Page 47 of Knocked up by the Mafia

I struggle to my feet and go to him, my hands on my belly. “She.”

He puts his hands over mine and smiles. “She will need a name.”

“Iris,” he murmurs. “Iris Natalia Quinn.”

I smile and nod. “That’s a good name. I like it. Little baby Iris.”

He kisses me softly and murmurs. “The things I want to do with you…”

“Not tonight,” I murmur as pain shoots through me. “Tonight, we’re going to have a baby.”

They say childbirth is the most incredible pain you can go through, but having been tortured several times in my life, I think it isn’t as bad. Yes, it hurts like hell, and it will be a long time before I want to go through it again, but Daniel keeps my focus on the goal.

Iris, after all the trials and tribulations, is finally here.

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Several Weeks Later

I lay Iris down in her crib, careful not to make a sound and wake her. She’s been fussing all day and needs to rest.

And I have plans tonight.

Plans to reward my husband for being a fantastic husband and father.

I find Daniel sitting in his armchair in our living room. The fire is going, and he’s reading a book. It’s adorable. I know he’s bored, and I know his balls are ready to burst, waiting patiently for me to be ready.

I’m wearing a pair of panties and a thin robe over that. I walk into the room and sit on the arm of the chair. “What are you reading?’

“Some spy novel, they always get everything wrong…” he doesn’t look up but places a hand on my leg. I stroke his head gently before getting up and standing before him.

“You know, Iris is settled for the night.”

“Hmm.” Still, he doesn’t look up. I smile and try not to laugh.

“Daniel, look up,” I order him, and as he gazes up, I open my robe. “Iris is settled for the night, and I’m horny.”

Daniel puts his book down and starts to get up, but I stop him. “Oh no, I don’t even want to move. Right here in your armchair is fine.”

He chuckles as I straddle his lap. He softly kisses the middle between my breasts and looks up at me. “I could definitely do this.”

“I thought so.” I smile, running my hand through his hair. I buck slightly when I realize one hand has snaked between my legs and touches my already sensitive clit. I’ve longed for this for so long that I’m already wet. Daniel rubs my swollen nub through the fabric of my panties, and I move against his hand.

“I’m…supposed to be spoiling…you.”

“Yes, you’re doing a great job.” He murmurs as he kisses me deeply. I feel him pull my pants to the side, and he gently runs a finger between the lips of my wet pussy before he inserts it deep inside me. I breathe hard into our kiss and move my hips back and forth.

His thumb massages my clit while he finger fucks me. I press down so I’m not just riding his hand but grinding against his groin as well.

He grunts and breaks the kiss. “Get on the carpet.”

“In front of the fire, how romantic,” I tease.

I feel empty when his hand leaves me, but I get up and go to the carpet. I lie down as he lowers himself between my legs. I feel his tongue darting in and out and tasting me. I groan and grab fistfuls of the carpet as he shakes his head back and forth with his tongue out, creating an almost vibrator sensation against my clit.

There’s his finger again, probing inside me. I groan and roll my hips as he sucks on my clit.

“Oh god…” I groan. “Yes…”

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