Page 39 of Oops Baby for the Mafia Boss

She shudders at my words.

A second to ensure she’s stable, then I plunge back in. I devour her. This angle is so much better, and I can get fully into tasting her.

I lick and suck, and what I lack in experience I like to feel I make up for in enthusiasm and being utterly focused on her. Every shift and twitch. The gasps and the breathy sighs. The first time I did this it was for me. I was greedy for her, desperate to discover all the parts of her sweet body with my tongue and fingers and cock.

I craved her orgasm too, and having felt her break for me once, I need that again. So I chase her pleasure.

The movements that make her crazy, I do more, licking over her clit in firm, fast sweeps, pressing my arm to her waist to keep her upright when she slumps. The ladder provides the perfect offset for our height difference, and I take advantage of the access.

Wetness coats her thighs and my cheeks, chin, lips. Hell, I probably have her cream on my eyebrows. It’s messy and decadent and animalistic.

I fucking love it.

The first time she comes is a surprise to both of us, I think. I’m intent on my worship of her, pleased by the keening noise emerging from her mouth, when she detonates. Her hips rock, and her pussy spasms on my tongue.

She screams, and convulses, and fuck, there is nothing better in the world than the taste and feel and sound of her breaking with the orgasm that I gave her.

I feel like a god.

I slow the speed and pressure of my licks, and swap sucks for wet, sliding kisses and breaths over her clit.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” I murmur, but I don’t stop. This isn’t like our first time together, when a fictional sex scene was setting the pace. No, this is real, and it’s only her and me, and I’m going to make up for our three months apart.

“Markov, you don’t need...” Her words fade into a pant of renewed desire, and I re-intensify my efforts.

I make her come with my tongue and fingers three times, until I’m genuinely concerned that she might fall off the ladder because she’s that wrecked.

She’s putty in my hands as I stand and lift her into my arms. She’s limp with pleasure.

Exactly how I want her, because there’s more.

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EMILY

He holds my legs to his waist, and I instinctively clench my thighs to him. Even so, when he lifts me, I squeak with surprise. But he has me held securely, one strong hand on my bottom and the other at my back.

I’m so safe in his arms. And no, he hasn’t said anything, but he doesn’t need to. He carries me downstairs, his eyes on my face.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but he takes me into the audiobook nook in the library and to the huge armchair, carefully kneeling so he places me in the middle, and leaning me back onto the soft blanket.

His gaze doesn’t leave me as he strips off his clothes, revealing tattoos that rise over his chest and arms like water, intermixed with symbols of death. Skulls, pomegranates, and an hourglass down one bicep that flows into the dark ripples of a lake. The grim images should be scary, but I only feel safer with him. He might be deadly, but not to me. He’s life.

Reverently, he peels my dress off, leaving kisses on every part he exposes. And when he lingers over my belly, a rush of affection so strong I cannot call it anything but love washes over me.

I love him.

Then his weight is on me—not all of it, since I think my silent giant would crush me to death if he did that, but he’s on his forearms and knees—and I’ve never felt so protected and cherished.

And frankly, turned on.

My arms go to his shoulders and my legs around his waist, and as his mouth finds mine, kissing me, and the blunt end of him notches where I’m aching for him, his breath hitches. He pushes, and he’s inside me again. No twinge of discomfort this time, it’s all slick and easy between us.

Markov’s cock is a revelation. I shift my hips, desperate for him to move when he seems quite content to just be lodged in me as deep as he can get.

He sweeps his forearm around to grab the hair at the back of my head, and I moan as his grip tightens. Then he brings his lips down to my neck and it’s all I can do not to melt into a puddle as he kisses and bites, as though he wants to consume me. This feels so good.

Then he makes it even better.