Page 64 of Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss

He charges at me, wraps an arm around my waist, and invades my space until the only thing I can see are his lips. “You aren’t alone now. You’re mine. They are mine. None of you will ever be alone again.” Luca slams his mouth on mine, and I can taste the saltiness from the tear. “I’m so sorry, Beautiful Girl. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.” He kisses me again, his hand against my neck as he guides my head while his lips melt to mine.

He shucks off his jacket, tie, and shirt. Miles of beautiful olive skin is in front of me, and his body is somehow leaner and more muscular than it was five years ago. He undoes his belt, whipping it off in one swoop, kicks off his shoes, and tugs down his pants.

When he’s naked, he’s on me, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my pants before yanking them off me, and I’m standing naked right in front of him for the first time in five years.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He picks me up, hooking my legs around his waist.

We drop to the bed and get lost in each other’s kiss. I don’t know how long we lie there, touching, stroking, tongues sliding against one another, but I know I never want it to stop.

“I won’t miss you again,” he whispers, kissing his way down my chest until he sucks a nipple into his mouth.

“Miss?” I somehow managed to question what he said.

He kisses down my stomach and presses his lips against the C-section scar I have. His hands clutch my waist before climbing over me again. He spreads my legs with his knee and makes himself comfortable.

“I won’t miss another pregnancy. I want to be with you every second. I want to experience it all with you. Just like we should have five years ago. I have so much time to make up for. And I can’t wait any longer—” he reaches down and guides his cock to my entrance. “Already so fucking wet for me. Did you keep this pussy safe for me? Is it all mine?”

I nod, rolling my nipples between my fingers. “Only you. Didn’t have time with you know…raising your kids.”

With a hand on my throat, he thrusts in, stealing my breath with his size.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. His hand gives my throat a squeeze. “I never forgot how good this pussy feels. I’m glad you didn’t have time. I’m glad you were too busy raising our kids. Nobody touches this body except for me. Nobody, do you understand?” He slides out, leaving me empty and aching. “Do you?”

“Yes!” I cry out when he slams in, touching the parts of me that no other has touched except him.

“I’m going to fill this pretty pussy all over again.” He yanks my hair back, and I hiss from the sting. “And again. And again,” he snarls, snapping his hips. “I’m going to fill you with every drop every time I’m inside you until you’re pregnant all over again.”

“Luca—” I gasp, getting wetter from the thought of him being by my side during the pregnancy.

He groans when he feels and hears how much slicker I am. “You like that thought, don’t you? You love the thought of being full of me.”

“Yes,” I moan. “I do. I’ve wanted this for too long.”

He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth before letting it go with a soft pop. “You’ll never have to go without me again.” He moves against me, his cock filling me until I can’t take another inch, and he moves quicker with every stroke. “You’ll never start your day without me inside you, and you’ll never fall asleep until I get my fill.”

My fingers drift up his back and dig my nails into the thick ropes of muscle.

“God, you don’t know how much I’ve craved being inside you.” He lifts me onto his knees and gathers my legs, placing them on his shoulders. It changes how his cock hits the spot inside me. “You’re so tight.” His eyes roll, then he kisses the side of my knee, pressing his cheek against my leg as he fucks me.

“Luca!” I cry out his name, and he covers my mouth with his hand, muffling my screams as he curls his hips at the perfect moment.

He leans down and kisses me again. It’s messy and not at all guided. It’s hot. Teeth clink together. Our tongue search for one another, but all we can do to truly bring us closer together is breathe in each other’s exhales.

“You have to be quiet.” He brings his lips to my ear and chuckles. “We don’t want to wake the kids. Isn’t that right, baby?”

I nod, whimpering again. His body feels too good against mine. Every hard muscle of his flexes and every hard drive of his cock pushes me closer to orgasm.

“Can you be quiet?” he asks, licking a path down my neck before blowing cool air on it. “Can you be quiet while I fuck this pussy for the first time in five years?”

I shake my head, pressing my hands against his to keep it over my mouth. I moan again, and he finds the strength to fuck me harder. My tits bounce in response, and his eyes fall to my chest, watching them with blown pupils.

Sweat gathers along his temples, and he bites his bottom lip into his mouth before flipping our positions. He’s on his back, and I’m on top of him.

“You look so good up there, Camilla. I’ve imagined this way too many times to count.”

My hands find his chest, and my hair falls around my face, cascading down my shoulders like a curtain. “I’ve never….” I don’t know how to admit the rest. How am I back at this moment? It’s like time rewound itself, and I’m a virgin all over again.

“And you have no idea what that does to me. You look gorgeous sitting on my cock. I love your body. I wish you could see yourself how I see you.” His hands roam up my body, skimming over my breasts before sliding back down and kneading them. “You’ve changed but for the better in every single way.” His hand falls to my C-section scar again, and I rock my hips, his praise giving me the confidence to move. Luca’s eyes fall shut, and he grunts, nostrils flaring as I pick up speed. “That’s it. You’re a fucking natural riding my cock.”

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