Page 12 of Oops Baby for the Mafia Boss

I grip the table helplessly. Markov is holding my thighs now, pushing them out to give him more access to where he’s ruining me. His tongue is insistent, slippery and hot, fucking into me like he can’t get enough.

Then he shifts to eating me greedily, every part of my pussy getting his attention. Firm licks and soft bites, as though he wants to devour me. And it’s heavenly everywhere, but when he sucks my clit, it’s bright lights and electric energy. I can’t help but buck and cry out.

“That’s it. Take what you need, mate. Come for me. Come on my face.”

Markov braces his arm over my hips, holding me down and swiping his tongue over my clit, over and over without stopping. I’m sobbing. Everything inside me pulls tight, then snaps, sending pleasure spinning out down my arms and legs.

I drag Rovaj up my body with the last of my bliss-sapped strength, and he obeys with a throaty chuckle, covering me.

Markov pushes to his feet. His face is slick, with what I realise with a start is not saliva, but my juices. My cheeks flame.

He’s still in his suit, but his shirt is open, and his hair is rumpled. My gaze dips to Markov’s waist.

With impatient fingers, I rip at Rovaj’s pants and tunic. They’re in the way.

Markov’s erection is huge, pushing against the charcoal fabric of his trousers, but the aftershocks of my orgasm have me flying high on courage and horniness. He might be an intimidating mafia boss, but I want him. In my hands, my mouth, my pussy. Deep inside me, losing himself in my body.

My legs are spread and between them is an embarrassingly wet mess. I don’t care. I need all of that slipperiness to take this man, whose cock is as big as my arm.

I shake as I reach for his belt. It’s black leather, and chunky. So unfamiliar. Then his fingers are over mine. I continue to fumble with his clothes that seem intent on being inconvenient.

“I love you, mate. You’re the stars in the sky for me. In the dark, you’re a miracle.”

Then Markov is helping me, making quick work of the buttons and claps and shoving down the soft, clinging black fabric of his boxers to reveal his length. I gasp, and go lightheaded.

He’s beautiful. There’s no other word. Proud, elegant, jutting, masculine. The head is smooth, almost shiny and there’s a smeared drop of liquid that as I stare at, I want to lick. My mouth waters.

It’s also massive.

That can’t possibly fit as it’s meant to, he’ll break me for sure. But hey, it was a good life, and this is a great way to die.

Markov grips it in his big, tattooed hand, and strokes up and down.

“You want my cock, my cruel, beautiful mate?”

“Yes.” There’s no lying now. All our defences are gone. The fire that has smouldered between us from the beginning is an all-consuming inferno. It’s as though the mate bond has flicked a spark onto oil, and it’s burning out of control.

Markov’s enormous cock presses between my legs, the length of it against my slit, rocking slightly back and forward with his hips, sparking new pleasure in me. He holds my hip with one hand and runs the fingers of the other down my hair and looks into my eyes.

“You’re my mate. I’ll get you pregnant.”

“Might,” I reply. It’s not a certain thing, even between fated couples. “Now, Rovaj.”

“Call me, mate,” he demands huskily.

I let my eyelids flutter closed and drag his head down to mine, swallowing the word in a kiss. As though if I don’t see and the words pass straight from my mouth to his without ever reaching the cold night air, I don’t have to admit this is really happening.

“Mate. Please. Now.”

Rovaj groans and slides into me with one powerful thrust.

Markov pauses with his crown at the place where I’m soaked and aching and empty, clenching around nothing. I need him so badly.

And despite the way the audiobook has moved on, we’re frozen, as though he understands this is my first time and it’s a big deal for me.

But I want this.

He fills me deep,the narrator says.