Page 38 of Oops Baby for the Mafia Boss

My baby. She belongs to me, and this ismybaby. I smooth my palms over her belly, and if possible, my cock engorges further, getting thicker and longer as I touch the result of my breeding her.

“Good girl,” I murmur, and hell, her pleased expression makes me want to say more to her. Talking dirty. Whispering filthy things into her ear as I pound into her. Telling her how I dreamed, over and over, of the day I fucked her, filled her up, and bred her.

How it wasn’t enough. A lifetime could never be enough.

I dip my head with honey-slow deliberateness, and then my lips touch the swell of the top of her breast. I breathe out slowly as she shudders, her hips shifting beneath my hands.

I love this girl. I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshipping her.

Nudging down the neckline, I reveal one breast—naked, no bra—and groan as I take the nipple into my mouth and suck.

She cries out, and I smirk as I get my teeth on the pert little nub.

Yes. Yes. This.

I torture first one then the other of her lovely tits. I keep my hands on where I’ve put my baby in her. She’s writhing and shaking by the time I fall to my knees. My hands drop to her knickers again, and I take this chance to look at where she’s swollen with the baby I gave her. The skin of her abdomen is taut silk, stretched. Warm and made for my hands to cover and caress. I rub over the bump, learning its shape and every detail. I won’t miss another day with Emily and the child she’s making, I swear as my fingers nudge the cotton of her knickers down, then further, constantly stroking just her belly as though that’s all I intend.

She’s so lush and ripe. Perfect. I’m starving for her. But it’s a deeper hunger than it was before. There’s urgency, yes, but I have her now, in body if not fully in heart. Yet. She’s pregnant with my child, and she’s here in my house. There’s satisfaction in my ownership of her.

But I’m a greedy fucker, so I crave more. And I’m going to take it.

I cup between her legs and grin up at her when I find the cotton soaked.

She wants me. Wants this. The thrill as I pull the fabric down her thighs is beyond anything. Taking over a mafia? Pah. Killing multiple men? Nothing compared to her.

The innocent panties slip down, and I flip her skirt to get my head where I need to be. My mouth waters when I see her pussy.

“Open,” I growl, and she whimpers.

“Markov!” There’s a note of laughter as she says my name, and she grasps for her dress.

“Hands,” I demand. She’s on a ladder, and we’re both distracted. There’s no way I’m allowing anything to happen to my love and my baby. The risk of such a short fall is minimal, but above zero is too high. She’s going to hold ontightwhile I lick her and make her come.

I nod approvingly as she grips the ladder above her head again. Pressing my hand into the small gap between her thighs, I push outwards, showing her what she has to do to be a good girl for me.

One foot slides to the side, then the other, and her body partially opens for me, her knickers at her ankles restricting movement.

For now, it’s enough, as at the sight of her pink folds something in my chest loosens that has been tight since I found her gone those months ago.

Bracing her with one arm, I hold her pussy open and get my face right between her legs.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

“Need to suck your little clit till you come on my face.” I look up and find her cheeks pink and flushed. So gratifying. There might only be one thing in the world that can convince me to talk more—the way Emily responds as I whisper filth into her ear.

“Wet,” I breathe, then skim my finger over where she’s slick and juicy. She makes a sound of agreement, and I take it as permission. There will be time enough to admire every inch of her. Right now, I have to get my mouth on her before I faint with longing.

Her cream and her yielding pink flesh are just as delicious as I remember. Salty and sweet and when she moans as I thrust my tongue between her pussy lips my cock throbs in sympathy.

I understand, darling. I lick her with all the devotion of months of yearning for her.I’ve missed you, too. So much. More than you’ll ever know.

I’m here, and I’m going to treat you as you deserve.

But she’s not quite splayed enough for my greed and urgency. Gripping her waist tighter, I move my lips off her just sufficiently to mutter, “Leg. Shoulder. Now.”

When she hesitates, I grab her thigh and urge it up, until it’s pressed to the side of my neck.

“That’s my good girl.”