Page 38 of Knocked up by the Mafia

She can. And it’s fucking sexy.

Ronan has me move to his old room. It’s got a bigger, more comfortable bed. He lives in my parent's old room. He wouldn’t let me stay there before; it was about respect.

I’m back in the family now, whether I like it or not, and he acknowledges that. Undoubtedly we will move into our own home within the territory when we’re married. I’m confident Ronan can convince Ivan.

He’ll find a way to make it look like Ivan’s idea. He’s good at that.

For now, I put it out of my mind as I lead Nat to our room. Jarryd’s old crib is still in the corner, and I realize that’s probably another reason we’re staying here. Nat looks around and smiles. “Was this your room?”

“Ronan’s. When we were growing up before my parents passed.” I look around; it has been ages since I’ve been in here.

“He’s a bit of a neat freak,” she comments, glancing at me.

I chuckle. “He is very much a neat freak. You could lick the floor of that bar and not catch anything.” I look down at her and smile. “I wouldn’t do it, but I could.”

She pulls a face, and I take her hand, pulling her toward me. “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry we fought.”

“I’m sorry too.” She tips her head up, and I lean down to kiss her. She puts her hands on my chest, and I put my hands on her ass, pulling her right against me. She grinds against me, and I grunt into her mouth.

“I’m too tired to go all the way,” she murmurs, “but I can definitely help you with this.”

She lowers her hand and grabs my semi-hard cock through my pants. I look into her eyes. “Really? Now?”

She smiles. “Yes.”

She kisses me softly, then slowly strokes me through my pants. “We should be getting rest for tomorrow,” I growl the words, and she applies a little pressure.

“You need to be clear-headed for tomorrow.” She pulls away from me and slowly lowers herself to her knees. I watch her as she rubs her face against my dick through my pants, and I groan. I’m fully hard now, and my tented pants clearly indicate what I need.

She looks up at me with big eyes and gets my pants down over my dick, letting it spring to attention. Pre-cum already drips from the tip, and she takes my shaft in her hand and shifts around until she’s comfortable. She then swallows the head of my cock, sucking it like a porn star. She’s an addict who makes love to her drug of choice.

I close my eyes as she strokes the shaft, the suction of her mouth creating a tight, pleasurable feeling around the tip of my cock. Her other hand has found my balls and massages them gently.

I reach down and tangle my hands in her hair, I hold her head, and she opens her mouth. I grunt, and using her head as leverage, I move in and out. I can feel the back of her throat getting closer and closer. I wait for her to take a deep breath, and then I ease my cock deep until I feel it near the back of her throat. Once my whole dick is in there, she chokes slightly on it but gives me a thumbs up. I wait, then pull it out, dripping with her saliva. She takes it back into her mouth and bobs her head up and down quickly.

The longer she does it, the closer I get until I clear my throat, and she deep-throats my cock again. I hold her there and grunt loudly as my balls twitch, and then I stream cum down her throat.

I pull out, and she swallows, looking up at me with a smile.

“Good?” she asks.

“The best, sure I can’t return the favor?” I help her up before pulling up my pants.

“No, I just want to get some sleep… Maybe tomorrow.” She smiles. I get her tracksuit bottoms and a T-shirt and watch as she changes. I put on tracksuit pants and leave it at that. I fall asleep easily with her in my arms.

It’s dark when I wake her, and we get dressed. There’s a soft knock at the door, and I open it. It’s Robbie. He hands me a bag, and I nod. “Thanks.”

He walks off, and I take the bag to the bed. I unpack the clothes he’s brought, handing Nat’s to her. Then I hand her the earpiece and radio she needs. I smile. “Ready?”

“What’s the plan?” she asks.

“Robbie’s scouted the hotel. The don has booked a girl through an agency we protect. She will open a window so you can take out the guards. Then I go inside and deal with the don.”

“That sounds too simple,” she comments. “Why is it so simple?”

I snort. “We’re Irish. We like it simple.”

“Why aren’t I helping you with the don?” I raise an eyebrow at her question.

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