Page 91 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

You know that feeling where everything seems too good to be true, and you’re just waiting for the other shoe to drop? I’ve been feeling like that ever since I’ve told Matias I’m pregnant and he said he wanted us to be a family.

Something that is this good can’t possibly last, can it? Something has to go wrong. Matias waits on me, hand and foot. I’m not even showing yet, and he’s been massaging my back and feet every night. He has my prenatal vitamins ready to take with breakfast every morning. The sex has been fucking immaculate. He is obsessed with the fact that I’m pregnant. He constantly whispers filthy things in my ear, growling that I’m his and carrying his child.

He has turned into a primal beast, and I have to say, I don’t mind at all.

I groan, the roll of morning sickness rushing through me, and I dart to the bathroom, throwing up the fruit I had for breakfast.

“Sophie!” Matias shouts from the other side of the house, his voice distant. “Sophie!” Suddenly, his voice is closer as he rushes to me.

I don’t know how he always knows that I’m sick. It’s as if he has a sixth sense.

“Sweet Sophie, are you okay?” he presses a cold washcloth on the back of my neck, then rubs soothing circles between my shoulder blades. “I wish I could be sick for you,” he says.

“Me too.” I flush, moaning as my stomach twists again. My eyes water from agreeing with him. “I didn’t mean that. I don’t want you to be sick either. I’m sorry.” My emotions hit me hard and fast these days.

“It’s okay. Hey.” He helps me up, grabs a toothbrush and squirts toothpaste on it. “Open.”

I do as he says, and he brushes my teeth for me.

“I meant it. I hate seeing you ill, but I also love that I get to experience all of this with you. I’ll be here for you through sickness, through pain, through doubts, and happiness. If you are ill, I will take care of you. If you are happy, I’ll be happy. I’m tethered to you, Sophie Matthews. Whatever you feel, I will feel. Now, spit. That will be the only time you will ever hear me say that.”

I giggle, spitting into the sink and washing my mouth with water, but all of his kind words hit me at once and I’m crying all over again.

He chuckles. “Aw, Sophie.” And he pulls me into a tight embrace, and just holds me until the wave passes.

We stand that way for a few minutes until the rush of emotions passes.

“There we go. It’s okay. You’re so beautiful and amazing. You’re doing so well. Everything will be okay, I promise.”

I let his scent wash over me, the calm aroma of sandalwood and citrus. I inhale him deeply, rubbing my nose against his chest. The scent has the nausea fading, and I finally feel up for conquering the day.

“You smell so good.” The relief suddenly turns to lust. My hands grip to his shoulders, my lips drag against the side of his throat, and I whimper when I slide one hand down and cup his semi-hard cock. “I want you. Please,” I beg him.

His cock is fully hard now. Long, thick, and aching against my palm as I stroke him on the outside of his pants. He groans, tilting his head back, and my pussy becomes wetter, my panties slick with need.

Matias grabs my hand to stop me. “Sweet Sophie, as much as I would love to bend you over this counter and fill you with every inch of my cock, we have a doctor’s appointment we have to go to, remember? Do you want to see the doctor with my come leaking out of you?” A rumble fills his chest.

“It seems like you would like that,” I flirt, walking my fingers down his chest.

“I would. I would love to see their faces knowing you’re dripping of me, but I know you don’t want that, Sweet Sophie. What we do should remain private. After the appointment, I’ll fuck you. How does that sound?”

“But I want you now. Please,” I beg him, feeling so sexually frustrated even though he fucked me yesterday.

He spins us around until I’m pressed against the sink. His hand trickles up my bare thigh. “Oh, my Sweet Sophie needs relief. I can do that for you without letting the doctor know, good girl.” He pushes my panties to the side, sliding his fingers through my wet lips. “You’ll come on my fingers, and then later, you’ll take care of me, won’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, please. I’ll do anything.”

He wastes no time. With a smirk, he gets on his knees and tugs my panties down. Lifting my leg onto his expensive, suit-covered shoulder, he hums in delight.

“Look at that pretty pussy already glistening for me. Such a needy girl.” He pushes two fingers inside me, the delicious pressure causing me to whimper. His lips part as he slides the thick digits in and out. He gives me a quick smirk before disappearing between my thighs, his mouth wrapping around my clit.

He sucks, pulling the sensitive bud between his teeth, while pumping his fingers.

“Matias, yes. Holy fuck—god, so good.” I grip the edge of the vanity, rocking my hips to get more friction.

His free hand grabs a handful of my right butt cheek, his fingers digging in so hard I know they will leave bruises. He moans around my clit, toying it between his teeth which gives me a slight pinch of pain.

I’m already so close.

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