Page 83 of Mafia Prince's Secret Baby

Grabbing his ass, I pull his bulge to me. Thickness slides up my slit, rubbing the thin material separating us.

“Please,” I pant, desperate for the release.

“Fucking hell,” he says. “You’re a beast. A sex beast.”

“Only for you,” I say, knowing that at least a small part of me always will be.

He lowers himself, his muscular arms hard and straining from having his weight suspended above me. A groan follows as he grinds against my sex, the sensation almost electric. Stunned, I manage a chuckle.

“See? I don’t hurt,” I tease.

“Fuck,” he curses and slips the panties down my legs.

Next, his boxer briefs get tossed aside, followed by Igor’s shirt, which he insisted I wear while we sleep. At least now nothing separates us.

“Condom,” he hisses, no doubt not wanting another unplanned surprise on our hands.

“Wait.” I rummage through his bedside drawer and hand him the protection.

He slides it on over his thick cock covered in veins, then kneels and wraps his lips around my clit. A buzz fills my ears, and my pussy tingles, slowly setting off like the charge from a battery.

“Let me feel your tongue,” I beg. “Make me scream.”

“Just not too loud,” he warns, chuckling. “If the kids wake up, playtime’s over.”

With a hungry growl, Igor dives and pushes his face into my folds. Spreading my lips apart, he brushes his thumb up and down my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to unravel me. A gasp escapes my lips as his thumb rolls over my clit and his warm, wet tongue penetrates my entrance, moving over my bundle of nerves.

A needy moan sticks in my throat. It’s all too much and not enough. My desire ramps up, charging forward and turning me into the crazed sex monster only he knows how to coax out.

Panting, I clutch his face, molding it against my crotch. My back arches, and when I start to spiral out of control, I thrust my pussy forward, fucking his face and enjoying the roughness. He makes me feel alive, desired, and sexy.

Moving into his every action, I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming as each pump of his fingers drives me deeper into the madness, and the way his tongue flicks across my folds leaves me dizzy and out of control.

I’m scorched.

Sizzling.

Coming undone.

My breath hitches, whimpers caught in my throat, and suddenly I’m being sucked out of my body and onto a cloud somewhere beyond ecstasy.

Wet kisses land on my stomach as I fall against the mattress, boneless. The air feels heavy and stuffy as if only his body pressed against mine could save me.

“That’s my girl,” Igor murmurs, sliding up until our mouths connect. “You taste like sin.”

“You’re a bad influence,” I murmur back.

He chuckles and grabs the base of his dick. “How about I show you my best work yet?”

Igor stares at me hungrily. Taking a deep breath, I guide his hard length through my slickness, coating him from top to bottom. His hand comes over mine, slowing the tempo.

One, two, three seconds, and his expression changes. Fierceness washes over him. The hard ridge throbs in my hand as Igor gives it a couple more pumps into my palm.

“See what you’re doing to me?” He stares at me in pure adoration. “You don’t know just how stunning you are. Myvolchitsa, my everything.”

Holding his cock at the base, he brushes it up and down my slit, stimulating my clit and making me breathe faster.

“Shh,” I remind him, covering his mouth.