she can talk to them. They won’t get in the car with a stranger.”

“Smart kids. Of course, I will. They are safe with me.”

“They better be.” A dark warning twists my tone. “I hope I don’t need to remind you what will happen if something happens to them.”

“I’m aware,” he says without concern. “We will be there in half an hour, and I’ll call in twenty.”

I hang up without saying anything else, then unzip my pants and free my cock to clean the drying come from my shaft.

“Luca!”

I grab a napkin from the coffee table; I look at her while I clean myself. I smirk. “What is it, Beautiful Girl? It isn’t like you haven’t seen it before.”

She turns to look at me again, and her eyes waver before giving in and dropping to my cock. I don’t miss how she almost falls forward or how her mouth forms an O.

“See?” I tease. “Just like you remembered.”

“Only better,” she adds, surprising herself that she let an admission like that slip.

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