Page 40 of Mafia Daddy Next Door

My hips rock off the bed and toward him, needing more as his fingers plunge inside me. As he thrusts his fingers, my inner walls clench around him. I moan, writhing as he continues to tease me. He brings me closer and closer to the edge before he changes his pace.

“Fucking tease,” I say as he changes his pace again, my orgasm slipping to the background.

He chuckles, licking and sucking his way back up my body. “You like it when I tease you. It makes you fucking soaked.”

His fingers slide along my wet slit before diving back into me. My hips buck as he moves his fingers faster while he captures a nipple in his mouth. He rolls the stiff peak with his tongue as my orgasm builds.

“Please,” I say, breathless as he thrusts his fingers harder.

Salvatore takes the other nipple in his mouth, biting down and driving me over the edge. My orgasm washes over me in waves, my pussy pulsating around his fingers as he keeps thrusting.

When my legs stop shaking, I run my hands down Salvatore’s body to his waistband. I hook my fingers under the elastic and start pulling his clothing down. He lifts his hips high enough to shuck the clothing off before flipping us over.

He sits up and leans back against the couch as I straddle his lap. When I sink down onto his cock, he groans and grips my hips. Salvatore’s mouth finds my neck, leaving wet kisses on the sensitive skin.

I rock my hips, taking more of him. With every thrust he goes deeper and deeper until it feels like I can’t take anymore of him. My fingers dig into his broad shoulders, holding onto him as he takes control from beneath me.

“Fucking hell, Brielle, yes,” he groans as I roll my hips.

Salvatore wraps my hair around his hand, pulling my head back as he drives deeper into me. My pussy pulsates around his throbbing cock as another orgasm rushes through me.

Salvatore drives himself into me hard, stiffening as his own release washes over him.

I get off of him and get to my feet, holding out my hand. He takes it and gets to his own feet, giving me a kiss that takes my breath away.

I lead him to the shower as his hands roam over my body, setting every inch of me on fire. By the time we are standing under the warm shower spray, I feel like I’m going to combust.

Salvatore looks down at me, his arms looping around my waist as the water soaks us. His tongue tangles with mine as his hands slide down my body.

When he pulls back and pours some body wash in his hands, I watch him. There is something soft about his expression as he motions for me to turn around. His soapy hands move down my body, massaging the soap into my skin.

“You know, this might be a mistake,” Salvatore says as he grabs the shampoo and starts to work it through my hair. “But it might be the best mistake that I’ve made in a long time.”

“Can I get a recording of that?” I ask, my tone teasing as I grab soap and lather it on his body, raking my nails lightly across his skin.

“Not a chance in hell.” He grins and kisses me quickly. “If you tell anyone I said that, I’m going to deny it.”

“Deny it all you want,” I say as I rinse away the soap.

When he smiles at me again, making my heart skip a beat, I know I can’t tell him about the baby.

It would only ruin our night.

I’m going to hold onto this amazing moment with him for as long as possible and then in the morning I’ll tell him the truth.

At least, that’s what I tell myself as I get to my knees and take his cock in my mouth.

14

SALVATORE

The sound of retching wakes me up from the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.

Last night, there were no nightmares. I was finally able to sleep without seeing the faces of all the people I’ve killed.

I could finally sleep without remembering that I was nothing more than a weapon for my father.

As the retching continues, I get out of bed and rush to the closed washroom door. I knock on it, but all I can hear is Brielle throwing up inside.

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