Page 59 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

She nods, her fingernails scratching down my pec.

Sophie tightens, her muscles spasming around my cock as she screams behind my hand. I rip it away, catching her lips mid-cry so I can taste her pleasure.

“Sophie—” I whisper her name, grazing my thumb across her bottom lip. “Sophie. Oh, fuck, you’re going to make me come. You feel too good. Sophie—” My mouth drops open, and I groan, burying myself as far as I can with every jet that fills her.

I want her to drink me in until she’s drowning in me. Her body will have no choice but to get pregnant.

“You must be tired of holding me up,” she says between gasps. “You can put me down.”

I kiss her breasts, then the middle of her chest, remaining deep inside her and never wanting to leave. “You aren’t too heavy. I can stay like this for days, Sophie.” I kiss up her neck and stop right at her lips, my hand at the base of her neck to keep her pinned. “And any man who can’t handle a fucking goddess like you doesn’t deserve to be inside your body. You aren’t heavy, Sophie.”

To make my point, I grip her by her thighs and walk the longest way around the long sectional couch. I sit, making her straddle me and she sinks a little deeper, taking another inch or two. We both groan.

“You’re just strong,” she says, biting her lip as she begins to rock against me slowly. “You’re still hard.” She sounds so surprised.

“Weak men don’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.” I lean back, grabbing her succulent thighs, my fingers digging into her flesh, watching her skin change color from the pressure. “And of course, I’m still hard, fucking look at you.” I rub my hands up her body, cupping her tits again.

“Matias, I want you again.” Her hands grip my shoulders, her hips slowly rolling. “Do we have time?”

“I can make all the time in the world available for you. Fuck.” I swallow, my eyes glued to her hips, how there is enough for me to grab and hold onto. She’s going to make me come again. Easily. “God, yes. Don’t stop, Sophie. You feel so good. You belong riding my cock. You look so beautiful.”

“I’ve never—”

“—I know,” I growl, loving that she has no fucking clue what’s she doing. “And I love that. You’re doing so well, though. There’s nothing I would change. You’re perfect.” I stare at where we are connected, watching her cunt pull me in and release me, my shaft covered in our orgasms.

All I can think about is how much is wasted and not locked inside her.

I’m a monster for wanting to nearly force that upon her. I haven’t said anything about condoms, and I don’t plan on it. All I can hope is she isn’t on birth control.

A knock on the door makes her stop moving.

“Don’t you dare stop.” I grab her hips and her ass, and drag her against me. “Keep going.”

“Matias!” Gianni shouts from the other side of the door.

I grumble in annoyance at being interrupted. Sophie finds her confidence in this moment, too. She rides me faster, sliding up and down on my cock like she’s done it a thousand times.

“What!” I bark, then to silence a moan, I lean forward and suck her nipples into my mouth, shoving a hand over her lips just in time as another cry escapes her.

“Ella is asking for you.”

I let go of her nipple with a soft pop. “So perfect. I’m going to fuck these one day,” I whisper, just as I kiss the hardened peak. “Tell her we will be done in a few minutes,” I reply, never taking my eyes off Sophie as her body rolls against mine. “We are drying off and catching our breaths.”

“Yeah, okay,” he says in disbelief, knowing we aren’t catching our breaths at all.

Sophie’s beautiful cunt is stretched wide, taking every inch she can. “Matias,” she gasps, shaking her head. “I can’t. I can’t. Oh god, I’m already so close.”

I wish we had more privacy. I’d have her come again and again until she passes out from the pleasure.

“Come for me. Use my cock, Sophie. Fuck me.” I grip her hips and move her faster. “Come on,” I grit through my teeth. She listens, riding me harder, those beautiful lips parting as her eyes close. “That’s it. Ride that cock, Sophie. Oh fuck,” I gasp, tilting my head back to rest on the couch as I enjoy the best sex I’ve had in my life.

“I don’t want to come without you,” she admits, leaning down to kiss my throat.

That admission has my orgasm threatening me. Knowing she wants to share that with me, together, it turns me on more than any romantic or sexy gesture could.

I wrap my arms around her, tugging her close, pushing her down on me. We’re close. It’s intimate. I bury my face into her chest, digging my fingers into her back while she takes me. The sounds she pulls from me are sounds I’ve never heard. No woman has made me feel this good.

“God, Sophie. I’m going to come.” I look up, meeting her gaze. “Come with me, baby. Come with me.” I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my forehead against her chest, holding out until I feel her tighten around me, a loud cry piercing the air.

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